One of the things I remember from my late wife was the fact I always could tell when she was angry. Missy did not have a poker face at all. Once I could see her countenance in a different vein, I knew it would take quick action to remedy it. This was especially true if I was going to enjoy a good night's sleep in my own bed versus the couch.
I provided a bit of back story because my neighbor was the direct opposite. She was exceptionally good at not showing her hand as quickly. There was a moment during our time together that she started to give me slight hints that she was thinking about her collar. She left Missy's collar at the cemetery on her gravestone. I knew it was only a matter of time before she would want one of her own.
When I chose to collar Missy, the process of choosing something that was right with her was a bit less troubling. Because she was also my wife, I had access to all her jewelry, and I knew what she liked. That wasn't the case with my neighbor. I rarely saw her wear anything more than earrings. I was unsure how to surprise her. Luckily, she set me up so I didn't have to.
It was a normal afternoon when I made my way over to her place after an awfully long teleconference. It seemed like my partner was trying to get me to make some decisions on what to do with some new contracts we gained. I put in my two cents before we caught up on personal stuff. I was happy to hear that my partner finally proposed to his long-time girlfriend and already told him I would be ready to go back to the office to cover while he did his honeymoon stuff.
This was the mood I was in when I walked over. I was about to knock on the door out of courtesy when she opened it quickly. She looked up and down at my outfit before she guided me in. I could tell something was off, but there was no clue why. As she turned, her hands were on her beautiful hips and her face had a bit of a frown on it.
"You kept me waiting, Romeo."
Uh oh.
"I didn't mean to. We had a teleconference and..."
"You still kept me waiting. What am I to you?"
"Let's see. You're my beautiful neighbor, my confidante for our different grief related things, my sub..."
"There's the word I was looking for. Do you think that gives you the right to keep me waiting? It's not like I am constantly over here naked waiting for you to fuck me."
"I never said you were supposed to. You are an independent woman. You don't need me..."
"Don't you go patronizing me. Listen, you bastard. I'm not some young trollop you can use as your personal whore whenever your Mr. Happy gets a tingle."
Ouch!
I started to formulate an escape plan before she walked up closer.
"I have a challenge for you, Buster. I bet you can't go the next hour without trying to seduce me. If you win, I will fuck you like crazy. If I win, you take me to get my new collar."
"I'd rather just take you to get your collar if you still want one unless you still feel like I use you for sex."
I caught her pausing for a moment before she put her poker face on.
"No dice. I need to earn it. Missy told me so."
I neglected to mention that my neighbor has dreams about Missy and has learned some things about me because of it. This was one of those times I was regretting it. I was still trying to read her as she stood there waiting for my answer. It was only one hour, and she would get her collar and we could have make-up sex. I figured I had a good chance.
"You're on."
She smiled a bit before she walked over to the couch. She sat down as I tried my best to keep my Mr. Happy down. We started to talk about the weather and the events of the teleconference. She seemed receptive before we started to talk about collar designs. She was thinking about it before she remembered that she had some ideas in her room. As we walked into her room, she bent over so her ass was in the air while she grabbed a catalog. I had to take a breath before she turned.
"Oops," she said.
I looked at her and smiled before she turned towards me. As she edged closer to me, I saw that a few buttons on her top were undone. I was helpless as she walked closer.
"I forgot to button my top all the way. Want to help me, Master?" she asked.
I was about to put my hands up to help when I remembered the wager. I tried to stop myself before she started to undo a few more buttons.
