I perch on the edge of my bed, my fingers trembling ever so lightly against my neck. Closing my eyes, I imagine the thick black leather of a collar, my fingers tracing its edges, the cold metal of the buckle pressing into my skin like a phantom reminder of what could be. I let out a shaky breath and slowly ran my fingers downwards, towards my chest, wanting just a few moments of playtime for myself, to pretend that I am not alone in my room.
The fantasy is broken by a knock at the door, echoing through the otherwise silent house. I sit up straight, my heart racing as I slowly rise from the bed. The wetness lingering between my legs.
I open the front door with a smile and he enters wordlessly heading straight for the bedroom.
I trail behind him and sit down on the bed obediently. I can't help from bouncing with excitement. In his hand is a small red box, neatly tied with a cream colored bow.
Earlier in the day, he told me he would be bringing by a surprise, so when he presented me with the box. I gasp when I open it.
"Shall we?" He says with a cocked eyebrow and a coy smile.
I bite my bottom lip eagerly awaiting what comes next. He gently takes the collar from the red box, and slowly fastens it around my neck. My heart races as I feel the cool metal buckle against my skin making my nipples harden. I look up into his eyes, full of love and admiration. He gives me a nod and a soft smile, silently telling me that he is pleased with me.
I brush my fingertips against the diamond at its center, marveling at its beauty. It's so dazzlingly clear that I can almost see the reflections of his eyes in it. He reaches over and strokes my hair tenderly, making sure to emphasize each one of its strands before leaning in for a kiss.
"You shouldn't have," I say, blushing at the thought of what it had cost him. He smiles and presses his lips to my forehead, and I lean into him, feeling a warmth spreading throughout my body as our hearts beat in harmony.
"It was nothing," he murmurs. His fingers gently caress the diamond held within the collar which sparkles brightly in the light of the room. He gathers my hair into a ponytail and whispers into my ear, "You are all mine now."
I bite down on my lower lip and do my best to get my breathe under control. I look up into his eyes, hoping he can see the desire I feel coursing through my veins right now. His hand moves from the back of my neck up to cup my face, and our lips move together in a passionate kiss that takes my breath away.
He takes a couple of steps back and takes me in. His eyes fill with longing.
"Come," he says curtly. I follow his command.
He quickly unbuttons my blouse exposing my voluptuous breasts. He takes them in his hands and adjusts his hands so only the tips of his fingers are caressing my nipples. He gives them a tight squeeze before releasing them making me squeal in delight.
My new role as a submissive and I've already screwed it up. I know I'm not supposed to make a sound, but it felt so good.
He shakes his head and lets out a, "Tsk.Tsk.Tsk. You naughty girl. I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you."
He holds my hands behind my back, rips my blouse off and and slides my short skirt down to the ground revealing a lacy black thong. He yanks it to the side and gives my clit a quick flick and swipes my cunt with the palm of his hand. I wriggle with anticipation.
"Good girl, but I want more of that," he says licking my wetness,