Her Master (D/s collaring)

Below is an excerpt from the latest book i am writing…. would love some early feedback

As the time for her train to depart approached, she made her way to the tracks. She fell in line with the others making their way to Worcester. She settled back in the seat and checked her phone.

“I am on my way,” his note read. Giddiness filled her like a 16 year old before her first date.

“Good. Can’t wait to see you,” she replied. They chatted and flirted on the 90 minute train ride. It was so easy to slip into an easy cadence with him. Bella tried to extract more details from him about the next few days, but he enjoyed tormenting her with vagueness too much. She only managed to get tiny glimpses.

“Left the chain in my trunk. It’s gonna be awfully cold by the time I get there,” he teased her.

“Well, stop and take it out, Master”

“No way, slut!”

She hoped he was grinning half as much as she was as they chatted. The train slowed, and she glanced up. Two more stops, and she would be in Worcester. She let him know her arrival time, and it seemed they had timed it pretty well. He would be there shortly after to pick her up. She made her way off the train lugging her heavy, toy stuffed suitcase behind her. The Worcester station was quiet and beautiful. Quite a contrast to the hustle and bustle of the Boston station.

She stood just inside the door of the station peeking out occasionally to see if she could see his car. An older woman waited as well letting Bella know her son was on his way to pick her up. They made small talk as traffic seemed to be heavy due to an accident. While it was pleasant to pass the time with her, Bella was starting to fidget getting excited to see her Master.

She checked her phone again.

“Come out.”

There it was. In a simple command, there was his directness that made her weak. She opened the door and saw his car parked by the curb. He got out and cane directly toward her. With nothing but a quick hello, His lips were on her. Both hands in her hair pulling her toward the kiss she longed for. He kissed her deeply making her world spin more than just a little. She didn’t want it to end. As he released her, she took a step back to get her bearings. That was one hell of a way to start a reunion. If Bella had wondered if there would be any awkwardness or hesitation due to their break up, her fears were quickly assuaged. He loaded her suitcase in the trunk as she headed to the passenger seat. Bella took a quick glance back to the older woman who she had been waiting with bit gave Bella an odd sense of joy to see she had seen there very overt public display of affection. She loved how he just took what he wanted even with others around.

He pulled from the curb, and she drank him in. Her hand was on the back of his neck and then his thigh instantly as she wanted to touch every inch of him. He plugged the address of the house they rented into his phone and off they went. They easily slipped into casual conversation. It was nice to pick up where they left off as if no time had passed at all. It wasn’t long into the drive when he switched gears.

“Bella, i have new car rules for you.”

“New, Master?”

“Yes, Sweetheart. You already know your legs must be spread at all times when in the car. I like keeping you open and accessible.”

“Yes, Sir. I understand,” she replied as she spread her legs.

“The new rule is your tits need to be out as well.”

Oh my. She blushed in the darkness. She loved when he had given her tasks to drive with her tits out, but that had always been when she was alone. Exposing her tits with him seated right beside her was a whole different ball game.

He eyed her as her mind processed this new rule.

“Go on. Right now. Tits out.”

Bella unzipped her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse. With just a tank top on underneath, it was easy to free her tits. It was still chilly in the car, and the cold night air washed over her.

“Good girl,” he commended as he reached over and softly grazed each one. She loved his touch. She focused on the oncoming traffic wondering if they could see her. At the red light, she hunched ever so slightly providing additional cover without drawing her Master’s attention.

They wound through the Massachusetts roads and pulled into the long driveway. The house was set off from the road which provided a nice bit of privacy. He found the key and worked the old looking lock. She grabbed her bag and joined him. She teased him a bit as the lock refused to cooperate.

“What do I get if I open it on the first try,” she poked. He willingly let her take a shot at it, and by a stroke of luck, it opened on the first turn. She grinned ear to ear as he swatted her on the ass.

They weren’t two feet inside the door before they were entwined. His hands were again in her hair as he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. She loved his mouth. They so simply and easily fell into each other as if it hadn’t been months since they last kissed. A bit breathless, they broke apart and decided to take a tour of the cute house. The rooms were neatly appointed with a very homey feel. She placed her suitcase in a spare room downstairs, and then they wound their way through the upstairs bedrooms. There was more than enough room for just the two of them. She loved sharing a house with him. It was intimate, private, and offered so many possibilities.

They decided to check out the basement as well. It was unfinished and definitely several degrees colder than the rooms upstairs. It had a hard cement floor and minimal furnishings other than a washer/dryer. As they explored, they found something curious. A wooden trapeze bar hung from the ceiling by two chains. While it could be a chin up bar, the chains allowed the bar to swing a bit. It seemed out of place and yet fortuitously placed. She could see a darker look cross his face as his gears turned.

“Cumdoll, come here and stand under the bar. Reach up and hold onto it.”

She smiled and did as she was told. It felt good to reach up and stretch to the bar, and at the same time, she felt very vulnerable.

He circled her and stood directly in front of her. He exposed her full tits as he unbuttoned her shirt and pulled down her tank top. Her nipples were instantly hard both from the chill but also from his touch. He slowly pulled her leggings down over the curve of her ass so she was exposed for him. Just a few feet away in the laundry area, he spied some clothespins. He left her briefly and returned with two of the would be clamps. Her breathing accelerated instantly seeing him holding the clothespins. He roughly tugged at her nipple and applied the pin making her yelp. She arched her back a little and her bare hips started to sway anticipating what was coming. He stepped behind her so she could no longer see him, just feel him.

“Spread your legs.”

His voice penetrated her. A simple order that made her instantly soaked. She fought with her leggings that hung around her knees to widen her stance. She felt his hand glide over her ass and part her lips. He had no problem slipping inside as he teased her pussy. She whimpered wanting to touch him but not daring to let go of the bar overhead. She squirmed but held fast to the bar overhead.

“There’s a good girl. Feels nice, huh?”

“Yes, Master,” she mewed. She leaned into him as he toyed with her pussy. He so easily brought her to the edge.

“Please Master, may i cum?”

“Hmmm…” was the only response she got as his fingers worked her throbbing clit.

“Please Sir,” she managed to eek out again as she enjoyed the pleasure he gave her. She couldn’t help swaying as she hung from the bar.

“Go ahead, Sweetheart. Cum for me.”

Gripping the bar tighter, she stopped fighting the building orgasm. Her body twisted and shook as he rubbed her wet pussy harder.

“Thank you, Master. Oh thank you!” She kept repeating the words over and over. She finally felt it was safe to let go of the bar as she descended from her sexual high. She stood panting before him as he admired his slut.

“I am going to take these off,” he told her referencing the clothespins on her bright pink nipples. There was neither malice nor foreboding in his voice, but they both knew it was going to hurt. She straightened further and placed her hands behind her back. She didn’t respond but braced herself for the pain. They had only been on for a few minutes, but it was enough. He cupped her heavy tit and removed the clamp. She gasped and threw her head back. He paused a moment before enveloping her nipple in his warm soothing mouth. He could have done that sooner, but a part of Bella knew he wanted her to feel it. He wanted her to suffer a little for him. The second clothespin was just as bad, and he repeated the process. He made her wait before giving her the relief she needed. She clung to him a bit enjoying his warmth. He helped her back into her disheveled clothing before they made their way upstairs.

He found a chair in the living room overlooking the dark wooded yard. Every so often, a flicker of car lights could be seen on the distant road. He made himself comfortable as she fetched a glass of water. She returned and stood before him waiting either instruction or permission to sit. Her hands naturally went behind her back as she felt a bit timid just standing before him.

“What shall we do, Sweetheart?” he asked her. He laid out the options of grabbing dinner, getting groceries, collaring her or fucking.

Even though she longed for her collar, she knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to devour him right then and there as he had only given her a taste of what was to come. They were both far too clothed, and she wanted him. Her eyes darted from his eyes to his cock. He was handsome as he sat casually eyeing her too.

She worried he would make her wait as they went to find food, but he surprised her.

“Let’s collar you, Sweetheart.”

Wow, that was unexpected. She knew she would be getting her collar back, and she couldn’t wait. But she thought for sure he would hold her in suspense a bit and make her work for it. She almost bounced up and down like a 6 year old when he uttered those words.

“Go get your collar, place it on the table, and then I want you to stand in the center of the room still and quiet. Do you understand?”

She blushed and grinned. She knew running to her suitcase would be frowned upon. He wanted her calm and in the moment. As demurely as she could, she retreated from the living room in search of her collar. She had packed the red leather one, the first one they ever used in play. She rummaged through her luggage until she found it and returned to the living room. She quietly placed it on the end table beside his chair and took her place standing in the living room.

She stared at the floor only daring a few furtive glances at him. He looked calm as he watched her fidget standing before him.

She felt on display standing in front of the big picture window. It was pitch black outside, and while secluded, she felt every distant passing car would be gazing in at her. The well lit room acted like a spotlight obscuring her view of the anonymous unseen audience she imagined driving by.

“Shall I close the drapes, Sir?”

He smirked and responded with a small shake of his head.

“No.”

He watched her reaction. His gaze taunted her to question his decision to let the world watch her if they close. She knew better than to plead for privacy. He wanted her to feel exposed on every level. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. She was about to bare her soul to him, and he wanted that type of intimate exposure to be felt to her core. His words broke into her fog, and she refocused her attention on him sitting before her.

“You may record the ceremony. Audio only. Set up your phone then return to the center of the room.”

She did as she was told excited she would be able to return to this moment over and over again. When she had finished, he addressed her again.

“Ankles together. Stand up straight.”

Obediently, she quickly adjusted her posture and waited.

“Good girl.”

Slowly and deliberately, he picked up the collar and began.

“I want to ask you a few questions about this. Can you tell me what this symbolizes to you?”

He turned the collar over in his hands as she looked for her words.

“My collar on a basic level symbolizes ownership, Sir.”

“What else?”

She knew her simple answer wasn’t going to suffice. She stammered a bit as she looked for a proper answer.

“Ummm…my collar, Sir, symbolizes that, uh, I am your submissive, and my purpose is to make you happy, Sir.

“That’s right! That’s the important part, right?”

“Yes Sir”

“So you would put my wants and my needs and my happiness ahead of your own?”

“Yes Sir,” she replied fidgeting again as his words began to sink in. He paused letting them both feel the weight of the moment.

“The other thing this symbolizes,” he calmly continued, “is the circle of trust, and what you give out you get back. That’s important. It also represents, I guess you put it well, ownership or a commitment. But to do this, you have to be sure this is what you really want because it comes with a lot of baggage, right?.”

“Yes Sir.” She giggled at that part as she concurred.

“There’s your emotional baggage along with my emotional baggage. When putting someone else’s wants and needs ahead of your own, it’s important to keep that in focus. That by doing that, you are giving a piece of yourself, right?”

She was mesmerized by his words as she replied, “Yes Sir.”

“And if you think back, that’s how we started all this, right? By you giving a piece of yourself to me?”

“Yes Sir.”

“And how did that make you feel?” He was leading her down a path, and she loved it.

She thought back to the early days of their chatting over the internet as practical strangers. As they verbally danced and ventured into the world of domination and submission, he had asked her to send a piece of herself to him. Something personal that few others would know. It was easy at first. Silly tidbits about her and her online persona. But each time he asked, it got harder. Not because he demanded more, but because inevitably she ran out of the easy things and began sharing the more personal intimate ones with a man she knew virtually nothing about. But yet, she trusted him in a way she trusted no other person in the world. And through this dance of give and take, they had built a bond that had changed her whole perspective. It had changed her.

As she pondered their history, she confessed how it made her feel.

“It was very hard, Sir.”

“Why?” He pressed her to look inside herself.

“Because we hadn’t fully developed that level of trust, Sir, and it was very intimate even though I got to pick.”

“That’s true. Puts a lot of pressure on you, huh?”

“It does, Sir”

“But you survived, and are you happy about your choices?

“Yes Sir. Very much Sir.”

“Good! Then, I am going to give you another choice tonight.”

The room got quiet as the anticipation swirled around them. His eyes bore into her as he spoke.

“If you think how I think and if you want what I want and if you need what I need, then I need you to show that to me. And to show me, I want you to very calmly and quietly kneel, approach me, at which point I will put this around your neck, and you will become mine. If not, by all means.”

He sat back letting her know it was up to her. His voice was low and quiet as he spoke of the choice he was asking her to make. It caused her to focus intently on each word he uttered. She forced herself to stop holding her breath and absorb the fact that this was really happening. He was collaring her and taking her as his.

She slowly kneeled before her Master and deliberately crawled on all fours to the place she belonged, at this feet.

“Very nice. Good girl.”

Are you ready?” he whispered. He leaned over, and his face was ever so close to hers. She wanted to kiss him but remained perfectly still waiting for him to place the collar around her neck.he fumbled a bit with her hair as he placed the collar around her neck.

“Would you like help?” she offered.

“No, you have too much hair,” he chided in jest. “I am going to give you a haircut.”

“That was last time,” she teased back recalling the incident where he accidentally clipped a lock of her hair. Safety scissors are important, but she wanted to keep her long tresses.

His fingers remained in her after he fastened the collar around her neck.

“Very nice. That looks very good on you.” He admired his handiwork.

“Thank you for my collar,” she whispered as she let the emotions wash over her. She was his. Well, in her heart, she always was his, but now he had claimed her as his property. She was overjoyed and fought desperately to control the happy tears that were just under the surface.

“You’re welcome. That means you are my property to do as i see fit. To obey my every command. To do as your told. And with that will come great reward, right?.”

“Yes Sir,” she whispered with her pleasure dripping through her voice.

“What’s the greatest gift a Master can give you?”

Her breathing accelerated as she blurted out her answer.

“His cum, Sir.”

“That’s right!” He leaned in and kissed her as she knelt before him.

“Good girl. What do you say?”

The words rushed out of her in a quiet whisper.

“Thank You for my collar, Sir.”

“Say it louder,” he commanded.

Immediately she obeyed so grateful to once again be collared.

“Thank you for my collar, Master!” she repeated more boldly.

“Good girl.”

He kissed her deeply and his began to roam. He soon discovered her pussy was soaked. Tormenting her further, he massages her clit. He spoke quietly but with that ever-commanding dominant tone.

“Does it feel good?” he asked directly.

“Yes Sir,” she answered breathlessly. She wanted to crawl up in his lap and beg for his cock, but she remained on the floor where she belonged.

He continued enticing her with his words and his fingers. He knew exactly what he was doing to her.

“It’s nice,” he agreed. “Does it feel good wrapped around your throat?” He ran his hand down her throat as his words got darker. His kiss was intoxicating.

“You’re a very good girl. This is where you belong, isn’t it? Kneeling at my feet?”

She was lost in his words. She tried to focus on his eyes, but she felt herself slipping under his spell. She nodded in agreement as she was only able to utter a slight moan in response. He continued to kiss her in between his directions.

“Now the last step of this.” He paused before continuing. He could tell she was already in subspace. “You ok?” He checked in to make sure she was still with him.

She was loving every minute of it. She had her Master sitting in front of her looking. He looked so good and smelled even better. He had claimed her as his submissive, something she had been longing for months. She was a jumble of emotions. Love and desire. Wanting to hold him but wanting to serve him more. She wanted to tell him how amazing she felt. Her body ached from his touch. Her mind spun from his dominance, and her heart was ready to burst with the love she felt for him in this moment. With the whirlwind of feelings overwhelming her, she only managed to convey she was ok with a tiny ‘yes Sir’.

He smiled enjoying the power he had over her.

“Now the last step. You will stand and remove your clothes. Then give me your best position one. Absolute best. Right here.”

She glanced toward the large picture window that looked out over into the dark night. She knew the well lit room was basically a stage with her in the spotlight. While the wooded yard provided some privacy, there was no way to really tell if anyone was watching.

“Right here, Sir?”

“Yes, right here,” he replied firmly knowing exactly what thoughts were racing through her mind. “Do you understand?”

Her nervousness could be heard in her voice as she confirmed her obedience. “Yes Sir.”

She glanced once again out the big picture window as she began to strip before him feeling very much on display. She tried to ease her own nervousness with small talk.

“Do you like the water, Sir?” she inquired as he sipped the drink watching her.

“It’s nice! Whiskey would be better,” he replied. He was sipping the drink as he admired her enjoying the view.

“Ummm, Master, there’s a window,” she informed him stating the obvious.

“Uh huh. Do as your told.”

She removed the remnants of her clothes and kneeled before her owner.

“Position one, Master. Kneeling. Knees apart. Arms behind back. Shoulders back. Tits out, and you like it when I smile.”

Her body mimicked her words as she assumed position one and waited.

“That’s right! There’s a smile. How does that feel?”

“I am very wet, Sir.”

“Are you? How come? My words have an effect on you?” He nodded knowingly.

“Yes Sir. And your fingers and your cock is leaking. May I touch you, Sir?” She was trying so hard to be good, but she was aching to touch him.

“Not yet. I want to watch you some more.”

“I see, Sir,” she almost pouted.

“You look very good there.” His voice was getting deeper and warned of what was to come.

“Thank you, Sir,” she sheepishly muttered. She couldn’t help but avert her eyes as he continued to admire his slut kneeling before him.

“It seems natural, right?” he probed his slut.

“Yes Sir, even though its been awhile.”

“It has, but you picked it right back up. Such a good slut!”

“I know. I am so well trained!” she eagerly replied.

“So, what should we do with you?” he asked as he pondered his next move.

While he wasn’t really looking for an answer, she offered one anyway. “I think we should fuck me, Master.”

“Now? Just that? I think we can manage that. What else should we do with you?”

She stammered a bit as she struggled to respond. “Ummm… whatever you would like, Master,” she offered.

He smiled and pressed further. “There’s the right answer!! Why? What are you?”

She recognized the start of her three questions. It was part of their protocol of their D/s dynamic for him to ask her the same three questions and for her to do her best to creatively reply but in a very consistent, submissive manner. There were definitely right answers to his questions.

“I am your slut, Sir.” It wasn’t a criticism. It was the truth and a title she wore proudly.

“Why? What are you?”

“I am your property, Sir.”

“Good girl, and what’s your purpose?”

She smiled at the familiar words that she hadn’t heard for so long. Her reply was simple and direct.

“To do whatever I can to make you happy with my actions and my body and my words.”

He kept pushing her. “What else?”

“And to worship your cock, Sir,” she offered.

“Say it louder,” he commanded.

“To worship your cock!” she answered proudly.

He leaned in closer. One hand cradled her face as the other wound through her hair. His eyes bore into her, and the room seemed to get very still as he asked his final question.

“And who loves you?”

That was all it took. The tears streamed down and she choked on her words. She had held it together to this point. She didn’t cry the moment she saw him. She didn’t blubber as he said go get your collar, but those simple words in this incredibly important moment was all it took to push her over the edge. She wasn’t ashamed of the tears. She wanted him to k ow how he affected her to the very depths of her soul. She took a breath and tried to reply.

“My Master loves me very much.”

She was officially his again. Collared on November 13, 2018, but then, she has been his for a long long time. However, these moments meant the world to her.

“That’s my girl.”

He let her envelope him in her arms as he kissed her. She was exactly where she belonged, collared and naked at her Master’s feet.

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