Some time later my snooze was interrupted again by the doorbell. I should have disconnected the darned thing.

"Get that."

I didn't even bother to protest my nakedness, or the handcuffs. I poked my head around the front door.

"Is Lucy in?"

It was a woman dressed very smartly in a skirt, white round necked top and a jacket.

"Er, yes," I said. And without waiting for an invitation the woman made to come in. Well, I could hardly push the door shut in her face, could I? I opened the door. She walked in and looked me up and down.

"Oh," was all she said, more surprised than offended. She was a little older than Lucy and had a much fuller figure.

Lucy had come in from the garden and greeted her visitor with a kiss on the cheek. They went and sat in the living room. I stayed out of sight.

"Make us some tea," Lucy called.

I didn't reply.

"Don't worry about clothes," Lucy added flatly.

I made the tea, not that easy wearing handcuffs, but I was still unsure about going in there starkers. I could hear them chatting and laughing together. I plucked up courage and took the tea through.

Lucy was sitting on the sofa, the woman in an armchair.

"Put it down there," Lucy said.

I put the tea on the table and poured them each a cup. I gave Lucy hers first and by my expression tried to ask her if it was really OK for me to be like this with her very respectable guest! Obviously it was.

"This is Gloria," Lucy said. "She's the manageress of..."

But I saw Gloria shake her head. Of a department store was my guess.

I turned to face Gloria and I put the tea on the table beside her.

"Lucy tells me you're her slave today," Gloria said.

"Yes, that's right, madam." I was on my best behaviour.

"And what do you do as a slave?"

"Well, anything madam desires," I replied. I had a sudden image of being naked at a Royal garden party and of the Queen asking me the same question: 'Eau, a slave, and what do you actually do as a slave...'

Gloria raised her eyebrows. "Anything?"

"That's what slaves are for," Lucy pointed out.

"Nice, isn't he," Gloria said. "Can I touch?" She wasn't asking me, she was asking Lucy.

"Of course you can," Lucy said.

Gloria put her hand up to my chest.

"So smooth, not a hair in sight. My ex was like a gorilla," but then she added incongruously. "Mind you, he was a pig."

I was still contemplating this interesting chimera when Gloria turned her attention to me again. "Am I allowed to touch his, thing?" she asked.

"Gloria, you can do anything you like to him." Lucy said.

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