Joseph

 

 

 

I should have known that I’m not good at making exceptions. Exceptions tend to become the rule in my case. They don’t call it a slippery slope for nothing.

It’s day thirteen, two days since I removed her training collar and brought her downstairs with me to have breakfast together like a freaking married couple.

And now I’m doing it again. I’m making a fuss about something that is heavy with meaning, as if this was a true relationship, but should be nothing more in our case than a simple transition.

Tonight, she will receive a new collar, a permanent one that she won’t be able to take off. Not until our time together comes to an end. The fact that there is a definite end to our arrangement is the difference. I hate thinking about it.

She earned her collar, unlike many others before her. It’s my way of showing her that she’s truly special to me, even if the gesture goes beyond her understanding.

I know she misses it, she’s been asking about it, mentioning that her neck feels ‘weirdly bare’ now that I took it off. She cast me questioning looks all day yesterday, probably wondering if she gave me any reason to be unsatisfied with her. Taking the collar feels like a punishment to her, which shows that she’s ready for the next step.

But I don’t know if she fully understands the meaning behind a more permanent collar, or if she’ll feel the same way once she realizes she won’t be able to take it off.

She has received clear instructions, and I can rely on her newfound willingness to obey. I told her to put on the slinky red dress and doll herself up a little. This time, she will wear a sexy pair of stockings under her dress, and this time she’ll beg me to fuck her once we’re done with everything else.

She’ll be my queen tonight, until it’s time to treat her otherwise.

While I do cook on a regular basis, in no way am I capable of creating something special enough for the occasion, so I make another exception and ask my personal chef to stop by in the afternoon to prepare a meal for us. Something light yet elaborate, the exact opposite of my style of cooking.

I’m wearing the same suit I wore two days ago, knowing that she’ll appreciate it. The way she looked at me suggested that she liked it a lot, and it was confirmed when she invited me to fuck her for a second time that morning. She’s turning into such a perfect little pet that I’m already dreading the day when I’ll have to let her go.

She’s kneeling in the middle of the room, wearing the red dress that hugs her slim frame so tightly that she’s forced to keep her legs closed in a modest way. Her chin lifts when she hears me approaching, but her eyes don’t open until I kiss her, silently giving her permission to look at me.

“You look beautiful,” I praise her. “Wait here.”

She’s well-behaved enough to not turn her head when I walk over to the connected room to fetch something else from the cabinet that she’ll wear during our dinner.

“Get up,” I order her once I step back inside her room, watching as she gets up on her feet. She’s  wearing the heels I took from her on the first day because I knew they would look good with the dress. Her hair is styled in a pinned up-do, another thing I asked her to do.

“You’ve been complaining about your neck being so bare these past two days,” I begin, while I circle around her, taking in her breathtaking view before I come to a halt in front of her.

She’s smiling at me, beaming with joyful anticipation.

“Am I getting it back?” she asks.

I shake my head, not missing the hint of disappointment on her face.

“No,” I tell her. “You’re getting something nicer.”

Her face lights up when I reach inside the pocket of my suit jacket, producing a new collar for her to wear. It’s a black leather collar, just like the one she had before, but this one has a heart-shaped lock at the front instead of a simple d-ring.

“The first one was just a training collar,” I tell her. “This one is different. This says you’re mine. You won’t be able to take it off on your own.”

“I never took off the other one either,” she says, her eyes casting back and forth between me and the collar in my hand.

“Yes, that’s why you deserve this one,” I continue. “You’ve been a very good girl for me. I’m a pleased Master, ready to collar my pet.”

Her breathing changes when I step forward to lock the collar around her neck. She’s panting with excitement, her gray-blue eyes sparkling with anticipation as my hands caress the sensitive skin around her neck.

A sigh escapes her lush lips when the lock clicks shut. I don’t need a key to close it, just to open it, and if everything goes according to plan, I won’t open this lock before another twenty-six days have passed. That’s when the contract ends and I will have to let her go, something I need to keep reminding myself of because it seems too hard to believe.

“Thank you,” she breathes, radiating a happiness that is so raw and honest, that I truly want to believe its sincerity.

“Thank you for being such a good pet,” I tell her. “Earning your submission is a pleasure.”

With her, it really feels like I had to earn it, despite the knowledge that she’s going to be paid handsomely for this. She made me fight for it, she made me do things I’d normally never even consider. She deserves so much more than this.

“We’re having dinner downstairs tonight to mark the special occasion,” I let her know. “But before we go, there’s something else I want you to wear.”

She nods without knowing what I might be referring to, and I’m sure she’s expecting some kind of jewelry.

Well, she’s not entirely wrong about that. I reach into my other pocket, revealing a little diamond plug. She looks at with bewildered fascination and curiosity.

“Is that…?”

I step closer, placing my index finger on her lips to stop her from speaking, replacing it with my lips a moment later. She moans when I claim her with a kiss, responding to me like she should, her body squirming against mine with need. I reach around, tracing along the small of her back, before traveling beneath her sexy dress. She was asked to wear nothing but stockings underneath, and she obeyed her orders. I don’t even have to tell her to spread her legs for me. She does it all on her own, greedily leaning into my touch, as I part her lips to fondle the wetness between them.

“Fuck, Ruby,” I breathe between our kisses. “So wet for me, what a good pet you are.”

She smiles, moaning as I trace the tip of the plug along her wet lips, gently pushing the tip inside her, before retreating, gathering up more of her juices as I allow my fingers to trail along her core. This is not meant for her pussy.

She gasps when I grab her ass with the other hand, spreading her cheeks apart while teasing her tight hole with the dampened tip of the plug.

“That’s right,” I breathe. “This will spread your tight little ass for me.”

She sighs heartily when I force the plug inside, smoothly pushing until it sits securely. I tap on it a few times, testing her reaction to it. Ruby is panting in my arms, while she accommodates the feeling of the plug stretching her. Her dainty hands crawl into the fabric of my suit, pulling us even closer together.

“Do you like it?” I whisper in her ear.

“Yes,” she replies breathlessly. “Yes, Master.”