She swiped across the touch screen frowning as she noticed that the call was restricted.

“Yes?”

“Morning, bitch.”

Fiona’s gasp made Stan’s frown deepen. She shook her head smiling at him then walked to her own closet pretending to pick out clothes.

As casually as she could manage, she said, “I’ll be there soon. What couldn’t wait?”

The blackmailer chuckled, “Whore, watch your tone with me. Is your husband right there?”

“Yes.” She pulled a pant suit from the crowd of a dozen others in varying shades of plain and neutral.

“Hm. Maybe I should have you touch yourself while he’s there. Or call him with a picture or two since you haven’t learned a lesson about how to speak to your new master.”

As her heart raced, she lost the ability to breathe normally. “No.”

“No, what?”

“No, just no.”

She whispered watching Stan out of the corner of her eye. As he pulled out his clothes, she left the room. She felt guilty about the phone call when if it really had been a call from the office, she wouldn’t have felt guilty at all about going downstairs while on the phone. It felt like she was hiding something because she was hiding something.

“Seems like you need some training, whore. You’ll call me Master from now on. And your training starts today.”

“What? I d-don’t… Why can’t you leave me alone now? You already got what you wanted from me.”

“Oh I haven’t even begun, bitch. Did you forget something? Did you forget a lesson already? You’ve been in training for three minutes and already earned yourself a punishment.”

By that time, she’d made it to the kitchen and pulled eggs out of the refrigerator. Slapping a pan onto the stove, she hissed into the phone, “I’m not calling you that. I’m not!”

His laugh was filled with cruelty and his voice was low, intense when he spoke, “Oh you will. And that’s going to cost you."