Chapter One

“Please, Emma.”

“Please what, Arthur?” she asked without bothering to look up.

“Please, Emma, I know you aren’t into my slave fantasies, but couldn’t you do this just this once?” he asked plaintively.

“Remind me again what ‘this’ is, Arthur,” she responded, pulling off her reading glasses and looking up from her book.

“You know. Pretend to be my Mistress and take me to this place called ‘The Ranch’ that I found. It caters to women who live with their husbands as their slaves.”

“Real slaves?” Emma asked disbelievingly.

“I…I’m not sure. Some of them maybe. It doesn’t matter. I could be your slave,” he said hopefully.

“But you’re not my slave, Arthur, you’re my husband,” she pointed out.

“I know, honey, but I’m asking you to pretend just this once.”

“I don’t like that game and you know it.”

“But you will like it there, I promise. Please, Emma, please,” he begged.

“For Christ’s sake, Arthur, I’m trying to read.”

“But you really will like it there,” he repeated.

She put her book in her lap and looked at him. He wasn’t ever going to give it a rest until she heard him out.

“Okay,” she said wearily, “tell me about this place and exactly why I will like it.”

“It’s a very secluded ranch where we would go for a week,” he enthused. “You will be pampered, fed, wined and dined for the whole week. It’s like a spa for women with men to massage you, feed you, bathe you and entertain you. I would get to be your slave, kept naked and made to serve you and anyone else that you wanted me to. You will be slathered in attention and I will get to act out my fantasy of being your slave. I know you will like it, please, Emma, please say you’ll go.”

“Fed, pampered, massaged, and taken care of for a whole week…sounds kind of interesting but what about the slave part?” she asked.

“I’m not exactly sure about everything that goes on there because they are very secretive. I think that you would just have to pretend when we were with the other guests. You wouldn’t have to really do anything but keep me naked and on a leash by your side, or leave me chained up somewhere while you enjoy yourself,” he said.

“And, if I agree, when would we go?”

“Um, I uh, I…” he stammered.

“Spit it out, Arthur,” she demanded.

“Well, um uh we could leave right now,” he said.

“My, my, we have been busy, haven’t we?” she chuckled. “How is it that we can leave now?”

“I have been e-mailing them and they know your name. They said we could come any time and stay for as long as we like,” he said.

“What do we have to do in order to leave right now?” she asked.

“Just pack a bag with the clothes you will want for a week away,” he said, “and send them an e-mail that we are on our way.”

“And you, no bag for you?”

“Um, uh, just the collar and leash from my toy box and um, that’s it,” he responded.

“Okay,” she said softly.

“Okay? Okay? You really mean it, we can go?” he asked excited