Without hesitation she snuggled in. She reached up under my jacket and undid my zipper. She reached in and found my boxers. She slipped her hand in the front slit and started to play with my cock. It grew in her hand and she purred into my ear. We continued our conversation as the driver now looked a little bit suspiciously into the mirror.
"Isabelle, what do you want on your collar?"
"You pick, Alex. I belong to you. It should be your choice."
I smiled at this and got lost in her hand under my coat and my thoughts. Before I met Isabelle, I would never have thought I'd be talking of collars. We had discovered our D/s side, almost quite by accident. When we first started dating, she told me that her favorite Shakespearean Play was The Taming of the Shrew. We read it together. That sowed the seed. That was a memory I wanted to fully relive another day. I broke my reverie, and continued on the thought of the collar.
"Then I think we need to focus on something that has a decorative padlock for you."
She squirmed, happy that symbols we had picked earlier for our love, the lock and key would play a part in this necklace. We approached the hotel. I whispered to her to tuck my cock back in my shorts, but to leave my fly open, and withdraw her hand. When she did, the palm came away shiny with my pre-cum. She tried to nonchalantly wipe it on her pants, I don't know if the driver noticed or not. When we got out, he certainly noticed that my zipper was open and that I had a hard on. Isabelle was scandalized and she blushed as we walked to the hotel, but she knew that we would never see this driver again.
The Elevator up seemed like it would never end. When we got to the room, I undressed Isabelle, and had her undress me. She asked if she should put on a costume. I responded with no, I thought we should do this shopping naked.
With the laptop on the hotel's king size bed we snuggled in and started our shopping spree. I found a white lace number with a black ribbon like center that was adorned with a small lock that I really loved. Isabelle loved it as well but was concerned that it wasn't subdued enough for our out and about activities. All the while, as we browsed she continued to pay attention to my cock; keeping it hard and simply stroking it lovingly. I had to agree that it was a bit of overkill for what we wanted. We were looking for subtle, but I did love this piece. It reminded me of a Victorian or Edwardian era French maid's uniform.
We continued to browse. We eventually found a small gold chain that had a pretty little lock that floated on the chain. It was subtle enough for her to wear every day, but would definitely deter Jerks like Dave if we ever went to another munch. We ordered it, and I added the French maid style one as well.
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Chapter 4
I put the laptop aside and pulled Isabelle to me. She got on top of me and slowly slid down on my Penis. She was wet from the collar shopping and the playing with me. As always when I entered her we found a feeling of belonging, of home, of peace.
She snuggled into me and just rested there. We were certainly happy with our purchases, and Isabelle started to discuss our evening.
"It was interesting. Most of the people were like you and me. You'd pass them in the street and not know. As I pass people, I will wonder at every person I see with a tight necklace now, male of female."
