Just the sound of her voice was enough to brighten his mood.  Everything about her was so flawlessly executed and manicured, her cadence and her use of words.  Just the right amount of respect and admiration in her tone.  Never overboard... or without emotion.  She wasn't a doll or a robot, there was always a passion that he could percieve in her voice.  The circle of pleasure.  She took joy in that her actions caused him joy, and he took joy in the things he did for her.  So much less black and white than what was associated with the word 'slave', a term that Madison had been the first to use in their relationship.  A smile came over his face as she spoke.  His Goddess was in their Heaven, and all was right with the world, "Of course, my darling.  But company will mean all that much longer before I can play with you," he taunted.<br/><br/>"You're going to make Tuna Salad sandwiches," he instructed.  Many husbands would have phrased it differently, he knew.  But his sister didn't require him to tell her that he thought it would be tasty if she made tuna salad... it wasn't a matter of request.  In all the years since he'd first taken her as his own, they had come to an understanding.  He didn't need to ask for anything.  His will was enough to make it so.  And she knew just how he liked it made.  Albacore, mayonaise, relish instead of pickles, onions, with lettuce and tomato with a single slice of swiss cheese.  On white bread.  And woe to her if she dared slip celery into it.  He hated celery.  Though it was one of those little things he'd caught her doing on occasion deliberately to sneak a punishment out of him.<br/><br/>"If you're a good hostess, perhaps I'll let you sleep in the bed with me tonight," he tempted her.  Usually they shared a bed, but a transgression a few weeks ago had required he punish her, and he'd had to put Madison on something of a probation.  Nightly he had been locking her inside her little cage in the closet so that he could watch her as he fell asleep.  Barely large enough for her to manuever into a few scrunched positions inside.  A more effective punishment, obviously, would have been locking her in the cage in the basement... but that would be just as difficult on him.  He couldn't sleep without her in the room.  Her smells, her sounds, her presense.  He needed her close to feel comfortable.