He made her put the collar on herself. He showed her how to open the clasp with the Allen key and watched her fix the steel band around her neck. It fit perfectly—snug against her skin but not tight enough to constrict her breathing in any way. He pocketed the key and just watched her as she knelt at his feet, feeling the collar with her hands and getting used to its weight. After a quiet, tense minute, during which he was sure she was contemplating the seriousness of the decision she'd just made—and, he had no doubt, getting hornier by the second—he reached down and clipped the chain leash to her collar.
He took a step back and gave the leash a vicious yank, pitching Marie forward onto her hands and knees. She gasped and her hand went involuntarily to her neck. She looked up at him and her face, small and pale above the shiny uncompromising steel, revealed her hurt feelings. "Just making sure it works, princess," he said in reply, smiling cruelly. He pulled steadily on the leash and she followed him, crawling, over to a padded spanking bench assembled in the middle of the store. He sat down and she settled at his feet.
Marie was exhausted. Her thoughts and feelings had been rioting since that morning, and it was taking its toll on her. She knew she'd made the right decision when she agreed to wear his collar, but her life had changed so irrevocably and so fast—she couldn't assimilate the joy and confusion that flooded her. Her pussy and asshole burned where he'd so roughly fingered them. The slight pain only made her hornier.
For she was horny again, almost unbearably so. The way he'd manhandled her, the feel of the slave collar around her neck, the crawling, all had their inevitable effect and by now she could feel her wetness starting to coat her inner thighs. Her nipples, still recovering from having been clamped for an hour or more, were hard and throbbing. How badly she wanted him to touch her again, to hold her like he had before... She rubbed her head against his leg, instinctively seeking comfort.
"Sit up and look at me," he snapped, sounding irritated. Marie rushed to obey him, remembering to spread her thighs, hoping he'd notice and be pleased.
But his voice was cold as he went on, "Now for your punishment."
She looked so dismayed it was comical. He would have laughed if this hadn't been an important moment. He had to make good on his promise to make her suffer right away, or she might not take him seriously.
Marie felt her stomach sink. She'd been so hoping he'd take her in his arms, hold her down and fuck her thoroughly. Hadn't he punished her well enough for her two transgressions? She'd thought the panties over her face and in her mouth, the clamps on her nipples, being left uncomfortably bound and alone in the bookstore hallway had been her punishment. What had she done now?
As if reading her thoughts, he was saying, "I think you learned your lesson about following my directions precisely, and maybe even about coming without permission." He paused for effect. "But you've
completely
neglected to thank me for your gift."
Marie's hands flew to her collar and grasped it tightly, afraid he might take it away from her. An instant later, however, she threw herself down, her forehead touching the tips of his shoes and her palms to the floor on either side of him.
"I'm so sorry, Master," she said to the floor, "I didn't mean to be ungrateful." She raised her face to look up at him. "Thank you, Master," she whispered, "for the most wonderful, precious gift I've ever been given. I know I don't deserve it, especially now when I've been so thoughtless." She rose up onto her knees and seized his hands. "Please, please punish me, Sir, as I deserve." She released his hands and prostrated herself before him again.
He was glad she wasn't looking at him, because he was a little shocked. He never expected her to attain this level of submissiveness this soon. He didn't know if she was just being clever, trying to think of the right things to say to mollify him, or if she really meant it—but either way, it was an impressive apology. It also made him hard as a rock.
He stood up and said, "Get up," and to his relief his voice sounded disgusted. She rose shakily, keeping her eyes downcast. He studied her face for a couple of seconds but he still couldn't tell if she'd been sincere in her apology or what she was thinking. Well, in a few minutes all her thoughts would be focused on the pain of her ass.
In truth, he wasn't angry with her, or even really disappointed—she'd learn. But he'd been waiting all evening to really enjoy his new little submissive, and now his body was straining to possess her. "All right, princess," he said finally, indicating the spanking bench. "Climb aboard."
Marie looked at the contraption with trepidation. He had been sitting on a cushioned platform, about three feet off the ground. To one side of it, about a foot lower, were two skinnier, longer platforms, about two or three feet apart and angled outward. On the other side were another two platforms, a little shorter and about shoulder-width apart. An intimidating collection of straps and cuffs dangled from several points.
Satisfied that she'd figured it out, Marie gingerly approached the bench. Kneeling carefully on the long padded rests, she aligned her hips with the middle platform and bent forward until she could place her forearms on the arm rests. As soon as she was in place, her instincts screamed at her to jump up and get off this thing. She'd never felt so exposed, even when she'd been bound and naked in the parking lot earlier. She started to tremble. Why, once he strapped her down he'd be able to do anything he wanted to her, and she would be helpless to resist.
He, on the other hand, was delighted with the way she looked on the bench. His friend Theo had adjusted it to his specifications earlier that evening, and her petite frame fit perfectly. Her arms were supported from her hands to her elbows, her legs from her knees to her ankles, while her small bare feet hung in the air off the end of the leg rests, her toes pointing at the floor. The main platform supported her hips and stomach, but her breasts hung free, almost beckoning him to do things to them. The arm rests were low enough that her ass was pointed enticingly upwards, while her legs were kept spread and angled apart, giving him access to her crotch and inner thighs. His heart pounded at the sight, and he knew she'd look even sexier when she was strapped down.
With that thought in mind, he began to efficiently fasten the straps and cuffs to her body. There were cuffs for her ankles and wrists, pinning them securely to the arm and leg rests. Additional straps went around the backs of her knees, her arms near the elbow, and her waist. He pulled them all very tight, knowing that when he was done she wouldn't be able to so much as wiggle. When he was done he stepped back and looked at her, slowly circling her helpless form. The black cuffs and straps contrasted delightfully with her pale skin, the dusky pink color of her nipples and pussy also standing out. The angle of the leg rests pulled her buttocks and pussy lips apart slightly and tightened the skin over the whole area, making it more sensitive to punishment. He swore he could see her pussy twitching, clear moisture seeping slowly and steadily from it, making her plump labia look shiny and enticing. It was a vision.
He stepped around to her front, where she kept her head down, her hair falling around her face. "Look at me," he commanded and she did, her wide eyes and flushed cheeks betraying her nervousness and her arousal. "Do you remember reading me your favorite book last night?"
"Yes, Sir," she whispered, her stomach tightening as she wondered where this was leading.
