Natalie’s fingers reached for the collar. She grasped the leather and pulled. It didn’t give. She had a look of horror on her face as the reality of what her friend had just done to her sunk in.
“Mmmmmm. It does look lovely. A collar that any good submissive would be proud to wear.” Jo-Anne had a smirk on her face. “Natalie, stop grousing and listen to me. Put your fingers down your panties and tell me you are not dripping wet right now. The click of that lock made you wet yourself. The question is: What is that liquid signifying – excitement or fear – or maybe both?”
“It doesn’t matter about my fingers or my panties. I did not want it on. You had no right to…”
“Put your fingers down and do as you are told,” Jo-Anne said more forcefully.
Natalie had stopped mid-sentence and still with a panicked look on her face, obediently slipped her fingers down, quickly withdrawing them. They glistened in the dim lighting of the bar before she quickly wiped them on a napkin.
“That takes one decision away from you. Now, you simply need to work out whether you enter Sir James’ apartment like that. Only you can work that one out. Remember, the collar is only a symbol and it can be removed, only not easily by you.”
Natalie was calming down a little as the reality soaked in. She loved the feel of the collar and now that the decision to wear it had been taken out of her hands, she started to think through what would happen when she got to his place.
“You will thank me one day,” Jo-Anne stated. “At least I hope you will,” she added almost as an afterthought. She chuckled.
Natalie took a gulp of her wine, sitting there in silence. Eventually, Jo-Anne watched as Natalie’s fingers began feeling the collar in a more sensual fashion, carefully exploring it, fingering the D-ring and the locking hasp.
“I’ll bet it feels as great as it looks,” Jo-Anne said encouragingly. She finished her wine and said, “Well, I really must love you and leave you. I am doing something special with Marc. Are you sure you don’t want to come to the bathroom with me for a few minutes before we leave?”
“Ooohhhhhh. Please don’t put ideas like that to me when I am in this state. It is not right to take advantage of me like that.”
“I know. I will let you go tonight but you must promise to let me know what happens.”
“Jo-Anne! Thank you. I will let you know,” Natalie said quietly.
She rose from the table with Jo-Anne and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. She noted that Jo tried to kiss her on the lips but Natalie skillfully avoided her.
“Spoil sport!”
They walked outside together, each then going their own way.
Natalie arrived home and immediately went to her bedroom mirror to closely examine her collar before deciding what she would wear to work the following day and then what she would wear to see Sir James. Selecting a top that would not highlight the collar for wear at work, she then set about selecting a top that would do exactly the opposite when she visited Sir James. If I’m going to wear this collar, I am really going to wear it, she said to herself.
When she finally crawled into bed, it took some time for her to get to sleep. She was not used to having anything like this around her neck when she was in bed and her mind kept returning to him. Eventually, she drifted off, stirring occasionally to discover her dreams were also focused on him. It was going to be an interesting evening.
Chapter 9 – The close shave
Awaking in the morning, Natalie realized she had to work out how to keep her collar dry. She had no idea what water would do to the metal parts but she was also cautious about getting the leather wet. She showered very carefully and made sure she examined the collar closely as she dried herself. Surely something like this, that is locked in place, must be relatively resilient.
She had selected a top with a high neck so as to not highlight the collar. When she arrived at her office, the first person she saw was the receptionist, Doreen, who smiled and said, “Natalie, what a beautiful…neck decoration. I’ll bet there is an interesting story behind that.”
Natalie smiled a little self-consciously although she knew that Doreen would not be able to see the lock. She replied, “Thank you. I love it as well. Do you really think it looks nice?”
“Beautiful. I used to have something similar some years ago, and I have been searching for another ever since,” she said, smiling conspiratorially.
Natalie felt herself blushing as she walked towards her office, arriving to find the roses still decorating it. It only served to remind her of the efforts Sir James was undertaking to woo her. The collar was also a constant reminder. In fact, the longer she wore it, the more she loved the feel of it. She was still unsure of the symbolism, but she expected that much of it would become clearer when she was with Sir James this evening.
Finally, work finished for the day and she was heading home to prepare for her next encounter. She didn’t think of her times with Sir James as dates in the traditional sense of the word. They really were encounters where a game of strategy was being played out, and she had no idea of whether she would be the winner or loser. She had no idea of what winning and losing would even be in this complex power play. All she was sure of was that she had never felt like this in her life, and she wanted more of what Sir James was doing to her. She also prayed that whatever it was that Sir James had in mind for her in the future was going to be just as great.
As she prepared herself that evening, she conducted her usual self inspection and in looking at her pubic area, she was dismayed to see a degree of stubble that she would normally rid herself of. Because of the instructions she had been given earlier, she was not sure what to do. She had already disobeyed him in a pique of insolence, which she knew he would discover. Did she want to make it worse by shaving, or would she actually make it worse by not shaving?
Why the hell was she even having this discussion with herself, she thought? She actually knew why she was having it, and she knew that it was because he was inside her head and he was fucking with her. She desperately wanted to acquiesce to his demands, but at the same time she wanted to maintain her independence. She also wondered what action he would take if she disobeyed him. Oh God! What if he spanks her or canes her as a punishment? As she thought it through a bit further she thought, Oh shit! What if he doesn’t spank or cane her?
Finally, deciding to go as she was, stubble and all, she donned a pair of white satin and lace panties before stepping into a white leather skirt that came down just above her knees. She then put on a white tube top that just covered her shapely breasts. She was specifically aiming for the white virginal look, and at the same time she knew this would give her the maximum contrast with the black collar. She tied her hair back in a high ponytail to keep her whole chest and neck area as clear of hair as she could before stepping into a pair of white open toed pumps with four-inch heels. She gave herself a final check in the mirror and was nervously satisfied with what she saw.
Natalie arrived at Sir James’ building a few minutes before 7pm as instructed. She rang the doorbell right on time and waited. Shortly the door buzzed open and she made her way up to his apartment. She knocked gently, and the door opened immediately. Sir James was standing there in jeans, a black t-shirt and a leather vest hanging around what Natalie thought was a pretty well sculpted body for someone of his age. He looked at her, immediately focusing on her collar. He smiled broadly and said, “Please come in.”
As she entered, he reached around to flick the door closed and in one fluid movement, embraced her. Their faces came together as he kissed her deeply and passionately. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment and hardly even noticed as he drew her arms back behind her and expertly slipped the handcuffs around her wrists. As she realized what was happening, she opened her eyes and made a show of trying to resist but he simply hugged her tighter and continued the kiss. Before long, her eyes closed once again and her body relaxed as she responded to him even more passionately.
Fin
ally, he broke the kiss and whispered in her ear, “Thank you for coming.” Then breaking the embrace he slipped a finger through the D-ring on her collar, and she felt herself being pulled over towards the table in the living room. The forcefulness of what he was doing, combined with the realization of how quickly he had rendered her helpless, sent an immediate thrill through her whole body, and she felt her nipples hardening. He sat on one of the dining chairs, leaving Natalie standing in front of him. She was looking down and he met her gaze.
“Spread your legs for me, Natalie.”
The simple instruction sent a shiver of excitement through her. He was increasing her vulnerability without overtly exposing her flesh. She knew she would be wet if he put his hand in there and as much as she prayed he wouldn’t, in a perverse sort of way she wanted him to see and feel the effect he was having on her.
“I am so glad you decided to wear my collar. It suits you,” he said, smiling.
“I wasn’t… ah… didn’t… I was unsure…I am unsure… Sir.”
“Don’t worry. We will discuss it later.”
“Natalie, when we were leaving the Hyatt the other night, I saw you pouting in the back seat of the taxi just after I had told you not to touch yourself until we met again.”
This time a small shiver of fear, tinged with excitement, ran through her. She did not respond.
“I am going to spank you for that.”
Natalie was waiting for him to take her through to his dungeon. Instead, he stood again and simply grasped the ring in her collar and pulled her around to one side. Then as he sat down he pulled her down with him and then kept her going until she was across his knees. She could do little to protect herself as she was unceremoniously placed, head down with her butt up. With one hand, he grasped her cuffed hands and pushed them further up her back. This had the effect of keeping her head down while at the same time keeping her whole butt area clear. It also put her arms in such a position that it was very difficult for her to move.
With his other hand, he lifted her skirt, exposing her taut butt which was so beautifully wrapped in her satin and lace panties. While she was in a difficult position, she knew that he would not easily be able to remove her panties. Just as she was wondering what he would do, he gently pulled her panties deep into the crack of her butt, exposing her cheeks for his attention.
The first spank shocked her. It was not a light slap or a tap. It was a firm, hard spank, the force of which went right through her pelvic area. Just as her senses were dealing with it, the second spank landed, eliciting a grunt from her, and she started to squirm. Her feet were still on the floor at this stage with her hamstrings stretched taut as she was held firmly in position. He gently rubbed his hand over her cheeks before delivering the next four blows, two to each cheek in quick succession. She could not stop herself from grunting each time his firm hand made contact.
She tried to move only to realize exactly how helpless she was. The next blow landed and one foot flung itself back in a reflex action, the other one following soon after. Another couple of firm spanks and her footing was lost and her full weight was being borne on Sir James’ legs. Her grunts had turned to squeals as her legs splayed in a futile attempt to avoid the blows. She had no idea how many times she had been hit before he paused to gently rub her now rosy cheeks once again. As she squirmed, his hand slipped between her legs, brushing her now wet vulva as her damp panties clung to her labial lips.
It wasn’t long before her squeals dropped away to become moans. He was playing with her just enough but not enough for her to seek the release she needed.
“Have you touched yourself since we parted the other night, Natalie?”
There was no response. He moved his hand back from her vulva.
“Did you touch yourself, Natalie? Tell me the truth,” he said a little more forcefully.
“Oooohhh… Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I fucked myself with a big black dildo… while I was thinking about you… Sir,” she almost spat.
Sir James did not take the bait.
“Natalie! I am going to give you six more spanks, three on each cheek. Will you take them for me?”
“I don’t have much choice,” she replied through gritted teeth.
“You have a safe word. If you use it now, the spanking will stop. If you don’t use it now, you will take all six with no mercy being offered. Now answer the question please.”
His hand went firmly back to her vulva, putting gentle pressure on her labia lips as his hand moved ever so slightly.
“I do not want your mercy,” she replied without conviction, her voice quivering.
She was not expecting the next blow that came without warning.
“One.”
Her body jerked in response. Sir James slipped one of his legs out and wrapped it around her flailing limbs, holding them firmly in place just as the second blow came.
“Two.”
She moaned and tried to move but he was holding her in a scissor like grip with his legs, and his spare hand was still holding her cuffed hands firmly down against her back. The next two blows came in quick succession.
“Three… Four.”
He could sense she was near to her breaking point. Her breathing was coming in great big gasps and she was sobbing. The last two were also delivered in quick succession.
“Five … Six.”
She squealed and his hand went directly to her vulva. Cupping the whole area, his hand rocked back and forth with one finger concentrating between her labia lips near her clitoris. She was still squirming but there was a different level of urgency as moans escaped her lips once again. She was now thrusting back against his hand, drawing every bit of feeling she could from his touch. As her movements became more rhythmic, and her moans more constant, he removed his hand and using his spare hand on her cuffs, slid her off his knee and down onto the floor in a kneeling position.
She had been so close and he had robbed her.
“Oh God! You prick! Don’t do that to me,” she bellowed as she looked up at him through reddened eyes and a tear streaked face.
He held her against his leg. “Shhhhhhhhhhhhh. Don’t say anything my darling. You did so well to take that for me. I am proud of you.”
His words cut through her haze of disappointment and pain and she felt an instant pang of pride. He was praising her. She relaxed against his leg and he reached down, unlocking the cuffs and removing them. She immediately wrapped her arms around his leg and held him tight. The feeling in her butt had gone from burning pain to a hot glow, but she felt proud of her ability to withstand his onslaught and despite what he had just done to her, her only feelings were now of love. At that moment, she would have willingly done anything he asked of her.
They stayed there in silence for what seemed an eternity, Natalie hugging Sir James lost in a whirlwind of complementary and conflicting thoughts. He eventually broke the silence. Running his hand gently over her neck and shoulders before bringing it up to stroke her face, he said, “Come up and sit with me. We have lots to discuss before we think about what else we might get up to in the dungeon.”
Natalie luxuriated in his tender touch, trying to process the difference between the severity of his spanking and the tenderness of his touch afterwards. She was still annoyed and frustrated by him interrupting the build up to the orgasm that, by her calculation, she was about three seconds away from having. On the other hand, she knew that he got off on doing exactly what he did. As a result, she remained in that heightened state of arousal that was not going to go away any time soon. Why does this feel so right, she thought to herself? Releasing his leg, she gingerly rose to sit on the chair. As she did so, she pulled her panties from the crack of her butt and repositioned them in the correct place. She was surprised at the amount of heat that was radiating out from her abused butt. Lowering her skirt, she was about to take her seat when Sir James took her hand.
“Stop.” He rose and reached for a p
illow, placing it on Natalie’s seat. “You may need this.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she said quietly. “And thank you for punishing me.”
She sat, instantly grateful for the pillow as her butt was extremely sensitive. She did not know what to do or say and so she sat there, eyes downcast with her hands in her lap. She was not unhappy or sad, in fact, she was exactly the opposite. She adored simply being in his presence. Dipping the end of his handkerchief in a water glass, he reached over and wiped the tears from her face before crooking his finger under her chin to lift her head.
“Natalie, that was not a punishment. You will get no enjoyment if I ever choose to punish you. It is not something that I usually do.”
“Well, if handcuffing me, holding me over your knee and spanking me until my legs were wildly flailing and I was crying was not punishment, what was it… Sir?”
“Ahhhh, you neglect to mention that you were dripping with arousal as well. What I was doing was just taking some personal pleasure from your company. I was simply dominating you and encouraging you to submit. That it caused you some pain was only a simple by-product. If you accompany me to the dungeon later you will suffer some more, I can assure you. But in watching your responses to date, I think you will enjoy what I do. You will be willing to surrender to me.”
Natalie was shocked to realize that every time he used a word such as dominate, submit or surrender, she experienced a combination of chill and thrill ripple through her.
“Would you like me to remove your collar, Natalie?”
Her eyes widened as she absorbed his words. “I… why… no, Sir. Have I done something wrong?”
“Not at all my dear. In fact you have submitted to my total satisfaction but you indicated on your arrival that you were … unsure.” His chin was resting on his steepled fingers as he looked at her.
“I loved both the roses and the collar, however, the locking mechanism on the collar just seemed so final. I am still trying to understand where we are going. You affect me like no other man ever has and, quite frankly, it scares me. At the same time it excites me more than I have ever been excited in my life. At times I just think you are an arrogant bastard, but I seem to have this inability to resist. I constantly wait to see what you are going to do next. It is obviously no secret to you the physical effect you have on me; sometimes I curse my body for making it so obvious.”
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