He gave me strict instructions that day of what I was to wear for the evening ahead; the clothes were all laid out for me when I went upstairs to bath and change.
He had chosen black sheer stockings, black suspenders, a very plain black silk corset with deep red lacing ribbons and a dark red dress made of leather, softened till the long skirt flowed round my ankles like silk emphasising the fitted bodice above. With high black heels I looked in the mirror and found that I looked simple but striking, formal yet decadent.
Whilst we are in the car He pulls from His pocket a dark red leather collar, made to match the dress I am wearing and fastens it around my neck gently, ensuring that it is a close fit.
I have no idea where we are going but when the car turns off the main road through a set of high gates and starts onto a winding track I turn and asked Him for the first time. As I knew He would, He just smiles and tells me to wait. We are driving up a single strip of well maintained tarmac, through dense forest, the road bending and rising all the time.
Although it is some time till sunset the trees around us are so thick and tall that they barely let any sun through to the road and it feels like night has fallen instantaneously. The car continues to climb in between the trees for several minutes until suddenly we came back out into the evening sun and draw up in front of a castle, all rounded curves and turrets constructed of yellow sandstone.
He takes my hand and helps me from the car, as we walk up to the entrance a liveried butler comes to meet us, shaking His hand and bowing formally to me, welcoming us and assuring Him that everything has been organised according to His specifications. He pauses briefly on the threshold and takes from His pocket my leash, clipping it quickly to my collar with the familiar soft snick of metal that always makes my pulse jump and my skin shiver with anticipation. We follow the butler through the entrance and begin to climb the staircase in front of us, as we walk up the stone steps my pace slows whilst I looked around me taking in the view from the stairs down to the cavernous hallway beneath and up to the intricate carved ceiling. A swift jerk on my collar and the slight rattle of the chain of my leash indicate that I was walking too slowly for Him and I hurry to keep up with His strides.
I see the butler turn slightly with a bemused expression, watching us; I am familiar with this particular expression, one that is always used by others watching me being led like a pet.
None of them ever realise how much I love it, they look at me with pity, whether for being under another’s control or behaving like a plaything I can never decide but I always get a thrill of excitement when He holds me on my leash. My head is held higher, my posture upright and proud, because that’s how I feel when He leads me; proud to be His, proud of being completely at His command and secure in the knowledge that I’m the only pet He desires.
We walk down a long corridor with a mirror at the end, as I stare into my reflection I feel a rush of sexual tension run through me; I look so unattainable in the clothes I am wearing, my hair long and loose around my shoulders; yet linked both physically and emotionally to my Master. He is watching us too, with an expression I can’t read on His face – pride, desire, contentment? The butler opens a large set of double wooden doors with a slow heavy creak and stands back to allow us to pass into the room.
It is a dark room except for a roaring log fire in one wall throwing shadows across the twilight, making the gold upholstery on the two chaise longues gleam, the gold leaf on the ceiling shine dully. Once we are inside, the butler bows silently and leaves, closing the doors. He turns to me slowly and smiles telling me how wonderful I look and asking me if I like the room. I tell Him truthfully that it is beautiful and ask how He had managed to find a castle to hire for the evening. He looks at me for a moment, shakes His head almost imperceptibly and doesn’t reply, I take the hint, He doesn’t want to answer questions, I am just meant to relax and enjoy the evening.
He leads me over to the chaise near the fire, turns so I can remove His jacket and sits down, leaning back to look at me from head to toe as I stand before Him. I love it when He looks at me like this, taking in every detail of my body; I watch His face to gauge His approval and His intentions for me. He moves forwards and reaches up to brush my hair back over my shoulders; runs His finger tips down my neck to the curve and swell of my breasts above the soft red leather, He feels me shiver down the length of my body and smiles.
“Take it off pet”
I reach round my back to slide the zip down, the soft leather around my legs sliding gently to the floor followed by the stiffness of the bodice which lies in a heap at my feet. I stand in front of Him wearing the black silk corset and black stockings which form a stark contrast to the pale skin within; He pulls my leash slightly to the right
“Turn around pet”
My heels tap on the stone floor as I move round and sense rather than hear the intake of His breath as I stand with my back facing Him, He tells me to move my hair in front of my shoulders and I feel His gaze moving from the leather collar at my neck down past my shoulder blades, following the line of lacing to my bare arse and the lace at the top of my stockings.
I know that this is one of His favourite views; stiff black fabric against smooth creamy-white skin, the curve of my inner thighs against suspenders and lace. I stand motionless barely breathing, waiting inside for the familiar sting of His palm against my arse cheeks to set me on fire. But it never comes.
Instead there is a soft knock at the door and the butler appears with a tray, pausing only momentarily in his stride to do a double-take at me standing before my Master in stockings, corset and heels, my leash around my neck. The butler moves to pour His drink and then departs without saying a word.
Once the doors are closed again I feel the tension inwardly building as I wait for His touch but He simply moves to get more comfortable in His seat and reaches for His drink.
“Kneel down pet”
I turn to kneel at His feet, my skin shivering slightly as it touches the stone floor I lean my head on His thigh and look up at Him. He smiles and strokes my hair with the chain of my leash still wrapped around His palm.
We sit for some time like this, His eyes travelling across my face and body, mine watching His face for the tell tale change of expression to come over it.
At last He puts His drink down and reaching around my neck unclasps my leash letting it fall to the floor with a loud rattle of chain. He takes my hair gently in His hand and wraps it around His palm, becoming more forceful with each twist, pulling my head back off His thigh so my neck is outstretched before Him.
“How is my pet this evening?”
I tell Him I am craving His touch and He smiles slightly, pulling my hair harder so my head is bent as far as it can go, the sinews on my neck standing out.
He bends forwards to kiss me softly on the lips, His tongue snaking into my mouth before kissing me hard pushing my head back further still, His hand releases my hair to trace down my arm leaving me shivering with anticipation.
Abruptly He stands and pulls me to my feet by my hair, then holding my hand takes me through a set of doors at the far end of the room. This second room is a bedroom, a huge four poster bed dominating the area with yet another fireplace on the opposite wall with flames roaring up the chimney although it’s a warm evening.
He walks me over to the base of the bed, reaches down to the covers and picks up a piece of thick black silk which He ties around my eyes blocking even the tiniest chink of light from my view.
