Collar

He rolls over onto her."
"I don't think you're submissive at all.."
"That's what I thought," she smiles, relieved.
"You just like it a bit kinky."
"I think you're right."

He kisses down her body, letting his tongue circle her nipple as he makes his way down, drawing delicate circles around her belly button with his finger. He takes each of her fingers in turn into his mouth, sucking them deep until she starts to shiver. They make love, it's not kinky this time, but she doesn't care. It's the first time she has really felt like a woman in a long while and she is just greedy for that sensation. He goes on for hours, giving her the attention she has craved for so long, taking her all in, bringing her sensuality out. At moments, she is tempted to cry.

"I brought it, you know."
"What?" she rouses herself from her reverie. She almost feels drugged by his ministrations.
"The collar. Shall I put it on you?"
She nods, they talked about that, how she'd like to try a collar for the night, a bit of fun, one to tick off the list.

"Kneel." She does as he says and he stands tall in front of her.
"Put your hands behind your back."

She complies, not quite knowing why, but that it must all be part of the game.

He moves behind her and she feels the collar slip around her neck. He has to pull it tight to buckle it, but she's determined not to show him that it's uncomfortable. She doesn't know why she doesn't want to show him, she thinks dreamily.

"There." His voice is suddenly different; harder, firmer. She hardly recognises it.
She feels his hands at the front of her throat and looks down. He has attached a leash.

"Come on, crawl." He leads her around the room. She complies, hardly thinking, just listening to his voice. Finally, he stops and squats to talk to her. She can't look him straight in the eye, she feels herself moving differently, keeping her head slightly bowed. Everything else is gone. There are no worries here about presentations, concerns over relationships or niggles over things which just aren't getting done. There is space in her head and it feels odd, like a dark empty room.

"Stand up," he almost growls.
"Look at yourself in the mirror." He grabs her by the hair and forces her to stare at her reflection."
"Look!"

She stares, face to face with someone who isn't her. The eyes look glassy, the skin smooth and unlined, the expression somehow blank and yet wild at the same time. She takes a small gasp. She looks quite, quite beautiful.