"Put My collar on."
i was curled on the floor of my Master's house reading a novel. He was lying on His bed, working on the computer, though it was late evening. Outside, the city was balmy and still busy, the warm summer air blowing in through translucent curtains, the sounds of cars and people filtering in with the breeze. i put my book down and took His collar, wide white leather and a silver buckle, from the windowsill, tilting my chin up to wind its length around my neck.
"Good boy. Come here," He said, pointing to the tidy pile of pillows and blankets on the floor that formed my bed. i kneeled amid the blankets, next to His bed. He caressed my hair and fingered the collar around my neck. "Take your clothes off. I want to play with you."
Trying to be graceful, knowing that He liked to see my body revealed bit by bit, i removed my shirt slowly, unbuttoning each button and sliding the thin cotton down my arms. my dark pink nipples hardened with the sudden exposure to the air, and my hands traveled to the top button of my jeans. Coyly, i unfastened the waistband, and turned to show Him my ass as i bent over and stepped out of my pants. i folded the garments and stood before Him in red underwear, my flat stomach and the curve of my ass available for Him to see.
"I said all of them, boy."
i slid out of the last remaining scrap of clothing, revealing my soft, shaved cunt. Master sighed; i kneeled beside Him once again.
"I've had a hard day, boy; what can you do to make your Master feel better?"
"Anything You like, Sir," i responded softly, eyes averted.
He reached down and quickly twisted one of my nipples. Though i bit my lip, the sudden twinge of pain made me draw a sharp breath. "I know you'll do anything, slut. Bring me a glass of wine."
"Yes, Sir." i padded, barefoot, across the thick carpet to the kitchen. i found a bottle of dry red wine, His favorite, and poured a glass. Holding it carefully in two hands, i paused in the doorway of His bedroom.
"Come in, boy," He said. i kissed the rim of the glass and offered it to Him. He sipped it; i dared not look at His face, knowing that would mean sure punishment, but imagined the dark liquid meeting His fine, full mouth. He touched two fingers, moist with wine, to my lips. "Drink."
i took the tips of His fingers onto my tongue, letting the taste of wine fill my mouth. i sucked His fingertips, and He laughed softly and took His hand away. "Eager to please, aren't you, My little slut. Are you nervous?"
"A little, Sir," i said.
"Down," He commanded suddenly, His voice sharp. The air seemed colder as i folded my body in half, my forehead and palms on the floor, a position of supplication. my heart beat quickly. He got off the bed and circled my prone body, standing quietly beside me. i imagined how this man i served looked as He stood over me, His strong arms relaxed at His sides, short bleached hair framing His pale brown skin and abyss-dark eyes. i knew He could do anything to me, break me in half if He wanted to, tear my slight frame to pieces; but He loved His pet, and He would never hurt me more than i could handle.
"At My feet, boy." i crawled to face Him and returned to my position. He leaned down and ran His hand along my spine, the warmth reassuring me. When His palm reached my ass, He cupped it for a second, and slapped me, quickly and hard. i cried out in surprise.
When He spoke, it was nearly at a whisper. i realized i had been holding my breath, and i forced my lungs to expand again. "You're a good boy, My slut. Sometimes, though, it doesn't matter how good you are. I'm going to hurt you, boy, and you're going to beg Me to stop. Do you remember your safe word?"
"Yes, Sir," i said, trying to keep my voice steady. He grabbed His collar by the ring and pulled me upright. He slapped my face sharply.
"You speak to your Master louder than that, boy," He admonished.
