I kiss her lips.“You like it when I restrain you, don’t you, Kels?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I grab my bag.“Let’s go, baby.”
She follows me.The strip of satin tied in a bow around her wrists only gives the illusion of restraint.It’s just enough to help her feel vulnerable and prepare her mind as she submits to me.
She’s silent behind me as I guide her down the stairs and into the second-floor reception.
Marny nods toward us, saying nothing.
Kelsey is breathing heavily as we enter the main floor.It’s busy tonight, but I have reserved a station, and I continue until I reach it.
When I stop, Kelsey hesitates.Her gaze is on the large, padded leather circle in front of us.She’s seen it before, but I didn’t tell her we were going to use this apparatus before we arrived tonight.
I point toward the mat.“On your knees, baby,” I say softly.
She readily obeys, lowering gracefully and sitting back on her feet even though her hands are tied loosely in front of her.God, she’s perfect.
After adjusting the wheel and ensuring it’s secure, I pull out the items we have already discussed for tonight.I’ll be using a small leather paddle followed by a cane.This will be new for Kelsey.I won’t strike her hard, nor will I give her more than she can handle.
I take out the white leather collar I bought for her next and come toward her.“Rise onto your knees, Kelsey.”
She does as she’s told, tipping her head back to look at me because she knows I prefer eye contact.
“Good girl.”I untie her hands and remove the robe, leaving her in the tiny scraps of lace.The white lingerie’s only purpose is to make her look even sexier.
I squat in front of her and hold the collar up to her nose.“Inhale the leather, baby.”
She draws in a deep breath, trembling.
Smoothing a hand down her cheek, I kiss her gently.“I want you to lift your arms and hold your hair up for me, Kels.”
There are no words to describe how full I feel, having this artfully placed woman kneeling for me, wearing what I instructed, allowing me to collar her elegant neck for the evening.Her breasts lift with her arms raised, and I take the time to admire her.I’m sure dozens of other people are watching also.
We’ve discussed this.I warned her I would want to collar her tonight.I explained the significance so she would understand that in the BDSM community, collaring is seen as being similar to marriage.I want this because I want everyone in this club to know I’ve claimed this woman.
I trail a finger around her neck, loving the shiver and whimper she emits.
I lean closer, tuck a finger under her chin, and speak softly.No one needs to hear everything I’m going to say to her.“You’re gorgeous.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Sir.”
“When you wear this collar, its weight will remind you who you belong to.It will help you settle into the headspace I demand.”I lift her chin farther.“It’s an important symbol to me, Kelsey,” I remind her.
“Yes, Sir.”She licks her lips.
I circle her neck with the white leather and fasten it.It’s not huge, but it’s heavy enough to serve as a constant reminder.
“Good girl.I’ve lowered the wheel.I want you to crawl over and climb onto it.Lie on your tummy.Extend your arms and legs out in a wide X so I can secure you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I stand and give her bottom a tap as she crawls forward.Fuck me.I never dreamed of having someone this precious in my life.Every single thing about Kelsey is stunning.She’s very graceful as she crawls onto the secured wheel and spreads out as I’ve instructed.
