I was becoming more accustomed to the little things that Master enjoyed most; lying on the ground at his feet, using my tongue over the rough exterior of his shoes to show my devotion and the comforting sound of my leash clicked onto the ring of my collar at night as I took my place between his thighs to sleep with my head on his hips, auburn curls accentuated by blonde highlights fanned over him like a light blanket and a soft pillow cover for my head. Yes, I said comforting because that was what it was becoming to me.
I loved the way he tugged on the leash once I was settled, making the leather strap taut between his hand and my collar, nudging it up just enough so that I felt it snug against my throat. It was always followed by the downward motion of his hand as his fingers slid into my soft tresses, wrapping them around his fingers. A quick tug always brought forth a soft purr from my lips followed by the comfort that I took from his hand stroking over my head accompanied by his voice laced with exhaustion speaking to me right before I drifted off into sweet dreams of my life at his feet and in his arms ... "Good girl. I love you, Mine." Nothing else mattered to me ... just those two phrases. I would do just about anything to hear them slip from his lips. Honestly, I had found nothing so far that I wouldn't do to hear them. And he knew it.
During the day, I always wore my collar. It was a pretty pink one, much like a sleek, well-pampered feline's with a heart-shaped name tag that had my chosen name on it in cursive letters: chelsea ... with a lower case letter c. I loved that collar. It was the one that I always wore around the house and in his presence. He had given it to me after I had earned my way out of the simple black one purchased at the local Petsmart. And then I had one that I wore outside of the house that looked more like jewelry. Most people aren't too fond of slavery or girls wearing collars out and about in public and with my job as a school teacher, it wasn't really something that you went around proclaiming with a cute little dog or cat collar buckled around your throat. Master respected my position in public and had purchased a lovely silver Turian style collar with a small little ring on it that moved at will. It looked like a very cool choker and I got tons of compliments on it.
Tonight we were celebrating our first year together and the anniversary of our sixth month offline as a couple in public. We had moved in together six months ago today and it was a year since I had taken his collar online, before we had even met face to face. So we were going out tonight to one of our favorite places to eat and I was excited about getting out and being with him. I always felt so proud when I was on his arm. Even though to most people we just looked like a normal couple that was deeply infatuated with one another, I always acted in a very respectful manner and kept in mind my position with him. So I never quite walked right beside him unless he pulled me there and I always waited for him to be served first or to take the first bite and that sort of thing. His smile was enough to tell me that I was succeeding, even in public, in making him proud of his property.
