Rose couldn't help but stare as the tall stranger entered her store. Clean shaven with his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, he surveyed the interior of the small local gas station while she took in his appearance. The man was dressed in a meticulously tailored black suit with a contrasting charcoal gray dress shirt. His ensemble was complimented by the tasteful black and silver tie knotted around his neck in a perfect Windsor. But above all, she noticed his footwear. Despite the designer silk suit, the stranger was wearing heavy leather boots that echoed on the dull brown tiles as he walked. He was her most delicious fantasy come to life; a wet dream straight from her deepest sexual longings.
She felt a slight flutter in her stomach and clutched the chain padlocked around her soft pale throat. As she pulled slightly on the lock, she was comforted by the thick steel links biting into her flesh. A gift from the man she called Master, the chain was her collar; a symbol of the love that they shared and promises that they had made. Although being calmed by the familiar feel of the warm metal against her skin, the flutters returned when he approached her and made no effort to hide his examination of her form. She felt self-conscious and under dressed in her drab work uniform. Though she could not see his eyes behind the dark lenses, she could feel his gaze trailing over her body as intimate as a lover's hands caressing her curves. She suppressed a tremble and steadied her knees before finding her voice.
"Can I help you, Sir?" The respectful title tumbling from her lips without hesitation, betraying her thoughts about the man standing before her.
The man smiled at her; a slight smirk tainting the otherwise friendly gesture. "Are you certain you want to help me?" His voice was deep and rich; making her tingle all over with suppressed sexual desire. She laughed a bit nervously, smiling to cover her discomfort and appear at ease.
"Well, you know, I think that's what they pay me for around here. I'd hate to think they weren't getting their money's worth."
"That would depend on what sort of help I might require, wouldn't it?" He cocked an eyebrow over the top of his sunglasses, their dark lenses keeping his expression maddeningly hidden from her. She blushed at the connotations of his statement.
"I suppose it would, at that." Rose had to fight hard not to look away and betray herself. Maintaining eye contact is something a submissive is taught early on not to do. Breaking her training was difficult but she managed to keep looking into the dark mirrors of the sunglass lenses.
Gentlemanly enough to not mention the blush tainting her cheeks, he leaned against her counter ever so slightly, bringing himself closer to her. "Oh, I think you might like the idea of helping me. Tell me, does one so lovely have a name?"
She laughed again, a genuine laugh of amusement this time. "Of course! But I never wear my name tag much to the annoyance of everyone else. I've decided that as long as I know my name, I don't need a reminder pinned on. But since you asked, my name is Rose. Do YOU have a name?" She smiled a bit more, relaxing into the harmless banter that they had started.
"I do have a name, and your name fits the lovely blush coloring your pretty face." Perhaps he wasn't such a gentleman after all.
She smirked at that one. "Careful. Just because I'm named after a flower doesn't mean I'm as delicate as one. All roses have thorns, including this one."
"Some call me Master." He said it quietly, right on the heels of her statement about the thorns. It threw her off for a moment and she gasped before she could suppress the sound. She somehow forced herself to stay in place though her first instinct was to take a step back. Rose recovered as quickly as possible and tried to cover the gasp with a laugh.
"What an odd name! Was your mother trying to give you a complex?" He noted the reaction, even as she quickly recovered and fired back a spirited and biting retort. He shook his head slightly, warning her with the small gesture not to attempt to match him in a battle of wits.
"I couldn't help but notice this bulky lock and chain around your delicate neck. It looks so out of place compared to the rest of you." He reached out and touched the lock; his fingertips brushing her soft skin. The touch was electric and she closed her eyes ever so briefly. Before she knew it, the touch was gone and his hand was at his side once more as if he had never even touched her. Only her tingling flesh told her for sure that it was not merely her imagination.
