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  “I’ve waited a lifetime for you to say that,” he said. “Will Leonard be with us, too?”

  “Of course, my love,” she said. “I’ve always wanted two brothers.” She reached over the seat and squeezed his shoulders. “And would you like a Daddy?”

  Harris eased the Jag through the intersection, waited until he was totally out of the inner city and into the countryside before he answered.

  “Is that what you and Abelard are all about, Sis?”

  “It is,” she said quietly. “Did you suspect that all along?”

  “Len and I have fantasized about that for a long time, thinking what fun it would be to have a full-on pretend family.”

  “I’ll remember that,” she said, rubbing his neck gently. “I’ll discuss it with Abela...uh, with Daddy, to see how it can be arranged. I suspect our need for chauffeurs will diminish with the new regime.”

  Abelard knew when to expect her. He’d already prepared for her new time of transition. It would be totally different from the previous ones. As she entered the door, he greeted her with a warm hug, sliding his hands down over the silk of her skirt and pressing her against his body. He wore a gorgeous three-piece gray silk suit with a red carnation on his lapel.

  “Are you ready, darling?” he asked.

  “Yes, Abelard, I’m ready.”

  Abelard took her hand and walked with her down the broad hallway to the library. The judge waited for them there, beaming at the handsome couple standing before him. He read through the marriage ceremony, trying his best to keep his eyes on the book rather than on the breasts of the beautiful woman in front of him. Abelard placed a large emerald ring surrounded by tiny diamonds on the third finger of Harmony’s left hand as the judge pronounced them Mr. and Mrs. Abelard D’Amato. Having been paid richly in advance, the judge discreetly left the room as directed, and the newlyweds sealed their marriage with a kiss.

  “Welcome to your new life, Mrs. D,” Abelard said. “Now you will learn to balance your life between being my adult wife and my young daughter. You will learn to harmonize the two lives.”

  “Then I will leave it up to you as to how we begin,” she replied. “I am yours no matter which life I’m in.”

  Abelard smiled. Yes, that’s the way it is supposed to be, he thought. She is mine. With no further comment, Abelard unbuttoned the emerald silk jacket, slipped it off her arms and threw it on a chair. Then he unzipped her skirt, letting it drop to her ankles. His bride stood before him in nothing but her emerald green lace garter belt and silk stockings.

  “Please step out of the skirt and put it with the jacket, Mrs. D.”

  Harmony did as she was told and returned to stand before him, waiting for further instruction.

  “Now you will please follow me.” He turned, and led her to the bedroom.

  “In the closet, you will find clothes that to wear in your role as my wife,” he said. “No matter where we go, you will choose from one of those outfits. If I ever think you need anything else, I will buy it for you and you will have no input into the selection. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes....” She hesitated. “What shall I call you in this life? You are Daddy in my other life, but that doesn’t seem appropriate now.”

  “You are correct, Mrs. D,” he responded. “You will call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Sir Abelard.’ I am not only your husband, but I am your master and the lord of this household. Thank you for asking.” He nodded towards the closet. “For now, I will pick out your outfit for this evening. You looked lovely in the silk suit, but we are going out for our wedding dinner, so I will choose something else. Come look in the closet with me, Mrs. D, to see what selections you will have.” He motioned her to step closer.

  “Yes, Sir.” The new designation for him came easily and naturally.

  He opened the enormous closet and they both walked in.

  “Here on this left side wall are the clothes you will wear when you are at home. He indicated a wall of plain dresses. “You will never wear panties or stockings or brassiere while you are married to me, no matter what the occasion, unless there is a specific reason.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “On the back wall are the clothes that you will wear when we go out for dinner or social outings.” Now he gestured towards a wall of halter tops, long jersey dresses with splits up the side, and a few skimpy outfits.

  “As you can see, I enjoy watching your appeal to other men and I will want to show you off at times, making others wish you were going to be in their bed that night. And of course, I will direct you in how to behave toward them.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her breath began to come in deep gasps as she thought about the exciting possibilities ahead of her. She wondered when to tell him about the possible new roles for Harris and Leonard, but she was almost certain he would have no objections. In fact, there had been times in the past when he had approached the subject of bringing in other people to share his life with her.

  “On this right side wall are a variety of clothes you will wear when you need to go out shopping, or just for everyday public use. Again, I will make the determination as to which wall you will be using, and I will make the selection.”

  There were sweaters that looked to be at least one size smaller than what she normally wore, short leather skirts, leotards that she guessed would be worn with only a short top, silk blouses that he would probably unbutton part way down, very short shorts, and other seductive and suggestive casual day time wear. Some of the outfits were for the various ages she role-played with him – teen and toddler, for example.

  “And now let me show you the drawers in this dresser. The top drawer contains lingerie. I will want you to dress in the manner of whatever fantasy I have for that evening.”

  “Sir Abelard,” she said, “could you give me an idea of what that might be?”

  “Of course, my dear,” he said. “There may be nights when I want you to look like a prim and proper housewife, at which time I’ll want you to wear a long flannel nightgown, buttoned up to your neck. Sometimes I will want you to look like a seductress; on those occasions you will wear a teddy. Or perhaps I will want you to be a hospital patient, so you will wear a short surgical gown that is tied in the back. Does that give you the picture, Mrs. D?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She felt herself getting damp between her legs as he described the various ways in which they would interact. She began to twist her legs together slightly. Abelard smiled as he watched her growing lust.

  “But of course, as you remember, part of your time will be as my child, so on those nights, I will lead you to your nursery and I shall choose your pajamas from there, just as I have done up until now.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She was also relieved that she could still abdicate responsibility and become his child again at times.

  “For this evening, however, I will choose a suitable outfit for you to wear to our wedding dinner, then when we come home, I will conduct the usual transition for you to become my child before bedtime.”

  “Then will there be no adult wedding night, Sir Abelard?”

  “Ah, my dear Mrs. D!” He said with delight. “The transition will suffice, I believe. You just wait and see!” He almost giggled with glee at the picture in his mind. “But for now, you need to dress for dinner.”

  He pulled out a black silk sheath and held it out to her.

  “First you must remove your garter belt,” he said. “Put away the stockings. Your legs are beautiful enough without them.”

  She unhooked the stockings and the garter belt, placed them in his outstretched hand.

  “Now raise your arms and I will slip this little number over your head.”

  As the dress fell across her body, she shivered in arousal. The cool smooth silk was delicious against her skin, there was a slit up to an imaginary panty line on both sides of her hips, and the cleavage dropped well below the fullness of her breasts with the nipples barely hidden. If she twisted too much in either direction, her breasts could co
mpletely drop out for viewing. She knew it was what he wanted, and she knew that at any time, he might reach a hand in to fondle her – even in public.

  “You are incredibly gorgeous,” he said. He stared at her, motioning for her to turn around slowly as he admired her. He opened a box on top of the dresser, chose emerald teardrop earrings to accessorize her dress.

  “No necklace,” he said, “because I don’t want to distract from your bosom, which needs no adornment.

  Her nipples rose in response to his words. Seldom had she been allowed to be the adult she always wanted to be with him. Abelard was so good to her. And now he was hers, and she was his.

  Chapter Four

  Abelard caught Harmony’s hair up to the top of her head with an antique silver clasp in a breathtaking arrangement.

  “I have a question, Sir,” she said as he sculpted her hair.

  “Yes, my dear?”

  “With what I’m feeling, Sir, I’m sure there will be a damp spot on the seat of my dress when I sit down. How do you suggest that be resolved?”

  “Oh, that’s simple, my dear. You will not be sitting down at all. You will be serving me dinner, pouring my wine, waiting on me at all times from a standing position, except for the few times I will want you to kneel down beside me. In that case it won’t be an issue. I will feed you after we return home. You will learn delayed gratification in order to serve me better.”

  Harmony reflected on this new situation in her life. Had she ever been anything more than a servant in her CEO role? Wasn’t she simply there to serve the corporation, while playing the role of an adult? Would this new role as Abelard’s wife be any different from what she’d been doing in her career all these years?

  Her answer was “no.” In fact, this role was not only very similar to how she’d had to play the game for so many years, except that the new game was one she’d enjoy. In the past, she’d had to wear stodgy business suits, make too many decisions, attend too many meetings, and not get as much of the reward as she fully deserved.In this new role, she got to wear sexy clothes, leave the decisions up to Abelard, go to nothing more than the grocery store or out to dinner, all while receiving the many rewards she earned – and probably many more. Never before had a job description sounded so appealing.

  “What shoes will I wear, Sir?”

  “You will always be barefooted, my dear. It is definitely more healthy and sexy not to wear those grotesque shoes that hide your beautiful toes. Even the open-toed shoes cover up your natural beauty. You’ll never have to bother with shoes again, love, unless I specify differently.”

  She looked into his eyes. “Thank you, Sir Abelard, for what you have done and continue to do for me. I am truly humbled.”

  He took her hand, lifted it to his lips. “Our dinner awaits.”

  Their limousine idled softly outside the front door. Leonard smiled when he saw the two of them.

  “Mrs. D, I am to instruct you to kindly kneel on the floor before your husband. It will do the least amount of damage to your dress.” He helped her in, waiting until she knelt on the soft plush carpet. He closed the door and walked around to get behind the wheel. Evidently, Leonard knew where they were to dine, so without further direction from Abelard, he drove off.

  During the time it took them to ride to the restaurant, Abelard relayed more detailed rules for the life of his new wife.

  Thirty minutes later, after many twists and turns away from the main highway, the vehicle arrived at The Citadel, a fortress-like structure with guards at the door.

  As Leonard drove away, Abelard turned briefly to Harmony. “Remember, you are to walk behind me at all times. This is not merely to show your obedience, but so that others might admire your attire without my distracting presence. I want everyone to enjoy your beauty.” He smiled. “And this will bind you to me at all times, in one way or another.” He snapped a gold chain around her neck and attached it to a long woven silk cord like a leash.

  “Thank you, Sir,” she said, lowering her eyes. Being bound by the collar and chain felt like the greatest honor she’d ever been given.

  Inside, the maitre d’ led them to a lone table in the center of the large empty room. Harmony looked around for other diners, but they were alone. Was this really a restaurant, or was it simply another of Abelard’s fantasy creations?

  Abelard sat down, while Harmony continued to stand as she had been directed. The waiter wheeled in a cart with food and wine and left Harmony to serve her husband. To her great surprise, she was extremely aroused by this role. She could feel the dampness start to run down the inside of her thigh, and she was happy not to be sitting down, after all.

  When she bent to pour Abelard’s wine, he reached inside her dress, lifted out one breast and kissed the nipple before pushing it back behind the edge of the silk. Cutting up his food and feeding it to him one bite at a time increased Harmony’s growing arousal.

  When the coffee was poured following the last bite of dessert, Abelard sat back with a satisfied smile.

  “Mrs. D., you did a superb job of serving me this evening. Thank you!”

  “You are most welcome, Sir Abelard. It is indeed my pleasure.”

  “Have you noticed that we are alone in this room?”

  “Yes, Sir. I wondered about that. Does no one else come to this restaurant?”

  “Oh, of course, but I own The Citadel, you see, so I made special arrangements for solitary use of the restaurant for this evening so that we could be alone. And now we will consummate our marriage. Please kneel here between my legs.” He turned his chair sideways to the table.

  “Yes, Sir.” Harmony could scarcely contain her excitement as she knelt before him.

  “Now you may unzip my trousers.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She gently obeyed and then looked up at him with a question in her eyes. He responded with a nod and a smile. Harmony reached inside the opening, drew him out, and began to caress and kiss his stiffening cock. He gently stroked her hair and ran his hand to the back of her head to draw her closer as her mouth closed around him.

  Once he was fully erect, Abelard beckoned her to stand and turn around. He rolled up the back panel of her dress, exposing the firm but plump mounds of her ass. He spread the ravishing cheeks, found the target for his need, pulled her to his lap, and impaled her. They both sighed deeply as the marriage ritual began. He took her as his woman and she yielded to his control. He took her in every inconceivable manner because she was his to take.

  Abelard tipped the staff lavishly, lifted her in his arms, carried her to their waiting limousine and instructed Leonard to take them home.

  Even though her eyes were closed, she sensed the transition when he placed her on the changing table of the nursery. She reverted to being his child immediately by placing a thumb in her mouth, dropped her bent legs to each side for his convenience and whimpering her compliance. He unhooked the silk cord, leaving the gold chain around her neck.

  “I am so proud of you, my child,” he said as he pinned the diapers around her shapely bottom. “You now know a component of how your life will be brought into harmony and balance on a daily basis. It is much more satisfying than your role as CEO of a large corporation, and will become more so as the days go by. You make a captivating wife, and a luscious little girl. The symmetry between the two is gratifying.” He slipped a flannel nightshirt around her top and placed her in the crib.

  Exhausted from the strenuous wedding night, the little child curled up in her crib and waited for morning, when she would become the adult again for a brief period of time. Many new adventures were ahead for both Mrs. D’Amato and Little Harmony.

  * * *

  Early the next morning, Abelard placed a written agenda beside Harmony’s high chair. As he fed her oatmeal and applesauce, he read it aloud to her. Each day as soon as breakfast was finished, he would give her a bath, and help her choose a dress suitable for working at home. Even though someone else had been coming in on a regular basis to clean their
large home, she would learn to take over the daily chores to instill in herself the role of housewife. He had someone come in to prepare all the meals, so she would never be required to cook. The cook was only allowed to be in the kitchen long enough to fix the food, then was gone until next mealtime.

  For each meal, she would continue to play the role of his little girl, which would mean a change of clothes. Then after lunch, she would change into another outfit suitable for grocery shopping and any other errands they would both do. Upon returning home, she would become his little girl for the rest of the day, just as before. He would put her down for a nap, feed her dinner, read a bedtime story, take care of her bathroom needs, and give her a bottle for sleeping. She would still need this time for balancing out her adult life to stay in perfect harmony.

  Therefore, as soon as breakfast was over, He led her to the bathroom and stripped off her baby clothes, which included wet and dirty diapers and a milk-stained bib, and put her into a big tub of scented oil. He helped her step out of the tub, and wrapped her in a fluffy towel, making sure he dried all the little nooks and crannies of her body. Harmony giggled as he made funny baby noises at her tummy and pinched her butt.

  But with all the fun they had during bath time, she could feel herself making the transition back to being the adult. He led her into the massive walk-in closet and directed her to the left wall of the closet.

  “On your first day at home as my wife, I will choose your attire, so you can see the results I desire, but after that I will expect you to dress accordingly. Any discrepancy will be punished immediately, and your punishment will be an adult’s punishment, in keeping with your adult status in my household. I assume you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she answered quickly. “I understand.”

  “Then, here is a nice dress that will do for housekeeping, don’t you think?” He held up a shapeless dress that buttoned down the front. It had a plain collar, short sleeves, and a hemline about four inches below her knee. Harmony thought it was the ugliest thing she’d ever seen and certainly uglier than anything she would have ever picked out to wear. But if she were going to do housework, she wouldn’t want to ruin anything nice. Besides, this role as his housewife was better than having to balance and justify budgets for a multi-billion dollar corporation. Her new role carried its own eroticism, too. Her dear Abelard would be much easier to please than a board of angry men.