Phill’s mind was a torrent of activity, so many thoughts and worries.  Still she had knelt in front of him, and that one act gave him so much hope.   He reined himself in, pulling back his ideas as he remembered a few casual comments he had heard.  He couldn’t for the life of him remember where now, might have been a management course at work, or hell, could have been Simon.  ‘The first thing you must do before you control someone else is control yourself.’  So he started with that,  and struggled to bring his thoughts under some semblance of order.<br/>Looking over at Simon like a goofy addled schoolboy he nods. “Yeah, that … that is probably true.  Good idea.”  Picking up a sandwich he takes a bite and feels relief when Simon agrees to help guide them.  Maybe it was the whiskey, but this was a rad easier.   In some way he was partially certain it was easier with Simon there.  Someone else that knew made it less crazy, less mad.  Or, at the very least, it was a shared madness.<br/>His attention was drawn down to Kate when she spoke.  It was a damned miracle that he didn’t stand up, spike his sandwich down into the carpet, and do a victory dance right then.  One, it was a nice carpet, and two it really was a damned a good sandwich.   So he managed to swallow his current bite of food.  “I…  I don’t have the words to say how much that means to me, Kate.  Simon is going to make sure I don’t abuse that wonderful gift.”<br/>Drawing in a breath, he lets it out slowly focusing his thoughts.  He had to get this right. “Okay.  So, we begin a game.  In this game, my dear.. lovely and wonderful wife, you are mine.  Like you are now, but more so, you will be my slave.”  He pauses savoring that statement, letting it hang in the air, just loving that he got to say that.  The blushes as he figures he is being melodramatic. “This is a game, however, so like any good game there is a pause.   Getting up to his feet he heads over to a drawer and opens it. “I uh.. I didn’t get this for an eventual pet.  Well... I did... but not like I led you to believe.”  Setting the velvet box on the table he looks to Kate, then to Simon, then back to Kate. “So, the rules to this game are simple.  When you put that on, the game starts.  Simon and I set the rules, and there are consequences for not adhering to the rules.  It comes with something for you… something I think… and hope… might help you.  When, how, and where we have sex is my choice now.  You just have to obey… and obey the rules.  Knowing if you don’t, you will be punished.  The morals of it are my worry now.”  Phill pauses again wondering if he is going too far, but he presses forward again.  “One last thing, my love, I want to stress this is a game.  If ever you need a break, you need it to stop; you have to say ‘rumpelstiltskin’.  That stops the game, we talk, fix what is broke, and move on in whatever direction we all agree on.  If you don’t say that, you are just breaking the rules of the game. In truth, that is for all of us.  If we need to stop, that is what we will use to signal we have to pause the game.”<br/>Phill pauses yet again and looks over at Simon, “That… that should be all.  For now.  Right?  Anything I forgot?”  Looking back to Kate he really wants to say something else, but if she refuses that part of it, he really hopes Simon has ideas; his ideas are hinged on that box.<br/>