Being nervous and uncertain was frustrating for Kate. She was used to being in control, of at least herself. This took that control from her, all control with the collar on, if she was understanding it correctly. She was out to dinner with her husband and his friend, in public with a collar locked about her throat. She knew it was unlikely anyone else would see it for what it was and where they sat was far from the crowd. She was without panties as well. It was unheard of! Yet here she was, obedient to Phillup and Simon's commands. That spoke volumes to Kate as she considered the implications. She was more than curious, it would seem.<br/><br/>As Phillup rose, Kate glanced at Simon. Was this the start of a plan they had to toy with the slave she was to be? She smiled at Phillup as he kissed her head, always such a sweet, endearing gesture. She would indeed order for him. The waitress passed him as he went to the washroom and within a few moments we had our orders placed. She was so aware of her pantyless state as she sat at the table smiling at Simon now and then, rather shyly. When the drinks arrived, she sipped a little at her white wine but really drank more water than anything. When Phillup came back she smiled at him warmly and small talk continued.<br/><br/>Kate sat with her feet crossed and to the side of where she sat. Her posture was always good. To some she appeared to be a regal ice queen. She was well aware of how she was perceived by her co-workers. She didn’t agree with the assessment until it became obvious her husband wished to make a change. The biggest relief was that he was not looking to leave her for her prim and repressed ways, he wished to add an element that took her ability to refuse or avoid intimacy with him. For some reason, this was easier for Kate to deal with than if he’d sat her down and asked they try to have sex more often.<br/><br/>Then she felt his foot nudging at her. Her eyes rose to look at him curiously as he made her spread her knees enough to allow his foot to rest between her legs on her chair. Her cheeks flushed obviously right away and she lowered her gaze to the flickering candle at the centre of the table. More nudging and she was forced to spread her legs so that the entire width of her chair was between her knees. Her breathing had quickened as she sensed the pressure of his foot just resting on the front of her chair. Kate was more aware than she was before of the fact she had no panties on. Perhaps that was why his foot remained, to keep her knees apart.<br/><br/>“Yes, I felt more like pasta tonight, the sauce is a bit richer than I typically enjoy, true, but a sirloin is a lot of meat for…” She’d been looking at Phillup as he spoke to her but quickly dropped her eyes again and covered her lips with her fingertips as she got what he was saying.  Her eyes darted to Simon and she was certain she must be giving off more heat from her cheeks than the candle at this point. Kate giggled a little, mostly for her own density. Her first reaction would normally be to scold him for such a naughty thing but she did not and in fact didn’t think to immediately. Perhaps because Simon was there and it would create more of a scene. Yet it did not explain why she giggled instead of frowned.<br/>