Excerpt: The Temerity of Trust (Working Title)

Mark Stockwell pulled into the garage and parked the car. On the seat next to him was his brief case and his laptop. He had received a text message from Emily, who had been at the house that day doing chores because there had not been any classes for her on that particular Friday. The text had said that a package had been delivered, and that she had placed it in his office. He got out of the car and walked around and pulled his briefcase out of the front seat of the Mercedes. Mark walked in the door that connected the garage to the kitchen of the house that he, Summer, Jennifer and Emily occupied. Mark had the house built a year ago, after Jennifer and Emily had moved in with him and Summer so that they could concentrate full time on their schooling. Emily had given up her job so that she could buckle down and concentrate on schooling, finding the assortment of cages and other items that would limit her contact with the outside world helpful in her studies in psychology. Emily was kneeling on the floor, wearing a short black skirt, a white tee shirt and nothing else.
“Rise.” Mark said. He had “purchased” both Jennifer and Emily around three months ago, after he and Jennifer had sat in his office and had a lengthy conversation about her feelings. She had wanted to try slavery for a while to see if she was really a dominant or if she was just more dominant than Emily. That was ten months ago, three months ago he had transfered fifty thousand dollars into two trust funds, one for each of them so that they would have something if something happened to their owner. Emily stood.
“Did you happen to make a note of where the box came from?” He asked her. She raised her chin and looked at Mark.
“Yes, sir. The package came from Axsmar, in Germany. You should see the stamps that it has on it from it’s travels.” Emily smiled. Mark had placed an order for new collars for all three girls that would all look the same. Emily still wore the pink ribbon collar that Jennifer had made for her, and Jennifer wore the same, but in a baby blue color that complimented her blue eyes. Mark smiled at her.
“Since you have been home all day, dinner is your responsibility, put on a pot of coffee, and bring me a cup when it’s done. I’ll be in my study.” Mark said. Emily curtsied. Mark carried his laptop to the study which was on the first floor of the house, with a large window that overlooked the lake that the house was situated on. Mark walked into the study and shut the door behind him. He flipped the pair of fifty two inch plasma televisions on, and watched as the powered up, one showing the live feed from CNN and the other the market standings from CNBC. Mark walked over to his desk and sat down, and moved the mouse that would wake his Mac Pro up.