Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
I made my excuses early and headed back to my side of the house, making my way upstairs to my room. I had to remember to act confused even when no one else was around, just in case. I had my own bathroom, though not in my room, and there is where I headed now after gathering some necessities from my room.
Time for act three, or is this four? It doesn’t matter, as long as the whole play comes together in the end. I took my time getting to the bathroom, which was just a few doors down from the master suite. Just in case.
Once behind the closed door, I hummed softly as I removed my clothing and breathed a sigh of relief as I unharnessed my breasts. I had to massage them to get some life back into them after smothering them all evening.
The water was a welcome relief when I stepped under the warm spray, and I spent a good amount of time washing the gunk out of my hair that I’d used not only to keep it in place, but to dull the natural shine and appeal of my usually white blonde tresses.
It was another relief to get it out of that bun and I took my time massaging my scalp as the heavy weight of my hair fell down my back to the top of my ass. My hair, like my eyes, is one of my greatest assets.
In a world where women are prone to chopping off their hair in whatever style was trending, mine had never been cut except for trimming the ends as needed over the years.
It was something I took great pride in, along with the body I kept well toned for the past few years, ever since this plan began to form in my head.
Turning off the water, I wrung the excess from my hair before stepping out on the mat and grabbing a fluffy towel off the rack. It barely fit around my chest and I smiled at the possibilities.
I stood in front of the mirror and brushed my long tresses before using the handheld dryer to finish the job. It shone and crackled under the light. I studied my reflection, appreciating the beauty that looked back at me.
I didn’t stay too long though, because looking into my face was too much like looking into another’s. I turned and walked away before my thoughts got the better of me.
Back in my room, I checked in on my captive audience once again. It was obvious from her ravished face that she’d seen it all.
Well, not all of it. I’d only wired up certain rooms in the house for her viewing pleasure. My room; the nursery, and the master suite. I thought it more fun to leave her guessing the rest of the time.
“Did you scream yourself hoarse again? Tsk-Tsk. How many times must I tell you, it’s pointless? No one can hear you.” I rubbed moisturizer into my skin as I taunted her.
I kept up a running conversation with her, teasing her about things to come. I adored watching her pull at her restraints as she yelled behind the gag in her mouth.
She wasn’t looking as polished and refined these days. The look of haughty anger she’d worn so well that first day had since been replaced with one of utter defeat. It gave me life!
Outside the night was growing dark and my heart raced slightly at what was about to come. “I think it’s time for Sebastian to be finishing up with his evening swim. Just about time for me to head downstairs for a glass of warm milk.”
She made a sound like a dying walrus and her eyes, those expressive eyes said much. “How does it feel bitch? Maybe I’ll talk him into my bed tonight, do you think he’d be game? Or will he make me wait until tomorrow?”
“A little birdie told me that he’s not too pleased with you these days. That maybe he’s thinking of trading you in. What do you think? Have you noticed any strain in your marriage of late?”
I hope my words brought her immeasurable pain and suffering? I watched her for a little while longer as she pleaded with her eyes once she grew tired of struggling. I had no interest in what they, or her lying lips had to say.
I turned off the laptop but knew she could still see me through the mini camera in the wall that looked like nothing more than a speck of dust. Thank goodness for the advances in technology.
Sydney
I removed the towel and pulled on the semi diaphanous nightgown, one of many that I’d brought with me. It was made in such a way as to not be too obvious, unless I wanted it to be.
The simple frilly neckline with the little satin ribbon that ran under my breasts in the empire waist style was the most innocent of the gowns I’d brought along.