To Phillup it was an odd moment.  He hadn’t felt this unsure around his lovely wife since the first day he met her.  That had been a day that had been filled with uncertainty and a bit mystery.  Who was this woman, he had thought back then, and how could he get to know her better?  Now, his thoughts were more directed, and a thousand fold more lewd.  Normally Phill didn’t let his imagination run quite this wild, but at the moment he saw little harm in it.<br/><br/>If pressed for an answer, Phill would have to say it was the tone.  It shattered his silly day dreams, and focused his attention on his wife.  One thought tore across his mind, she was still wearing HIS collar and never said her safe word.  The darker part of his mind reared up in that instance as a bit of anger came with it.  He was tired of this discussion, he wanted her to see reason, and that tone felt like she was mocking him.  Back on his feet he came around the desk going right towards her, and stopped.<br/><br/>He had promised a long time ago he would never strike a woman in anger, and while he was wrestling with this new development, he would never violate that.  Never.  He had to do something though, and he found a charming half-way point that wouldn’t harm his Lovely.  His hand slid into her hair, then got a rather firm grip.<br/><br/>“Right.  A couple of things, you need to remember, slave.”  He tried to put more emphasis on that word.  “First, and foremost, you call me ‘Master’.  You gave up your status as my equal when you put that collar on.   Secondly, it is common for slaves to kneel when summoned by their owners.”  With that he pushed down on her hair to put her on her knees.<br/><br/>Letting go of her hair he lets his hand drift to his side. “The next words out of your mouth better be an apology for being a bad little girl.”  Stealing a glance at the window Phill returns his gaze to his wife and pet,  “Then kiss my shoes, and crawl your sexy ass to the door to let Simon in.  He is about to knock.   You apparently need a reminder of your place in this, so be sure to kiss his boots, welcome him into your master’s home, and lead him in here… crawling.  You may stand at that point, because you will get our drink orders.  If we have no further orders, you will kneel in the center of the room with your nose to the carpet.”  Phill pauses a moment and a slight challenging smile touches his lips, “Or you can take the easy way out, and use your safe-word.  Those are your options, Kitten.”<br/>