We had gone shopping some more. We were in mall, showing off and teasing each other (and those around us) in public. This time, in the lingerie store things had heated up a bit more. This time, when you asked the sales girl to help you with the clasp, you reached out and ran your hands along her hips and onto her tight little ass. You pulled her body tight to yours and started to grind your crotch into her thigh. Her hands lingered on the soft warm skin of your tits for a little while, lightly pinching your nipples through the silky material of the bra, then she became all flustered, turned bright red and ran from the dressing room. I watched all of it through the open door. I walked in to the dressing room, gave you a light, brushing kiss on the side of your neck, and took off the bra you had been trying on. I slid my hand under the hem of your skirt, and discovered that your pussy was dripping wet. My, my, you are a naughty little girl. I left the dressing room as you finished putting your blouse back on.
When you left the dressing room and returned to the store, I was at the counter getting the bag containing our purchases. Then we left the mall and headed home. I knew how horny you had become, and I decided to let you simmer for a while. We talked of our plans for the evening, dinner and dancing and other things. I could tell how excited you were by the way your breathing was a little deeper than normal and the way you kept squirming in your seat.
After we got home, I told you to go stand in the middle of the living room and not move. Then I disappeared into the basement. After a few minutes of waiting, you start to hear sounds coming from the lower floor. You also start to notice the sweet smell of incense seeping under the door. I return. You haven't moved from your spot in the living room. I move in, real close behind you, not quite touching you, and tell you to lift your hair. You do and I plant a long, lingering half bite, half kiss on your neck. My hands move up the sides of your body and touch your face. My fingertips brush against your lips; and your tongue darts out to taste my skin. Something slips around your neck. It feels like metal. You hear the quiet "snick" of a latch closing. You hear the sound of metal against metal and you wonder what I just put around your neck.
I hold up a mirror and you can see that you have just been put in a collar. A delicate, intricately designed silver and gold collar has just been placed around your neck. The cool touch of the metal presses against your hot flushed skin as you marvel at the feel of the weight around your neck.
"Come on, we are going downstairs."
You have a questioning look on your face, but you follow me into the basement.
At the bottom of the stairs you stop and stare. The basement has been transformed in to something else entirely. There are thick carpets on the floor. There are mirrors in all four corners of the room. Dozens of candles light the room. There is soft, sensuous music playing from a stereo hidden in the corner. The spice of incense fills the air. Silk scarves are strewn about on piles of oversized pillows. What captures your attention is the odd piece of furniture in the center of the room.