The Waiting Game
What followed was, perhaps, the longest month of my entire life up 'til then.
While it was true this was not the first time since I'd encountered Miss Vera that I found myself denied her presence, this was different.
For one thing, we'd only had one interaction prior to that first period of sustained denial, and though that event had certainly included a rather seductive meeting as well as an expensive shopping spree, my addiction to her, such as it was, had truly only been in its infancy.
Now it was in full effect, and I could hardly stand being away from her.
After being in her presence, in her home, the fact that I had been sent away with no definitive knowledge of when, or rather if, I would be able to return, was maddening.
Oddly enough, the reasons for my abrupt dismissal had also been preceded by a shopping trip, although this most recent one had not gone nearly as smoothly as that first one. I'd made a rather crucial mistake, one which Miss Vera had rightly decided I needed to be punished for.
And what a punishment she had settled upon.
The entire drive back from her estate, my eyes were continually drawn to the sight of the collar she'd made for me- and which she had locked around my neck, staring back at me from the rearview mirror. A constant reminder of my misdeeds. And each time I caught even a slight glimpse of the message written across the smooth black leather, my mind filled with worry as to what my life would be like from now on, now that I had no choice but to put Miss Vera's ownership of me on full display.
Once I arrived back home, I barely took a moment to settle in before sending her by far the largest tribute yet, both to show her just how sorry I truly was and because it was the proper thing to do. Only when it had gone through did I dare even take off my coat.
Next, I made my way into the bathroom of my flat and stared at the collar around my neck in the mirror, the words reflecting even in the dim light. No matter how one chose to look at it, the leather and the message it carried could not be denied. Not that I'd ever try- I knew in my heart that every word of it was true, and soon others would as well.
Come morning, I'd be back at work, back in the 'real' world as it were- the one in which Miss Vera's presence was restricted to my computer screen as well as my mind, and now neck. A world in which I would have no choice but to deal with the repercussions of my actions.
Along with any questions pertaining to the collar I now wore.
But that could wait, at least a little while.
In a somewhat vain attempt to get my mind off such things, as well as the memories of what had brought them about, I quickly stripped off my clothing, took a seat by my computer, and logged onto one of Miss Vera's sites. And the moment the familiar image of her beautiful visage filled my screen, my cock began to grow and, without a second thought, I began to edge myself for my Goddess once more.
Slowly at first, even though I wanted nothing more than to go wild. I knew that I was forbidden to cum no matter how badly I wished I could- and after time spent at Miss Vera's estate, I ached for release. Until she gave the word, all I was allowed to do was edge, nothing more.
And so I did, over and over as minutes turned to hours, pictures and videos stared at and watched until I knew I was close to exploding, then stopping before starting the whole twisted dance again. All the while, my mind raced with the memories, both good and bad, of the previous few days.
The things I'd experienced, the things I'd done and had done to me. And of course, Miss Vera herself. I wanted- no, needed, to see her again, just as much as I needed to breathe air and drink water. Yet to do that, I needed to prove myself.
And proving myself meant dealing with the consequences.
Shutting off my computer, I gazed at the reflection of my collar on the screen, sighed, and went to bed, where my dreams were once more filled only with thoughts of my leather Goddess.
When morning arrived, I made sure to edge myself a little, then carefully slipped on my suit and prepared for work. The collar was only partially covered up by my attire, and I could only hope that would be enough to dissuade any curious eyes from inquiring as to what it was and why I was wearing it.
Then I went about my day as best I could given the circumstances, which, oddly enough, wasn't as difficult as it had seemed.
For one thing, once I got to work, most of my time was spent alone in my office dealing with paperwork, which meant few if any would be around to potentially notice the new addition to my person. Even those I did encounter didn't seem to notice or care, more focused on their own lives and workloads than whatever their co-worker was wearing around his neck.
However, if I thought that this meant things would be easy for me, I was quite wrong. For while the office did not provide me with any questioning looks nor seem to have any inquiring minds about, the rest of the world proved to be not nearly as accommodating.
The first time I crossed paths with someone who did notice was that very same day.
I'd needed to stop by the local grocers to pick up some food for the week ahead, and within moments of wandering the aisles, someone spotted the black leather peaking out from beneath my work clothes. And while they- a rather fetching young woman likely doing some shopping of her own, didn't say a single word, her eyes spoke volumes.
They widened as if the significance of the sight was slowly coming to them, and I noted they were stifling a laugh at my expense, clearly understanding just what it was around my neck and why I was wearing it, even without being able to read the message emblazoned across it.
My face went red and I turned away, quickly heading down the aisle and into the next one, but the suppressed giggles I left behind remained with me, especially once I realized what I had to do. After all, Miss Vera had requested photographic evidence that I was indeed showing the collar off, and this was certainly proof I was.
With a sigh, I pulled my phone from my pocket and snapped a photo of myself standing there in the middle of the grocers, making sure the collar as well as its message could be seen. Then I sent it to Miss Vera and returned to my shopping, the embarrassment of my brief encounter with my fellow shopper lingering until I finished up and went home.
But that young woman was only the first of many.
As I went along with my days, more and more people seemed to catch wind of the collar. No matter where I went, at least one person would eventually notice, no matter how hard I tried to keep it out of sight without outright covering it up. Such an action would be akin to cheating, and although Miss Vera would never truly know if I decided to, say, sport a scarf, I would, and the knowledge that I had betrayed her in such a way would eat at me forever.
Most of the ones who noticed were women, usually young but more than a few older ones. Some men did as well, but what was strange to me was that while many of the former seemed to both understand as well as get a right kick out of the situation I was obviously in, it was the reactions of the latter which surprised me.
