Michelle's...collaring story

A Collaring Story

She sat perched on the window sill, gazing out into the starry night. Her long thick hair draped over one shoulder as she leisurely ran her fingers through it. The air in the small room in which she sat was cool, making her nipples harden against the thin fabric of her navy blue robe.
She knew why she was there. This was the night she had waited for, worked for, sacrificed for for a very long time. There was no place she would have preferred to be than here, waiting. The anticipation was almost too much for her, she was crawling out of her skin, though she would never show it.
Turning her head back to the room, she wrapped her arms around her knees and rested her head against them. Her eyes roamed the small dimly lit room taking it all in, making sure that everything was in its place as she was told to do.
A bed with its plush coverings turned down was against one wall with a small end table on its left side. On the table she had placed a single red candle, which let off a soft yellow glow and a small wooden oblong box with her name engraved on the top. Not far from the bed on the other wall, she had pulled out one of the chairs from under the small seating table so it faced the middle of the room. In front of the chair, there was a small pink cushion. On the table she had several more of the little red candles and short flat box.
She wondered about that box and what it might contain. It had been sealed shut so that it would be obvious if it had been opened. Her fingers itched to open it, but she knew better than to do that. She would just have to be patient and wait.
The sound of the door opening and then closing softly drew her away from her thoughts. Looking up, she saw a man coming into the room and walking towards her.
He was a tall man with broad shoulders and gentle green eyes. His shoulder-length hair was smoothed back behind his ears and secured. She shuddered involuntarily as she thought about those arms of his around her and his hands upon her body.
“Do you not greet me, little one?” he asked softly, as his large hand came out to touch her cheek gently, just barely touching her soft skin.
Her breath caught in her throat for a moment, before she could whisper, “Forgive me, Sir. I was lost in my own thoughts.”
He looked thoughtful for a moment, still lightly stroking her cheek. “Tell me of your thoughts.”
She smiled softly. “I was wondering what you have planned for us tonight.” She paused for a moment, looking up into his eyes. “And what would possibly in that box on the table.”
He chuckled to himself, a soft rumbling sound coming from deep in his chest. Tipping her head back, he lightly brushed her lips with his own. Her lips parted slightly under his as he breathed in her breathe.
From the simple touch, her whole body tingled; craving, wanting more. He pulled away from her and strode over to the chair by the small dining table. Her eyes followed him the entire way and as he lounged back in the chair.
There was something about his presence that just set her on fire. She yearned to please him, to make him happier because her own happiness was derived from his. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for him.
He silently indicated for her to come closer. Sliding off the windowsill, she softly tread over the soft carpet until she stood before him. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks when she saw his gaze drift down to her nipples, which were straining against her robe.
He licked his lips. “Undress for me,” he commanded softly. “And be sexy.”
Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly as she took hold of the belt on her. Her nerves were awake with sensation and she didn’t know why. It wasn’t like this was the first time he was going to see her naked or had ordered her to undress. There was something in his eyes that night, which she could not quite figure it out.
The second she closed her eyes, she heard him say roughly, “Keep your eyes open.”
Snapping her eyes open, she looked deeply into his as she lightly trailed her hands down her body. Taking the belt into her hand again, she untied the knot and forcibly pulled it out from it loops. Her robe fell open slightly, giving him a perfect view of her flat stomach and the top of her bare sex. Leaning forward she hooked the belt around his neck, her breasts dangerously close to his face. But she backed off, sliding her hand under the robe she slide it off her shoulders, until she was completely naked before his eyes.
A distinctly aroused groan came from him, causing her to smile softly to herself.
“Come closer and turn around, baby.”
With her head lowered she moved closer to him and obeyed. He lightly trailed her fingertips over the bare skin of her side before taking her hand in his and bringing them behind her back. Pulling the robe belt from around his neck, he wrapped it around her wrists, binding them together.
She tried to pull on her bounds, seeing how well he had tied her. There was no way she was going to get lose, and that idea alone aroused her more.
She didn’t have much time to think as he turned her around with his hands on her hips and with a slight pressure urged her down to her knees. The cushion was soft under her knees as she spread them slightly, just the way he liked them. The hairs on her arms stood on end, as she felt the cool air of the room caress her heated flesh.
He leaned forward in his chair, and gently cupped her cheeks in his big hands. The desire she saw in his eyes fluttered in her chest as he brushed his lips over the tip of her nose, teasing her. Pulling back from her, he rested his forearms against his thighs.
“My dear, there is something I want to talk to you about tonight,” he began softly. “I want you to be completely open and honest with me. Is that understood?”
“Yes Sir,” she whispered, never taking her eyes from his.
In a very straight-forward tone he asked, “Are you happy with me?”
Was he really asking her this? She almost couldn’t believe it.
“Of course Sir. I have never been this happy.”
His lips twitched slightly as he reached out and briefly caressed her cheek with a single finger tip.
“Have I been good to you?”
“Better than I deserve.”
“You deserve so much more, little one. You mean the world to me and I love being able to sit here with you naked and willing at my feet.”
“And I love being here Sir. There is no other place I would rather be.” She spoke honestly and from her heart. There was not a word there that wasn’t true.
“I know, my dear. That is why I want to make you mine permanently.”
She gasped in surprise and struggled with her bonds, wanting to throw herself into his arms.
As tears welled into her eyes, he rose from his seat and moved behind her. She was most surprised when he untied her wrists, slid his arms around her body and retied her wrists in front of her body.
With her heart pounding in her chest, she watched him settle back into his chair. He took her bound hands into his own, holding them warm and comfortable.
Looking deeply into her eyes as if he could see into her very soul, he spoke in a calm but strong tone. “I love you so much. Your sweet submission means so much to me and I yearn for the time we can spend together. I want to have you at my feet and by my side always. You are my dear friend, my lover, and now I want you to be my slave. Will you wear my collar?”
Her mouth went dry. She couldn’t believe he had just asked her that. It was the one thing she had been waiting for for a long time. Now it was here and she didn’t know what to say.
Her eyes wide, she slowly nodded her head.
“Say the words, love,” he gently urged her.
“I would be honored to wear your collar, Sir,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Then with a confidence she didn’t know she had, she continued to speak words that seemed to come out of thin air. “I love you with my whole heart. I give myself to you freely and without inhibition to guide me and dominate me. You are my friend, my lover and now you are going to be more.”
Their eyes were still focused on each other, both with tears. Taking one of his hands from hers, he reached to the box on the table. He deftly broke the seal and opened the box. She craned her neck to see if she could catch a glimpse of what was inside, but to no avail. He set her hands back down on her lap for a moment.
Reaching into the box, he presented her with the most beautiful collar she had ever seen. It was made of smooth black leather lined with royal blue suede. He opened the small buckle of the back of the collar, and leaning forward slipped it around her neck.
A jolt went through her body as she felt this symbol of his ownership and his love close around her neck. With shaking hands, she raised her bound wrists and lightly ran her fingertips of the butter-smoothness of the leather and trace around the d-ring on the front.
He patted his thigh, inviting her to him. Without a second thought, she rose to her feet and seated herself on his lap, snuggling into his chest. He wound one of his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and his other hand cupped the back of her head. His heat radiated through the thin fabric of his shirt warming her body.
She tilted her head back, exposing the collar around her neck as he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her soft and deeply. She was lost in the feeling of his lips, the passion and yearning behind his kisses.
“My slave,” he whispered against her lips.
Then the one name she had craved to call him for a very long time, slipped from her lips, “Master.”