Author's Note - This story is filed in Novels but is heavily BDSM in nature so feel free to skip over it if that's not your thing!
Thanks everyone for continuing to read and support this story! For those just jumping in here, I recommend starting at chapter 1 to fully understand the characters and background.
Thanks also to ftw752 for continuing to give me help with editing!
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We ate quickly. I was starving and Justin's cooking didn't disappoint. He seemed to be eating quickly as well, and I assumed he was excited for the post dinner activities he had planned.
I stood and started cleaning up our dishes, bending over more than necessary to pick up his plate and to put the dishes in the dishwasher. Justin had chosen stockings and garters with very crotchless underwear and a shelf bra that gave me support without impeding his view of my hard nipples. It also clasped in the front, pushing my boobs together to create more cleavage.
He sat back, watching me work and eyeing my body hungrily. When I had finished putting the leftovers in the fridge, spending a moment too long standing in front of the cold air, I turned to find he was suddenly standing right behind me. He was physically bigger than me, though not a lot, and when he stood so close I felt small and overpowered. His presence alone still made me want to kneel at his feet.
He reached behind my neck, rendering me breathless for a moment as he undid my collar from Pat. He set it on the counter carefully, and showed me a different leather training collar with a padlock and very solid looking O-ring in front.
"I know I discussed only using the collars from your Master, but tonight I would like to increase your feeling of helplessness by using a collar you can't remove yourself. If you would prefer to use your usual training collar, I can accept that, and we can discuss this collar after."
I shook my head. "No Master. I don't prefer the other collar, even though my Master picked it. You are my Master right now, and your reasons for wanting me to wear the locking collar make me want to wear it even more. Please."
I lifted my hair for him and stretched my neck, giving him access. Once I was collared, he clipped a leash to the ring and began to lead me from the room. I followed behind him, and soon found myself at a locked door.
"This is my training room. Inside I expect perfect obedience and I won't hesitate to punish you if you question me or talk back. You may always safeword if needed. Do we understand each other?"
"Yes, Master Justin, I understand."
"Good. Then come inside."
I stepped into darkness and Master Justin followed behind. He was standing close, and I could feel his heat against my back as he flipped a switch on the wall. A fireplace kicked in on one side of the room, and I shivered as I realized I was a little chilled at the moment. Sconces came to life around the space, lighting the room dimly.
It wasn't a huge room but it was big enough. The walls, floors, and ceilings were all black, trapping the little bit of light and keeping the space dark and mysterious. Light from the fire and the sconces glinted off several pieces of equipment that I would have expected in a dungeon, as well as rows of implements hanging neatly on one wall, and various ropes and restraints hanging on another. Below the hanging implements and ropes were a series of dressers and chests, and I figured this was where he kept all of his toys. My body shivered again as I looked around the room and imagined what would take place in here.
After allowing me to look around, he lead me to the end of the room, and stopped me a few feet from the far wall.
"Don't move."
I stayed exactly where he left me, refusing to even turn my head as I made myself follow his instructions without question.
He returned a moment later, placing locking cuffs on my wrists and ankles. He pulled a couple hooks down from the ceiling and attached them to my wrist cuffs, pulling the other side of the rope to stretch my arms up and out towards the corners.
Once he was happy, he knelt in front of me and placed first one foot and then the other, wider than shoulder width, attaching the ankle cuffs to O-rings in the floor.
He stood and ran a single finger across my collar bone and around my back, leaving a trail of desire flaming in its path. He stayed behind me, and I felt him braiding my hair. When he reached the bottom of the braid I could feel a strap hanging from the bottom.
His hand trailed along my skin making me gasp and moan, until he stopped with his hand around my throat and his mouth at my ear. I could feel him breathing on my neck as he reached the front of my bra and unclasped it, allowing my tits to spring completely free. He reached down and tugged the crotchless underwear and garter down, leaving them stretched just above my knees. Somehow having the clothing still there but pulled out of his way was a huge turn on.
"Are you ready for your final restraint? It's my favorite part."
I exhaled, wondering how else he could possibly restrain me.
"Yes Master." I tried to sound strong, but my voice came out breathy and needy.
He said nothing, but a moment later I felt something cool pressing at my ass. As he pushed it inside it felt like a metal ball on the end of a curved metal bar.
He pulled it slowly upwards and further into my ass until I was dancing on the balls of my feet, hoping to get away from the discomfort. I felt the end of my braid pulling, and suddenly he stepped around me and back, surveying his work. My braid was pulled tight, keeping my head in position, and whatever was up my ass was pulling me upward and making me squirm. But it was unforgiving, and moving made it more uncomfortable, so I did my best to hold my position still.
