We walked through the doorway after a night of dinner and friends. My mind felt weary since it was late. I rubbed my eye lightly and looked to him. He was hanging his denim jacket on the hook, I glanced at the patches. Sex Pistols, Misfits, and Descendants all in a row.
“Alexa, play I wanna be your dog” he stated. And the stooges started playing in the background.
“You’re predictable. You know that?” I laughed.
He looked at me sternly, “Am I now?” He took a step closer. His gaze softens. “What do you think will happen next, Princess? I’d like to hear it from you.” He growls.
I inhaled deeply with a shudder. “My collar comes out…and I’m presented to you.” I say softly. His nose softly touching mine. His grey eyes locked onto mine. He smiled softly.
“Is that what you’d like to do for Daddy, Princess? Say the word, and that beautiful neck is mine…” He sighed into my ear. The hairs on the back of my neck stood to attention.
I looked to him and nodded.
“No, no. I want to hear you say it. No nodding, Missy. ” He said softly but with firmness.
“Yes, Daddy. I’d love to be presented to you. As your object of affection. Your object of use.” I say with growing anticipation. He had a way over me. He was soft-spoken, but knew the right combination of words and anachronisms to set my mind wild and my body into a sexual frenzy.
He sighed and smiled wide, like a hungry wolf proud of his kill. He pulled the collar out of his pocket. “On your knees” he pointed down to the floor. I complied slowly. “There’s my princess. My radiant princess.” I look up at him, making my neck accessible. He gently pushes my hair away and grazes two fingers along my neck. I tilt my head back and sigh. I feel his hands meet behind my neck and hear ‘click, click’.
The collar is about an inch wide, dark brown soft leather. It had been worn many times by me over the 4 years we had been together. I had the opportunity to customize it after 2 years. The silver D ring still holds true at the center, but the two smaller rings on either side hold ends of a dainty silver rose chain. The chain is embellished with white and blue beads and rose charms. The collar is mine and mine alone.
He stood above me with a smirk, and I look up with my palms up. My eyes longing for his strong hand, his control, his dominance. He bends down and grabs the D ring of my collar and tugs me up to his face. “You’re now mine, let’s get started” He purrs lowly.
The scene is set.
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