I was waiting the next morning when she opened her bedroom door just as I had been a week before. Again, she was barefooted, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, with wet hair. She stopped when she saw me waiting. She still looked weak, but surprisingly healthy.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Fine Master," she answered head down. I looked her over. My arms were crossed and I was leaning against the second-floor railing.

"Strip," I said quietly.

Moving quickly, she removed her clothes, leaving the thong in place without being told. I was amazed at her instantaneous, unquestioning response. Obviously, there was fear involved-she didn’t want to go back to the safe-room-but there was something more, much more. She had obeyed me without thinking...instinctually. I was beginning to understand what she meant by a "power relationship."

I circled her in the wide hallway, reaching out to feel the new muscle growth in her arms and legs. I was especially impressed with her flat...

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