Some Background: My pet and I dated for a year before we both revealed having respective Domination and submission desires. Her collar is a custom made bracelet crafted of mini interlocking handcuffs to signify the bond of Master and slave. We have already discussed that it will be retired when I give her an engagement ring, which would be her new collar, followed by wedding ring.
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My pet and I lay in bed, enjoying a lazy, naked Saturday afternoon. Kissing on occasion, sometimes our hands on each other's bodies, sometimes just cuddling or spooning. These are the times when we are more like the romantic couple that we were when we began dating, than the Sir and his pet that we have become over the years. The collar I gave her, a necklace of mini interlocking handcuffs as chain links, still rests around her neck, but it is more formality than anything on days like this, as my words are more request than command. They are still followed, but I no longer need worry about disobedience.
We are relaxing comfortably, her on her back and me on my side with my hand running lazy circles around her stomach, talking about the week to come when her phone rings. She looks at it, and looks at me nervously before answering it. My head is close to hers, so I can hear the voice of her best friend in a panicked tone. She is talking about how she thinks her man is cheating on her, because he asked to bring another woman he knows to their bed. I chuckle, knowing that he wants my pet since he asked me already and lay back after encouraging her to make it quick. This is our time, and I am not pleased with the interruption.
I pick up my phone, and check a couple of things online, Twitter and Tumblr and the like. After about five minutes on the call, I type something on my screen, and show it to her.
"You will not allow her to discover what is happening"
Once she looks at me and sees the look in my eyes, she nods submissively, and is drawn back into the call by a panicked question, lying on her side. I began running my hands over her body, lightly rubbing first her sides, then her back. After about another five minutes, I move my hands up to cup her breasts, which are a perfect D cup. She leans back to give me better access, and I begin to knead them affectionately. Her breasts are lovely, just big enough to play with, without having too much to hold onto comfortably. After a few moments I take one in my hand, beginning by teasing and lightly pinching her nipple, while massaging the rest of the breast too.