She followed the chain into the room, her green eyes straining to see through the blindfold over her eyes. The scent of grapes caressed her nose, letting her know that He had candles burning nearby. She thought of Him and smiled slightly, though the fear in her made it difficult. She imagined him holding the end of the chain that was attatched to her collar, guiding her into this room. She did not know what he had planned, merely that he was going to take her. She felt infinitely small at that moment and thought about how she'd gotten to this point.
Here she was, not two weeks ago, laying on the couch, her head in her husbands lap, watching an erotic film some friends had suggested. The girl in it had been claimed as a slave. She felt a yearning to be the girl ... to be taken and used ... to be cared for in such a deep sense ... to live for his pleasure ... and she talked to her husband about the feelings. He hadn't seemed to notice then, and she was left to satisfy herself manually. Then, this afternoon, when he got home from work he frightened her. He told her that he was going to grant her wish, and reached out, catching her hair in his hand. She couldn't speak ... couldn't think ... couldn't do anything except give into Him and fall on her knees at His feet. He seemed so much larger, then, as if He consumed the room, and she feared that she would be lost within Him. No, she thought, that's not right. Not feared ... in truth, she longed for it. She started to watch where He went as He stepped away from her, but He ordered her not to.
"Keep your head forward and your eyes down!", he reprimanded, "Do not look at me!"
She immediately obeyed, frightened by the strength of His voice. She could hear him closing the blinds throughout the house and then felt His arms reaching around her from behind. Her breathing quickened as His fingers slid lightly over her breasts and she gasped as He began to undress her. Her nakedness only heightened her awareness of what He might do, and she started to cry, as much from fear as from an overwhelming happiness that she was going to be His even more now. Their marriage had been pleasant, but now, to truely be owned by Him, she could not conceive of any end to her love for Him. When he had her stand so he could remove her jeans and panties, she could see the smile on His face and the love in His eyes. She felt her sex throb and moisten as He brought out a razor and shaving cream and began to remove the hair from her mound. She could not believe this was happening. She had always kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed, but He was shaving her clean even her anus. She considered resisting ... fighting Him, but the pulsing between her legs kept her motionless. She wanted this ... more than anything she'd ever wanted in her life ... and she did not want to jeopardize His ownership. When He put her back on her knees and forced them apart with His foot she felt somehow more naked than ever before. Her sweetness was open to His view easily, in this position, and she knew that this was her place. She saw Him, from the corner of her eye, pull a small duffle bag from the corner. He had dropped it there when He got home. She'd seen it in His car over the last two weeks, but had never been curious enough to ask what it was. When He pulled a small silver chain with clips at the end from it, she knew. He'd been gathering materials over the last two weeks, behind her back. She moaned as He placed the clips on her nipples and adjusted their tightness. She reached down to soothe the ache between her thighs and winced when He kicked her hand away.
"Don't EVER do that again, unless I tell you to," He commanded. "That is not yours anymore. It is mine, and it will ache untill I choose to relieve the ache."