Sumayya awoke to the predawn light, stretching out on her bed luxuriously. When she moved to roll over, she realized that her right arm was loosely bound to the bedpost. It was only then that the events of the previous night came back to her and were cemented into reality as more than a simple nightmare.
It was not long before a gentle knock came at the door. Her Master stepped into the room. "Good morning, my sweet little Sumayya," the man mused. "I hope you slept well."
Sumayya gazed up at him uncertainly, her rosewood hued hair splayed across her face, cascading in waves down her pale shoulders and spilling onto her lovely pink breasts. Her deep blue eyes were unusual, dark and sweet, and seemingly unfitting with her Arab ancestry.
Seeing her lovely body curled on the bed was almost too much for the man. He felt his cock harden, his senses overwhelmed by the gentle beauty of the woman before him. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply. He knew he had to be careful. He did not want to take her too soon. He wanted to show her that his kindness was real, and that she could be comfortable and happy if she only obeyed.
"Would you like some breakfast, my darling?" Sumayya's Master asked.
Sumayya realized that her stomach was indeed rumbling. "Yes, Master," she replied. "That would be nice."
"Very well. If you promise to behave, I will untie you. Do you promise?" he asked her.
"Yes, Master. I promise," she said, relieved to have a sliver of her freedom restored.
"Hold out your arm," he commanded, and he carefully untied her wrist from the bed.
He took her gently in his arms and pulled her to her feet, taking a moment to breathe in her sweet scent. "Now, please kneel on the floor," he requested.
Sumayya hesitantly bent her knees and knelt on the floor before her Master, anxiously gazing up at him.
"Now, cast your eyes down," he ordered.
She did so, hesitantly shifting her gaze to the floor.
She heard her Master move across the room and leave, returning a few minutes later. His shadow fell softly over her kneeling form, and she could see from its outline that he was clutching some sort of ring-like object in his hands. She wanted to look up and see what it was, but she was afraid of what he would do if she did. He crouched down next to her, stroking her hair and pulling it back from her neck. His hands moved behind her and she felt a smooth leathery material at the nape of her neck. The man quickly pulled the material around her neck and clasped it almost before she had time to process what it was.
"You're collaring me?!" she cried in indignation.
"Yes, dear," he said gently.
Her eyes glazed with fury, and she looked up at him sharply. "I'm not some pet! Not some piece of property!" she spat.
"My darling," he said softly, "I do not believe you currently have the authority to make that judgment. And did I give you permission to speak? Or look up at me, for that matter?"
She glared at him for a moment before looking back towards the ground. "No, Master," she said softly, her cheeks red with humiliation at the thought of the collar around her neck.
She looked very pleasing in the red collar he had fixed around her neck, thought the man. He was glad she had swallowed her feelings of rebellion before he would have to punish her too severely.
"Now, darling, bend over the bed for me, will you?" he requested.
She got to her feet, reluctantly, anticipating what was coming, and bent over the bed.
"Know, my dear Sumayya, that I am very proud of you for holding in your anger and following my directions so quickly," said the man. "But, nevertheless, you must be punished for your outburst."
She sighed in resignation as he gave her a hard slap across the ass. He spanked her until her ass was flushed red and sore from the force of his hard palm. She stayed quiet and found, to her relief, that it did not hurt as much as the riding crop had last night. When he was finished he massaged her sore bottom until the pain began to fade.
"There, darling," he said gently. "Now, let's get you some breakfast."
She fought the feelings of outrage and humiliation as he clipped a leash to her collar and led her, naked, to her own kitchen table, instructing her to sit.
"What would you like to eat, dear?" he asked. "I picked up some muffins earlier, or we can make pancakes or French toast if you like."
"Just a muffin, please," she answered softly.
"Blueberry or chocolate chip?" he queried.
"Blueberry would be nice," she responded.
He set a large muffin on her plate and placed a bowl of fruit and a carton of orange juice in the center of the table, instructing her to help herself. She did so, hungrily consuming the food that was placed before her. It tasted delicious and felt wonderful to have the rumbling in her stomach finally eased.
The man smiled at her as he consumed his own muffin, thinking about how absolutely stunning she looked, sitting at the table, naked but for her leash and collar.
When they were finished, the man led Sumayya to the bathroom and turned on the shower, stroking her hair as he waited for the water to warm up. He held Sumayya to him as he undressed himself, though she tried to withdraw from his closeness. He could see the anxious fear pulsing through her at the intimacy of their contact, and knew how small his hard nakedness pressed against her soft little body made her feel. He was confidant she could feel his erection.
The man gently pushed Sumayya into the shower and then stepped in after her. He unclasped her collar and kissed her soft body gently as he shampooed her flowing hair, rinsing it and then conditioning it. He then handed her a bar of soap and instructed her to wash both of their bodies. She did so reluctantly but thoroughly, gently scrubbing him clean. She balked when he pointed out the part of his body that she had neglected, but hesitantly washed his hard penis as well.
Sumayya's Master turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, drying his own body and then Sumayya's, allowing her to wrap herself in the towel as they left the bathroom. Sumayya had to admit that she felt a little better now that she was clean and full and allowed to conceal her nakedness.
She did not resist when her Master again placed the collar around her neck, and she allowed herself to be led back to the bedroom.
