Has she used the credit card without permission? Spent too much on her lingerie obsession?

Or has he simply not decided what she should wear yet, so she must wait, tied spread out like some giant paperdoll, for him to place various pieces on her until he finds just the right thing that fits his current mood…

Or maybe she’s just a prop, a pretty part of the clothing rack, waiting to serve and amuse her Mistress… The ideas are nearly endless, really.

But wait she does.

With nearly as many possibilities running through her mind as are in mine now.