Chapter 3: Hold That Thought
Waking up the next morning, Chloe found herself wrapped in a soft, warm blanket with the faint smell of food in the air. Slowly, she came to realize that this was not her bed, these weren't her sheets, and this wasn't her apartment. Shocked fully awake and a bit afraid, she sat bolt upright in the bed. She now also realized just how naked she was and blushed in embarrassment while searching for her clothes. But there they were, off to the side in a neat pile waiting for her. Confusion clouded her mind, but after a few seconds, she started to remember what happened, what she did the night before.
Chloe touched her neck. Memories of the collar flooded her brain, what it felt like to wear, what it let her do without worry. Was all of that real? She decided that in the end, it didn't matter. The best option right now was to get dressed. She hurried over to her pile of clothes and quickly put on her underwear and skirt. As she started to put on her bra, she finally slowed down. Snapping her bra strap into place, she couldn't help but think of the previous night again. The pleasure she felt. The things she did. Who she did it for. Shaking her head, she tried to push the memories out of her mind. Buttoning up her shirt, she tried to convince herself that it was a one-time thing, that he probably did this sort of thing all the time. Of course, she was just another notch on the proverbial bedpost. They'd never see each other again after today. With a bit of sadness in her heart, fully dressed and with her shoes in hand, she opened the bedroom door to find Sean standing in the kitchen.
There he stood, in front of the stove, making breakfast for the both of them. After he noticed her, he smiled and said, "Hello, hope you slept well."
With politeness mixed with a bit of confusion, she replied, "Yeah, I feel good."
Filling the pause, he asked, "Do you prefer coffee in the morning or juice?" All the while gesturing to a chair with a bunch of different foods in front of it.
"Coffee... with a bit of milk."
Sean poured her a cup, placing it in front of her before going back to the skillet with a pancake being cooked. Chloe decided to at least get something for her stomach, so she grabbed some bacon and a bit of fruit to nibble on. After finishing the current pancake, Sean turned off the stove and picked up the plate of finished pancakes.
Placing the plate between them, he asked, "So. Would you like to be mine again?"
She sputtered on some coffee while he laughed lightheartedly at her reaction.
But soon he continued, "Take a second. You shouldn't be that surprised."
"I mean... last night was... it was... I don't know what it was. It wasn't like anything I've ever done or experienced before in my life."
"Ahhh... I'm sorry. I thought you had at least dabbled a bit before... I mean, especially with how good you were."
Stupefied, Chloe replied, "I... I was good?"
"Oh, yes. You kept character, you followed the rules to the letter, and you obviously enjoyed yourself."
"It was... it was amazing. I mean, I've never done anything like it before, but... the things you had me do, the things that I found myself happy to do for you..." Her face went scarlet, just thinking of the night before made her mind go all tingly, "I've never... I would have never... Why'd I do it?"
With sympathy coursing through every word, Sean told her, "It's okay. Slow down. You did it because it was fun and sexy. You did it for the pleasure you got from it. Do you need any other reason?"
"I guess not."
"So once more... would you like to be mine again?"
Everything in the apartment went still as she thought, as she decided what her life would be like for the foreseeable future.
"I'd like that."
"Great! Then there are some things that you need to know." Sean took a big sip of orange juice before continuing. "I don't want or need a full-time slave."
Chloe became noticeably surprised and thrown off, "What do you mean? A full-time what?"
"Right... if you haven't done this before, then you probably wouldn't know." He took a big breath and continued. "I don't want someone to do what you did for me last night while you had the collar on, all the time. I don't want someone who expects our lives to revolve around sex. That's not to say that we can't have a lot of sex or have long periods of time when you'll have the collar on. But I want a relationship with you beyond that. I want to go out to eat with you, have conversations about our hobbies, and watch a movie together on the weekend."
Chloe smiled before saying, "Sounds like you've thought about this a lot."
"I have... and I've also been with someone who only wanted to be my slave."
"Wait... seriously!?"
"Yup, it was fun at first. But eventually, our entire lives revolved around sex. We couldn't go out without her making it a way to punish her sexually. We couldn't spend time alone in the apartment without her wanting to 'serve' me."
"Oh..."
"Yeah... it was too much. I couldn't do it."
"So last night wasn't a one-time thing?"
Sean chuckled before replying, "Not unless you want it to be that way. I would love nothing more than to train you some more."
Her heart began to race as she realized what she was agreeing to. She could feel that way again. And he wanted to be with her? Yes... yes, she could.
Over the next month, they met up on the weekends for dates. For the first few times, he demanded that nothing sexual happen. Sean explained that he wanted to make sure that they had other things in common beyond the sexual. After a while, she asked to spend the night. He was happy to oblige. So they were in his living room when she asked to use the master bathroom. Again, he agreed.
That night, she walked into the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. Chloe knew what she wanted; she'd been thinking about it for weeks now. She knew what she wanted, but she also didn't want to admit it to herself before now. Slowly, Chloe took off her clothes, piling them neatly on the counter before giving herself another good look in the mirror. Her whole body was presented before her. She felt sexy. She felt powerful. She hoped that he saw her the same way.
Chloe walked out of the bathroom, trying to remember which drawer the collar was in. She needed to find it if she was going to properly offer herself to him. Wait... the collar was sitting on the end of the bed. She knew that it wasn't there before she went into the bathroom.
He knew. He knew what she wanted to do and was trying to make it easier for her, while also letting her know that he was still in charge. Chloe picked up the collar, felt the leather beneath her fingers, and walked into the living room. If asked, she most likely wouldn't have been able to tell you what she was expecting to see when she exited the bedroom. But him waiting for her definitely wasn't on the list. He sat in a chair, looking at her, waiting for her to come out. Waiting for her to give herself over to him.
She could feel her juices start to flow. Just seeing him like this was enough to make her ready. Confidently, she strode up to him. Last time this happened, she wasn't comfortable being so exposed, but that was before he had owned her, before he was able to do whatever he wished to her body, before she would have let him. Now she didn't care; there was nothing to hide, nothing he didn't already know. Standing before him with the collar in hand, ready for what would come next, she held the collar out gingerly with both hands towards him while he sat in the chair.
Then she asked him the question that she had been practicing at work or under her breath for weeks, "Will you make me yours again?"
Sean's smile never wavered. Instead, he tilted his head and told her to, "Get on your knees and ask again."
Chloe took in a sharp breath; she had forgotten a little of what it meant to be ordered, of what it was like to receive an order that you must follow. Not out of some fear of retribution, nor out of a sense of obligation, but out of respect and the need to obey. She slowly got on her knees in front of him, making sure to hold the collar out with both hands, and while looking up into his eyes, she asked again.
"Master, will you make me yours again?"
Gently, he picked up the collar. She felt its weight disappear as he told her, "Yes."
She didn't know when it was that he stood up from his chair, but he was now behind her. Chloe could feel his presence behind her as he got down on one knee. Then it was lowered around her, the collar settling on her shoulders. Then it began to tighten. Her body started to melt as the collar got closer and closer to her neck. Her body remembered. Her body temperature started to rise as the wetness between her legs increased with anticipation. As the collar was finally clasped, she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Softly biting her lower lip to keep from moaning, she looked up and behind to see him standing again. Looking. Looking at her. At her reaction.
His ever-present smile was unwavering as he ordered her to, "Stand up and follow me."
Walking behind him, she followed to the walk-in closet. After opening the door, he stood to the side and gestured for her to enter. Slowly, Chloe walked in, revisiting the past, remembering the moments of pleasure like a wave crashing over her body. Standing before the bench, she remembered her hands being held down as she was racked with pleasure. Her gaze moved over to the mirror with the cushions and three rings. The dildo was still attached to the ground. In fact, it seemed like nothing had been moved since last time, except that the dildo she was meant to suck was missing. But everything else was there, like it was a museum of their first time together.
Sean spoke up behind her, bringing her back to the present by informing her, "I tightened everything up after our first time, so it won't move. That way it'll be ready whenever you are."
Chloe looked back at him, into his eyes. She could see the love and care that he had for her. She could see that doing all of that was for them, for her.
"All this... it was done for me?"
"Now, this is set up for you, and you alone."
Her heart leaped with joy. She wanted to tell him, but she didn't know how to let him know just how much this meant to her. How could she explain all the things that even she didn't fully grasp? She walked back to him, stood in front of him, and proceeded to get back on her knees. Looking up again into his waiting eyes.
"Thank you, Master."
From that alone, he knew. It told him all the things she wished to say. All the things she couldn't find words for. And for a moment, they were one, and they both knew it. Sean broke them both free by walking past her towards the mirror. He stopped and turned.
"Come here." As she started to stand, he corrected her, "I didn't tell you to stand up."
Chloe immediately understood that he wanted her to crawl, to be on all fours- and not just towards him, but for him. Sean had gone back to being her Master in all things. So, that's what she did. She crawled on all fours, feeling the hardwood floors on her knees with each step. Keeping eye contact the entire way, not in defiance, but to show that she understood. She stopped in front of him, waiting for his next command.
The next thing Sean did was point to the dildo suctioned to the ground and order, "Get that wet and ready to be inside you."
Chloe's eyes shifted from him to the dildo. Knowing what she had to do, she crawled over to it and lowered her front half to the floor. As her front went down, she realized how exposed her bottom half was in the air. She loved it. Chloe decided to keep her ass in the air as much as possible, to gently wiggle it back and forth, to get him hard, to make him want her more. But even still, she needed to follow his orders, so she started by licking the sides of the dildo. Eventually, she moved on to taking it into her mouth and slowly going down farther and farther until the entire thing was able to easily slip in and out.
As this was going on, she could hear him moving around behind her and opening a drawer. When he started to put her ankle cuffs on, she realized what he had been doing. Chloe wanted to stop, to see the cuffs being put on her, to see the things that would make her obey.
"Don't stop."
That snapped her back to the task at hand. So she continued to suck and lick the dildo while all four cuffs were put onto her. Mostly, Chloe was trying to go down on the dildo as much as possible. To do her best in front of her Master, to show him her willingness.
She felt a hand on the small of her back before he said, "You're doing well, but make sure it's nice and wet. It needs to be wet if it's going to be inside of you."
As Sean talked, he moved his hand down over her butt and towards her vagina where he started to play. His fingers moved through her lips, testing her wetness. This sent pleasure up through her body causing her to moan into the dildo still in her mouth. His fingers kept playing, moving around to spread her juices. Being made to deal with the indignity of being on display like this for him, to be toyed with like this, just seemed to make her wetter. Finally, he told her to stop, but her mind was spinning from pleasure. She lifted her mouth off the dildo and let herself fall to the ground beside it, then twisted her head to the side to see him.
Inspecting the now drenched toy, he told her, "You did a good job, my pet. Now get into place. You need to be locked in."
"Yes, Master."
Even she could hear the exhaustion in her voice, but an order was an order. So she forced herself off the ground, onto all fours, and towards the cushions. As she got onto the soft pads for her legs, she remembered that she was going to be locked in place, so she looked to her ankles to try and move the cuffs closer to the rings. She wanted to make things easier for her Master, to make him push her boundaries faster, to make him use her body for his own pleasure. To make him proud of her.
Chloe was brought back to the present by him clipping her into place.
"Now lower yourself until you feel the tip."
So she did, gradually bringing her hips lower until she felt a gentle push on her left butt cheek. Sean held the tip still so she could adjust herself and line everything up.
"Down."
So down she went, shuddering as it entered her. Further and further it went into her until she felt the ground beneath her. Opening her eyes, she looked to the side to see Sean, smiling at her. Seeing him like that made her heart flutter; she knew that what she had done had made him happy.
