Sophie stood at the edge of the bed, staring at the small box he had placed there for her, her hazel eyes staring down at the box with apprehension. Jack stood, leaning against the doorframe, observing her. Her sandy-brown hair fell forward in soft, loose waves as she looked down, partially obscuring her face. The only thing visible was the rim of her thick glasses.
He had known her for a few years by this point, she had moved in next door with her boyfriend, now husband. She was a curiosity to him, nerdy looking, with thick glasses and long thin lips. She didn't have the prettiest of faces, but there was something about her nerdy demeanour, her reservation, and her outward naivety that piqued his interest in her. That and she had a toned, athletic body, that always seemed so inviting in the tight clothes she tended to wear.
As far as he knew, they were financially stable, both worked and had good jobs. It was all the more surprising to him when he found out they were in deep with loans. What was a passing conversation had become more serious, and in the end, Jack had found himself sitting at her kitchen table as she poured her heart out to him about the issues they faced.
He was by no means wealthy, but had some spare cash and like him, she worked from home a lot. It seemed like a match made in heaven, but when Jack first suggested it, she baulked and quickly asked him to leave.
It wasn't until a few days later he received a text from her asking if the deal was still on the table.
Now she was here, staring down at a closed box, with obvious trepidation.
"You can say 'No.'" Jack said softly, finally breaking the silence, the words almost died in his throat, he didn't want that obviously, but he wanted her to agree to his power over her, to accept her position.
She slowly shook her head without taking her eyes off the box, "No. No. We need this." She focused on the debt, the bank statements, and her husband. This was for their benefit, and if she could help fix things, even if it meant degrading herself and cheating on Dan. Then so long as he never found out, she could go through with it.
Jack concealed a smirk, "I'll leave you to it, let me know when you are ready." He felt a rush of excitement pass through him, he had admired her from afar for a long time, but he had never thought he would be in a position like this.
He stepped out of his room and closed the door, leaving her to her thoughts.
Inside the room her mind raced, she was still fully dressed, and nothing had happened between them yet. She could walk away, go back home, wait for her husband to return and act like this never happened. Jack would understand, she thought to herself, he wouldn't tell Dan. Her house keys were still in her hand, and she realised she was clutching them tight, the ridges of the keys embedding in her palms. Sophie turned to leave, she grabbed her handbag and instinctively opened it to put her keys away, then she saw a message. It was from her bank, again, another reminder of the situation she was in, then the thought of going home and stepping over the three new letters from credit card companies with fierce red print on them.
She gritted her teeth and tossed her keys in her handbag and dropped it by the foot of the bed, her attention drifted back to the box, she wondered what was in there. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she lifted the lid.
Inside the box, she found a set of lingerie, black soft lace fabric that she realised was semi-transparent as she picked it up, and a pair of panties that on closer inspection had no crotch. Underneath the set was a leather collar with a small silver O ring on it, the inside of it was lined with soft red velvet, it had a simple buckle and was secured by a small padlock that had slipped to the corner of the box.
She shivered at what it represented, and her heart rate began to quicken, and she found herself gaze shifting towards her bag that contained the keys to her home.
'I can just go home, I can leave. It's not too late.' She told herself, she leant forward to the bag and she heard the muffled sound of her phone pinging, and the desperation of her situation pushed its way back into the forefront of her thoughts, she swallowed, trying to force the lump out of her throat. For a moment, time stopped, half bent over arm about to reach for her bag.
She stood upright, 'No, I have to. We can't go on like this.' She found herself unbuttoning her blouse and letting it slide off her shoulders, revealing her toned, firm body and soft pale skin, before her mind had caught up with the fact she had made her decision. She carefully stepped out of her clothes, folding them and placing them to the side, before redressing herself in the outfit Jack had picked out for her.
Sophie took the collar in her hands, inspecting it. It was more than a simple leather strap with fittings, it was a representation of her submission to Jack. Her giving in. Her consent for him to do whatever he wished with her body. She turned the collar over, the velvet lining towards her, she brought it up to her neck and she caught the scent of leather as she pushed it against her neck.
She fumbled with the strap and turned and looked in Jack's mirror to see what she was doing, catching a reflection of herself in the mirror.
'How did I end up here?' She caught herself asking, she sat on the bed and faced the mirror, she could see her nipples through the lace of the bra, and the neat lips of her vagina protruded slightly through crotchless panties. The collar was around her neck, but not done up completely.
She looked deeply at herself, her shoulder-length hair framing her face, contrasting with the black lace of the panties.
'I look like a whore.' She thought to herself, 'No. I look like a slave.' She corrected, realising that was more the truth of the situation. A small bronze lock was the last thing in the box, it was a simple thing, like one you would use to secure luggage when travelling, but the quality of the lock meant nothing compared to what it represented. Her hands shook as she threaded the hoop of the lock through the buckle, and after a long pause, she clicked the lock shut around her neck, as she resigned herself to her fate. She looked back into the box, checking the corners for anything else, realising that there were no keys. Jack must already have them.
"I-I'm ready." She called out softly in an uncertain tone, from outside Jack smiled to himself before reaching out and opening the door to the bedroom. He wasn't sure she'd go through with it, and yet now she stood in front of him in a small black lace bra and crotchless panties, it was the first time he had seen her like this and he could see the outline of her nipples through the lace and as his eyes traced their way down her exposed form they came to rest on her shaven pussy that peeked out from the cut away in her panties.
He had watched her subtly, admiring her form, and her tight thin legs and ample, yet muscular bottom as she worked, facing away from him, bent over tending to her plants, but now, in person, with the bare skin of her legs on display, he allowed his eyes to follow her legs down to her toes slowly, and then back up, taking in her firm torso, skin stretched over the athletic curves of her body.
She held one arm with her other hand, she didn't look at him, her eyes downcast.
"Look at me." In a firm tone, he told her what to do, he didn't give her room for descent and slowly she obliged.
Her eyes slowly moved from the floor, taking Jack in. She hadn't looked at him this way before, she had seen him many times, but this was the first time she was viewing him in this light. He had muscular thick legs and a slight belly. He was wide-shouldered which hid his weight well. Rather than looking obese, he looked something closer to the build of a powerlifter. His arms were firm and muscular, and his chest was strong and defined. Her eyes finally moved up his neck to his face, he had bristle, full lips and a strong jawline. He had deep brown eyes and short greying dark hair. She realised that with his strength, he could be a forceful partner if he wanted to be, and she had no trust that he wouldn't be, given the chance. She felt a slight thrill pass through her, masking her sense of unease about him and the situation.
The collar around her neck was tight, and she tugged at it slightly to re-arrange it, not enough to restrict breathing, but there wasn't much give either.
