Thank you for your interest in reading this second chapter of Going Under. I would suggest that if you are unfamiliar with this story, you might like to read the first chapter before enjoying this one, as it will add significantly to the character development. However, if you would prefer not to, please enjoy this installment, this as I'm confident that you will still enjoy it on its own.
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Two days had passed since Desiree and I had been together, which was hardly unusual. We each had careers to maintain, and sometimes we went from weekend to weekend, keeping in touch on the phone through the day, but not seeing each other.
It was Tuesday and I was getting ready for work as the call came through. We chatted the usual "good morning, how'd you sleep" and other mundanities that occurred when we spoke this early, but I could sense tension in her voice. Her answers were a little sharper than usual. They came quicker. After a couple of minutes my instinct proved correct.
"I need to see you." Her voice was deeper, slower but with a hint of urgency that I couldn't place. I hadn't heard it before.
"Ok. What's up?" I replied.
"I... I just need you."
My first thought was off the mark. The protective warrior man-beast in me reared its head. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
I wasn't getting the clues. I knew that, but I couldn't get a read on what was going on until she spoke again.
"I miss you." Her voice was still unusual but that clued me in, or maybe my morning cup of coffee had finally hit my brain. I had never heard that from her before. Not like this. Practice kicked in, like muscle memory but more carnal.
"Good, my girl. That pleases me."
"Can I come over tonight?"
"No. You can tomorrow tonight." I silently, mentally kicked myself in the teeth. Without any good reason other than to assert my dominance, I'd just passed up the opportunity to have her company tonight. A classic rookie mistake, missing out on what I want just to be Mr. Dominant.
She was quiet. It lasted a little too long for my comfort, but her voice came back soft, passionate, throaty. "Yes sir."
Her submissive tone went straight to my head. My heart high-fived my brain. I could feel it suddenly pounding in my chest. I was completely off my guard. I worked hard to not let it show in my voice. Undeniable truths had been growing in my head, we were perfect together. Her attitude and her responses were like the first drink of cool water after a hard day in the heat. My little mistake had bought me time and I decided to follow through.
"Desiree, my girl. Go get your hair done up nicely. Have it put up. I don't want to see one strand hanging down, except one little wisp against one cheek. I want you in one of your tight, little, black dresses and black pumps, no underwear, no jewelry. Be here at eight o'clock."
"Yes sir." She practically whispered it. Passion was dripping from her voice.
"Now go. Tomorrow will be a special day."
"Yes sir." Her voice brightened and became more animated. "Goodbye. I mean, goodbye sir."
"Goodbye beautiful."
I hung up the phone and returned to the part of life that serves only to fuel my preferences.
I thought it through as best I could. I don't subscribe to all of the traditional ideas of the lifestyle I have chosen. I understand them. I respect them, but the highest ideal that I subscribe to of the BDSM culture is essentially, "Make it your own." If it works for the participants, it's not for others to judge.
It had been a month since our first encounter that was overtly steeped in dominance and submission, but we had talked about it extensively. We played and I explored her boundaries. She had expressed her desire to go all in and I was ready to take here there.
It was time to put a collar on this girl and engage that beautifully intoxicating physical element of dominance. A bond of submission for her and a symbol of my promises to care for her, keep her safe, and be trustworthy, as well as my ownership of her as long as she would have me.
It's also one potently erotic adornment. The thought of my collar on Desiree's neck had my cock rock hard in my boxers.
The day took forever to pass.
I have a drawer in my bedroom full of items that I occasionally refer to as implements of seduction. It contains a wide variety of sex toys and other elements of our lifestyle. I'd bought the entire assortment just for Desiree and I.
In the weeks before we'd had our first dominance and submission encounter, I'd bound her for the first time and introduced her lovely ass to a rather aggressive butt plug. Since then I'd taken her to the drawer where we talked about the more intense possibilities of us as a dominant and submissive couple. It was the fruit of many conversations, finally coming to a head.
I'd shown her the contents of the drawer then, holding some up to exhibit for her, making sure that she noticed everything that was important or likely to push her boundaries. I watched her reactions to see which ones she responded to the most. I had purchased a goofy, little, purple dog collar on a thin leash from a pet store to include in the mix of items. She reacted strongest to that, leading me to think she might reject it. As we looked over those contents I asked her many times If there was anything in the drawer that she would not want me to include in our relationship. She had been open to all of it. The poor girl had to have been a little overwhelmed but she is quick witted, intelligent, and nobodies fool. She had not been duped. She was willingly giving me permission and I took that to heart because I knew she meant it from her heart.
What she didn't know was that the funky little purple dog collar was going to be replaced by a beautifully crafted, thin, black leather collar with a subtle red inscription which said, "Property of Steve" It had a bright chrome ring attached to it and a fine steel buckle. It was made to not chafe tender flesh, with thin, soft, black padding inside.
Since then I'd acquired three thin, black leashes of different lengths. One was about a foot and a half long. It was really more of a functional adornment than a leash but it worked well for both purposes. It had lace trim and was very feminine. The second was a few feet long, much more functional, and less feminine. The third was thin, strong, black cord, long enough to tether her in the corner of a room, yet still give her freedom of movement anywhere in the room. Of course, I still had the option of tying it at any length I chose. All of them had hand loops at the tag end.
I'd purchased plenty of rope too. No artisan of bondage is worth his salt without rope craft in my opinion.
Tomorrow I would bring these tools to their intended use, intensifying and solidifying my girls submissive role and cementing my maturing relationship to her.
Wednesday passed and I prepared well. I had my finest black suit pressed and my shoes freshly shined. I wore a dark red tie, the only colorful accent. I got a fresh haircut and had the barber perfect my goatee.
I had a light, delicious dinner of salad, cold sautéed shrimp, cheeses and a first rate, blood red Cabernet prepared ahead of time. I put candles around every room, no more than enough to add accent, and I dimmed all the lights so that details of our surrounding could be seen but no room had glaring light. I didn't want our eyes to have to encounter bright light once we'd adjusted to the dim light. I preferred to have no music at a time like this, but I left the outer doors to my bedroom and great room open so the ever present sounds of the waves crashing on the rocks below my apartment could be heard.
I set the collar aside with the mid-length leash of roughly six feet attached.
Sitting down to relax and wait for her, it sank in more acutely than ever, how much Desiree meant to me. I could argue with myself all day, but I could not deny that this girl had captured me more than I could ever capture her. I decided that tonight I would be as open as I knew how about that. I would drop all facade and let it show. I needed that and I believed she did too. For all the sex, the playing of roles, the masterful front, the truth is that I recognized my need for her. I wanted her to recognize it too. I wanted her to feel it. That, to me, is the real power exchange. A durable bond of giving and receiving which enhances and intensifies the best parts of life for both parties. A slavery to love, or at the very least, a slavery to adoration, most healthy when both individuals are bound to it.
My heart was thundering with the waves. I was excited.
I heard the tap at the door.
I opened it and stepped out to her, taking her by hand and leading her to the center of my great room, facing the large windows where the last remnants of the sunset beautified the sky. She took a look around, absorbing the setting of the room. Then, looking me up and down a smile grew on her face, it's loveliness reflected in her deep blue eyes. Neither of us spoke for a moment. I just watched her face, taking in her body language and stunning elegance.
Her attention to detail was perfect. Her hair was pulled back, wrapped in a tight bun. A thin wisp of hair curled down just in front of her ear, caressing her cheek. Her makeup added subtle accent to the shape of her jawline, creating just that much more elegance as I played my eyes along her neck to the curve of her shoulders.
She watched me look her over, past the low cut V of her tight black dress, where the light tan of her braless breasts created an appetizing image of cleavage. The curve of her hips was accentuated by the contrast of black against the lighter background of the room. The dress was short, not reaching nearly mid-thigh, it tempted me to reach the brief distance underneath it to touch her sexual treasures. Her legs were crossed slightly, posed. She knew what an image she was creating. My breathing stopped for a moment, held by her beauty.
Before it got awkward, I took both of her hands in mine and broke the spell with one word.
"Kneel."
I helped her to her knees, then stooped down on one knee in front of her, placing one hand behind her head. I kissed her long and slow, enjoying the soft texture of her lips. I held us together for a moment and then broke it off.
"I missed you." She said softly, with heartfelt passion.
I smiled and stood up close to her, looking down my torso, where her face was only a few inches from my cock which hung heavy in my slacks. The bulge was prominent. I wished I could take a picture.
"I missed you too."
My heart was still pounding from the intoxicating moment at hand.
"Desiree, you've become more dear to me than I could ever explain. I want us to grow together. The closer the better."
I stepped away and returned with the collar and leash in hand. Her eyes widened, locking onto it until I spoke again and her eyes returned to meet mine.
