First collaring

[Ex****]

First collaring.


You step from your home, slipping silently into the darkness, the chill air piercing your thin t shirt. You shiver, the goosebumps rising from your skin although from excitement or the chill you can't yet tell. You stomach churns, butterflies and secret promises urging you forward as you check the time. 10 minutes.

You move to your car, driving to the address yiu were given. A hotel, not the nicest one in the area but not the worst. As you park you stare at the room number.

21

You hesitate only a moment, the thrill propelling you from the car with your handbag filled with nothing but undergarments and dreams. Tight jeans grip your firm, full ass, each step causing a pleasant ripple of motion to any who may be viewing you.

To me.

You climb the stairs, moving to the door and knock swiftly on it before opening it and stepping inside quickly.

No sooner do you step inside than you feel soft silk d*** itself across your eyes while a low soothing voice issues words that you have prayed to hear in person. "There we are pet... thank you for coming."

My voice is a smooth baritone, sliding past whatever defenses you could have summoned in startles state and resting easily over your mind, sending a new, unknown pleasure to your core. I don't give you the opportunity to react, instead pulling the silken mask further over your eyes and securing it tightly behind your earth colored hair, taking care to notice the small rivers of lighter soil that run through it, marveling at the way it brushes over your shoulders.

"Now now.. we won't be taking that off yet, do you understand me me Pet? I'll allow you to see when I believe you are ready, not before. Do you understand?"

My tone doesn't allow for argument, and my actions don't offer you the chance to resist. Carefully my hand reaches up, caressing the smooth line of your chin, my thumb brushing lightly against your lips before I pull you closer momentarily to kiss your soft pink lips.

Our first kiss... I feel my breath catch in my soul as I make contact with you for the first time. You are soft and firm and more intoxicating than I could have ever imagined. Your scent slides through me as I breath you in, my desire coiling round my heart like a serpent. Without realizing it my hands move to you, one gripping the back of your neck and pulling you closer, the other pressing into the small of your back and forcing your hips to meet my upper thighs.

My lips dance with yours, a furious tango full of give and take, the two of us expressing our desire in a near ***istic fashion. Carefully I spin us, walking you backwards after a solid thunk of metal locks the door in place, not to move for several hours. I move you back, allowing each of us only momentary breaks to breath until you feel the back of your thighs bump into the bed behind you.

Before you fall to it, my hands grab onto yours, carefully guiding them upwards, high above your head before you feel a cold metallic clack strike the bony flesh of your wrists as I secure a pair of sturdy metal handcuffs to you, before fastening them to a hook that I had anchored to the ceiling before your arrival.

I smile as I pull away for a moment carefully looking you over, my eyes drinking in the sight of you, your heels pulled from the floor, with only the tips of your toes to support you. I smile, my hand rising to your side, carefully plucking the blue shirt from you and lifting it up, pulling it to the point where it rests atop the heavenly orbs of your breasts and bra.

As the soft flesh of your breasts is revealed I lick my lips hungrily. A growl of hunger and satisfaction building in my throat as I work to burn this stage of tonight into my mind. I want to reach out, to smother my face in your cleavage, to find those freckles that would be invisible to any eye that hasn't bored their image into their very soul, and ***t them with kisses of lust and need. My hands move to the side, gliding around your soft hips, finding the smooth curves of muscle and sinew that create pockets between your skin and the tight jeans you have worn for me today. My thumb drives the line of denim and flesh, savoring the dichotomy until it rests just below your navel. I want to tear these from you, to see your need laid bare before me, to watch as I work you until the slick begins to slide down your leg.

I don't. Today isn't the day to give into my base instincts. Today is about claiming a partner and searing her soul with the impression of my need. Besides, I *** that deep down, once I begin to indulge in you I will never be able to stop.

Instead I pull a soft strap of leather from it, a single inch thick and nearly a foot long before it folds in half, the rounded curve bulging as the ends join together in my wide grip. The supple material barely makes a sound of protest as I begin to drag it across your skin. The soft, textured underside brushes across your torso in even passes, my hand moving it like DaVinci and you my Mona Lisa.

I start at the bottom, as all great artists do, stroking you from the hollow of your hip to the small of your back, savoring the view of your gooseflesh as the strap steals even that away. gradually moving higher and higher. Each pass is sure, unhurried. The cool of the leather a stark contrast to the heat you feel building inside you. I count each rib, allowing the strap to meet each one on its ascent until it reaches the pale fabric of your bra.

Carefully I stalk round to your front, the strap following obediently until it rests beneath your breasts, pressed lightly into your sternum. As I do an angelic peal finally breaks the silence of the room, a soft cocky voice, one I have chased me through telephone wire and speakers echoing through the white room.

"Have I already been a bad girl?"

I smile in response to this, your first sign of defiance on this night. You had been instructed to say no words, to make no sound above that of a whisper in our carefully planned stolen moments. But I know you, knew that despite your willingness and eagerness to join me here you wouldn't be able to resist some form of goading.

I lean forward just enough to plant a soft, delicate kiss upon your cheek. Even that faint touch feels like it sears my lips with heat and as I pull away I whisper a softly against your cheek, my breath warm and sweet, made more intoxicating than fine wine by the faint hint of you on my tongue.

"A bad girl? No my sweet, you have simply been yourself. Have simply been *mine*"

As the words dribble from my mouth and to your smooth neck, I wrap the leather strap round your throat, pulling it just tight enough to fit, the line of dark dyed green leather the color of a pristine pine finds its home resting tight round your eloquent throat.

As the collar tightens and is secured in place, my right hand embraces you, exploring the soft round of your belly, the lines of sinew that still stretch for balance. I step into you, breathing you in as I move to become your stability in this moment, my chest against yours, my hand at the small of your back, splayed wide and pulling you closer to me.

[Deleted Member]

Excellent detail and description that inspires and transports to this sweet satisfying introductory moment!

[J4****]

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[Deleted Member]

Okay where's the rest.? I need the rest of it.