Phill’s mind was racing and as he watched his wife he had to wonder at the wisdom of having her undress.  She was quite lovely, and he had agreed to Simon’s orders, but there was so much added to it.  No fruit is as sweet as the one forbidden.  With his wife already a sweet fruit he desired, forbidden made it all the worse.  Added to that was she was his.  A voice in his mind reminded him that she was his as this game allowed only, but a voice that had been quite for far too long just agreed, she was his.<br/>Phill managed to settle in a chair without missing as his gaze didn’t want to leave the lovely collared woman before him.  He watched her struggle with his order, but he made no sound or move to help her decide, and when she began undressing he was glad he had waited.  It made the view of her all the more sweet.  To be sure this was not the first time he had seen his wife in her underthings.  Nor was it the first time she had brought him coffee.   It was the first time she had done both because he had told her to.  Not politely asked, or cajoled, he had ordered her to strip and serve him coffee, and here she was.  The smile on her lips made her half naked form all the more enticing.  He had to be cool, confidant, and suave.<br/>As he reached for the coffee cup he returned her nervous grin with one of his, “Gosh…  I… wow.  You have always been lovely, beyond beautiful, but this… this lends an exotic edge to your loveliness.  I might have to do something to get even with Simon for his order.”  Reaching his hand out he actually managed to get his coffee without spilling the hot liquid on her vulnerable form.  His hand only shook a little.  “Do get the mess cleaned up, my pet.  You still need to get your chores done.”  In truth, they tended to split some of the chores, but now hers were a requirement.  “When you are done with your chores, you will need to get a few outfits ready.  I am not sure of the dress code, so, find something casual, and something more formal.  The catch is that both have to have a shorter skirt.  No playing coy, slave, you know what I mean.  Now, get to work.  Curtsy first.”  Phill felt a tad drunk on power, but she was his.  She was lovely, and she was wearing a collar.  Cleaning wasn’t what he wanted her to do, but it would do till he do more with her.<br/>As he watched her he winced inwardly at his earlier words, suave wasn’t exactly what he managed, but still, it proved she wanted to do this as she tolerated his fumbling attempts.  It was a war waged internally, the desires locked in his mind struggling to break free from his gentlemanly manners.   He was afraid that the darker desired in him would engulf him, and the man Kate loved wouldn’t be that guy.  With his wife collared and scantily clad, there was not much for the fears to latch onto at the moment, so they were mute whispers in the back of his mind.<br/>"Oh, and my pet?  When you are done choosing your outfits, kneel just here."  He indicates a spot near his feet.  "You can wait there till after I talk with Simon."  He smiles at his lovely wife pet, and takes a sip of his coffee hoping he was more suave that time.