Checking in early to their hotel proved to be no problem. It was a relatively quiet weekend with no major events and the hotel had seemed glad to have guests. There were no raised eyebrows either about two women sharing a room. Grace and Michelle clearly were there as a couple but in San Francisco that was nothing unusual.
Michelle had thought that they would christen the room right away with some play, but that was not Grace's plan. She had a number of things that she wanted to do before they began their evening. They wasted no time in the hotel but instead immediately took the rental car out again. Grace had reserved a small sporty little two seater. If she was going to have fun, she wanted to go all out.
Since she had only been in San Francisco a few times, Grace handed Michelle a street map along with directions on how to get to the Castro district. The famous gay district was the perfect place for the two of them to start. As they drove, Grace placed her hand on Michelle's thigh and slowly inched up her skirt until she could caress Michelle's bare skin. Her nails lightly scratched small circles that moved up and down Michelle's leg. Sometimes she would instead move her fingers down between Michelle's parted legs to caress the soft inner thigh. Grace loved the way that Michelle would wiggle as she touched a particularly sensitive spot and chuckled softly as Michelle found it hard to concentrate on following the map. Once or twice, they had to circle a block because she missed calling out a turn. Since they were not on a time schedule, Grace just smiled and kissed Michelle when she tried to apologize for her error.
Finally they found their way there through a combination of Michelle's navigation and the city thoughtfully putting up signs directing people there. Not surprisingly for either San Francisco or with the name, it had a Mexican flavor to the architecture that Grace quite liked.
With Grace's arm around Michelle, the two of them slowly wandered along the sidewalk looking at the shops they passed. Occasionally they stopped to admire something in the window but they didn't enter any of the shops. Grace had a particular one that she wanted to visit first. She had found it online the other night while planning for the trip. To a degree, it had triggered her ideas about the weekend.
It was a jewelry shop that specialized in silver. Grace always loved the look of silver best. It went especially well with the black that she tended to favor. As they stopped to look at the window, Michelle gasped at how pretty some of the pieces were, not realizing that was their destination.
"Mistress, aren't they lovely?" she asked.
Smiling, Grace nodded. "I think they may have something I like." She smiled again as Michelle went to the door and held it open for her. Michelle had been doing little things since they got off the plane, taking seriously the idea that she should serve Grace.
An older man greeted them as they entered the building. Grace nodded back at him and he sensed that she wished to just look for a few moments. He thoughtfully held back and didn't intrude. While Michelle wandered and looked at some of the rings, Grace scanned the room until she thought she saw the case that she was looking for. She moved over to it and examined the silver necklaces inside. They were more stunning in person than the pictures had shown online, which wasn't at all a surprise. She turned to ask the shopkeeper to come help but he had already seen her interest and was moving to help her.
"Ah, the collars. Were you looking for something in particular?" he asked.
"I was looking to purchase one of the engraved ones, for the young lady," Grace said as she smiled at him. Again, Grace felt a sense of satisfaction when this seemed quite ordinary. He merely focused on helping her pick out the appropriate one.
"I see. Which one is the appropriate collar for your relationship," he inquired. "I have one that says 'slave'; one that is 'owned'; and there is this one that says 'slut'. Or did you want to have a custom engraving? That would take a day. I can make the pieces but I can't seem to use an engraver," he said chuckling.
Grace laughed along with him. "No, I think 'owned' will be fine."
He nodded and picked up the collar. It was shining bright. The front of it was wide piece of curved silver about three quarters of an inch wide that wrapped about two-thirds of the way around the neck and closed with two bands that went around the back. In a fancy script font, there was the word 'owned' that quite visible.
"I have two styles of closure that I can mount. One is has an opening and closing mechanism that makes it easier to take off. But I also have a closure that uses screws. Of course that one can be removed if need be, but not easily by the wearer. The collar is quite sturdy and can be worn around the clock without fear of it breaking," he explained.
Grace turned to Michelle and beckoned her over.
"Yes, Mistress?" Michelle asked. She blushed just slightly as it was only the second time she had called Grace that within earshot of someone else.
"I am going to buy this for you precious. I am interested in your opinion. Do you think I should get the clasp that can open, or this one that you cannot remove? I want your thoughts, thought I will make the final decision" Grace asked.
Michelle moved close to Grace and softly kissed her cheek. "i belong to You, Mistress. If it is alright with You, i would rather have the one that only You can remove."
