The argument was always the same and was usually short lived followed by a silent dinner and evening in separate parts of the house. This time he was just looking at her. For Kate, she had forgotten she was wearing the collar and didn't care at the moment that she was practically naked. She was ready to make her point and stick to it despite the fact Phillup was right about the interest making the dress cost more in the long run. Her arguments were all lined up ready to go but he was silent, just observing her.<br/><br/>He rose and came around to stand in front of her. Kate held his gaze, her own eyes defiantly angry while he was just angry. She knew he would never become an abusive husband. Especially not over the credit card bill. He was angry about it but not abusive. There was a mild flicker of doubt, though, as her husband raised his hand and slipped his fingers into her soft, blond hair. His grip tightened and she cried out. It was his words that were more powerful and changed her dramatically.<br/><br/><em>Slave. The collar.</em>Kate had grown accustomed to the feel of the collar. It was locked on and she had not said the magic words to have him remove it. She didn't say her safeword as he spoke, either. Nor when he forced her to her knees and let her go.<br/><br/>Kate felt herself reacting. She was not afraid of him, persay. There was nervousness, a great deal, but she was no longer angry and from the look in his eyes, Phillup wasn't technically angry anymore either. Oh, he wasn't happy about the bill still, but they were not going to have an argument anymore. Not unless she used the special word and ended the collar time. There was excitement now, as she knelt before him. What he said next, though, challenged her control and sent a shiver of fear through her.<br/><br/>Kate had a decision to make. Take the challenge, and that was a terrific challenge for sure, or use her safeword and possibly never wear the collar again in shame. The last bit she added on herself because she knew she would feel like a fool for using the safeword right as Simon was arriving. As the seconds ticked by she knew her decision was made. She had not spoken 'rumpelstiltskin' and stopped it all.<br/><br/>"I... I'm sorry for being a ... a bad little girl, Master." She said softly, her cheeks burning crimson. That part done, Kate scooted back a bit and lowered herself down. She kissed each of his shoes in turn and felt her ears burn as well as she took on a new level of humiliation. With a small sound, she turned and crawled from Phillup's office just as the knock at the front door came, signalling that Simon was in fact there.<br/><br/>Crawling along the floor was painful on her knees but Kate continued and reached up to open the door as she arrived. She couldn't look up at Simon at all as she scooted back to allow him entry to the house. She could only imagine what he might be thinking with her in a bikini on her knees. "Welcome to my Master's house, Sir." She said softly and bent down low to kiss each of his feet in turn as well before turning and crawling back towards the office. "Master is in his office." Kate wondered how thrown off Simon would be by this new behaviour since the night before or would he just take it in stride? She crawled as quickly as she could before him so that she could rise to her feet as soon as she could.<br/><br/>Kate kept her eyes down, utterly humiliated to have just done that and cleared her throat softly. "Um, what can I get you both to drink?" She asked softly and only once they'd replied did she finally get a break and was able to leave the room. She took a moment in the kitchen to fan herself and take a few deep breaths before getting the men their drinks. Upon her return, appearing far more composed, she handed off the drinks and with a second of hesitation, knelt down in the centre of the room and bent right forward until her nose was to the carpet.<br/><br/>The position lifted ass a little into the air. Her hands lay on either side of her head. Kate closed her eyes in a fresh wave of humiliation and was completely unaware that from the way she knelt, head towards her husband, Simon could see the way her bikini bottoms had coloured with a growing wetness from Kate's apparent arousal. Yes she had chosen to do as told instead of using the safe word partly because of the challenging little smile Phillup had given her, but so much was fed from a desire to see how it felt to do what he said and put herself in the complete control of these two men.