"Is that where you're going this morning?" she wanted to know.I nodded."Well, I'm going too," she announced, getting up out of her seat. "Excuse me," ...she said. "I'm going to get dressed." Her tone was short and curt.I watched her as she trailed out of the kitchen in the robe. If we found Clyde out there, she was going to be madder than hell at Jack. Either way, she would be angry with me for some time.I had played with my nails long enough. They hadn't really needed any manicuring. It was just. I parked the car not bothering to lock it and entered the second house on the block with my house key. “Jeannie I,m home.” I announced and as I did a blue mist erupted from the old brass lamp sitting on a side table and a beautiful young blonde woman formed before me dressed in brief harem pyjamas, slippers, jewelled tiara, pony tail, armless and anlets like Barbara Eden,s tv character dressed, but never had Jeannie been so scantily dressed as I could easily see her coral puffy nipples under. If Dave was caught "out of uniform" by his collar and anklets, then the specified number of penalty days would be added to his sentence. This could be programmed to be the same or different than the bondage non-compliance penalty. Dave knew it was time to place his order. But then he noticed there was another item in his shopping cart that he didn't place there. He opened it, and saw that it was a financial enforcement package.This package was very scary, but Dave realized that it was using the. I swear I was ready to flip my desk over and set fire to the place by the time 5pm came around. As soon as I got home, I started getting ready. Shower, shave, I must've brushed my hair 300 times. I picked out my outfit a few times, before finally settling on a nice navy skirt (with panties this time, shit I still needed to get my dress clean I realized), and a bone white blouse. Stocking and heels. Then I power-fidgeted through my apartment generally making things cleaner. I made my bed and.