It was Friday after a long week for both of them. He'd received her text a few hours after lunch and he'd been all but worthless as an employee since then. Though, he chuckled to himself, she'll pay for it dearly since it's given him time to think about the night ahead.
Looking down again to verify he was driving the speed limit, well, no more than six and half-ish above, he made himself slow down a bit. The last thing he wanted was to be so caught up in the moment that he'd get pulled over for speeding on his way home to his wife. They'd talked about the anxious excitement, the anticipation of what was to come after a text like that and they'd decided to take their time, as hard as it is, to reach one another. Safety first. The added benefit of course was the heightened tension of making her wait a little bit longer.
Two syllables. "Home Sir." was all the monochromatic, simple message on his phone said. Factual. Concise. Innocuous. To the point. And yet, it conveyed so much more.
Through the windows poured the crisp air of the spring afternoon, and it buffeted against the sound of the music from the radio. The blossoming smells of fragrant flowers spreading their sex for the world to observe and the greening of the trees were lost on the man driving the truck. He had a singular purpose and while he was taking caution in his trip home, he was in a hurry to pluck a flower of his choosing.
A round hill slid under his radial tires and he put his blinker on for a left turn into a above average neighborhood, typical suburbia. Close to the city but far enough away that the houses were erected in mildly expansive lots. The city provided jobs, entertainment, and more importantly a degree of anonymity and a fair number of stores and boutiques that specialized in sexual goods and attire.
The truck's front tires hurriedly pushed over the driveway bump marking the threshold of his domain and he had to forcefully stop the truck faster than he wanted, betraying his calm demeanor. Exiting the vehicle, he grabbed the pair of grocery bags and a shiny, opaque black bag with only a gold cursive "F" adorning the side, and made his way to the country style house. As he reached the wraparound porch, he took the steps to the door two at a time, nimbly hopping each pair with the balls of his feet. He fumbled in his pants pocket for his keys and both chuckled at and cursed himself, before putting the bag in his right hand down so he could pull his house key out of his crowded pocket.
The door of the quiet house silently yielded after he thrust his key into the lock and twisted the knob. The portal, now opened wide, revealed a wooden foyer whose walls were the color of blushing skin and in the middle on a emerald green, square floor pillow, knelt a naked woman. Her skin was very fair, her long blond hair fell forward over her bowed head obscuring her face and vision. She knelt on her knees, legs spread apart, bent forward and with her hands held up in front above her. Her breasts, sporting a pair of large areola, hung heavy and gently swayed with each respiration. She held in her hands was a sturdy, black, leather collar which had number of shiny metal D-rings stitched and reinforced into the leather.
She shivered slightly and goosebumps multiplied on her skin as the cool spring air dove from the doorway to swirl around her. And probably also because the door was wide open to the world. He smiled in appreciation, though she couldn't see it, and gently forced the door closed with the sole of his foot, avoiding the need to put the bags down. Without a word he left the woman where she was, knowing she would obediently wait for him even though it was humiliating to be ignored. Into the kitchen he went and placed the groceries in their proper locations. He exited the kitchen and walked into the family room where he dropped the black bag on the couch next to his favorite seat and ottoman. He looked down the path to the front door to see his pet still kneeling on the pillow, facing the front door, head submissively bowed and hands still held up above her head, though shakily with the passing of the time.
With slow purposeful strides he began to walk toward her. He planted each step firmly on the wooden floor so that she could hear him stalking closer. Her tension grew, as did her arousal, with knowing he was coming for her at last. His eyes roamed her body as he grew closer. He passed to her left and she could see his beautifully shined leather shoes process past and around in front of her, where they turned and pointed at her naked form. The shoes were adorned with a metal flourish on the top of the shoe, where some men might wear tassels. He wouldn't wear tassels. Instead, inset into the top of the foot where tassels might be was the raised silver form of a fleur de lis.
The lingering of her eyes on his shoes was interrupted by the touch of his strong fingers on her upturned hands as he retrieved the collar from her. "Hello my pet." the man's voice said. His sound stirred her soul, and the words, their meaning stirred something more inside her. With his greeting, she dropped her hands, palms up to her spread knees and she responded, "Hello master." Their ritual always begins this way.
Turning to the wall beside him, he reached out and grabbed a small key from the wall mounted key hooks. He inserted it into a lock on the leather collar and the mechanism released the leather, allowing it to stiffen into a more linear shape. He approached her closer and leaned over her as she tried to stretch her neck up taller to meet his hands and the collar they held. She tried to keep her eyes focused on the floor behind him, but she couldn't help but to lock on to his pants covered thighs and wanting to rub her forehead into his crotch. She swayed slightly before she felt the stiff leather touch the front of her throat, but the touch of the collar was enough to steadily anchor her as he closed the clasp behind her neck. He turned away briefly to replace the key where it belonged and then faced his soul mate again.
He spoke to her again and this time held out his right hand, "Rise, my love." She reached for his hand in the periphery of her vision and slowly, with quite some effort, unbent her knees and stood naked but for her collar, before her chosen Master. He let go of her hand
Continuing the ceremony they always repeated, he asked her, "What does giving me your collar signify?"
"That I chose to belong to you. That am giving myself to you fully. To do with me as it pleases you."
Smiling, he replied in kind, "And by my placing the collar around your neck, I accept your gift and promise to cherish your health and well being. I will do with you as I wish, until I am done with you or you safeword out."
Reaching up he cupped her chin and pulled her face up to face his and they locked eyes, "And your safeword?"
"Sanctuary."
"Your safeword is 'Sanctuary'." He purposefully repeated.
