It'd taken her an hour to shower, change and tidy both her hair and make up, "make me want you" he'd once said and she was as certain as she could be that she'd accomplished just that.
The little black dress she'd decided on was perfect in more ways than one, it was chic, stylish and the fit enhanced her naturally feminine shape making her feel that little bit more sexy. Being black it also worked well with her nylons and just as importantly, in her mind at least, the 5" heels that she'd remembered to pack.
Aware of his keen eye for detail she'd taken extra care when fastening her stocking tops making sure each of the six straps were precisely the same length and perfectly straight. Seams too, twisting and turning in front of a mirror making countless adjustments until they were not only straight but also aligned with the stitching on the backs of her heels.
Earrings, necklace, bracelet, watch, cage, all deliberated over until she was perfectly satisfied.
Text message: Ready x
He glanced at his watch, 4:20pm, finished his drink and made his way slowly but purposefully up to her room.
"Hi, come on in"
He stepped past her, pausing for a moment to survey the room, it's size, layout, decor and furnishings, all clean and tidy with only a clutch bag, hairbrush and the rubber cock (she'd forgotten to hide) on view signifying her occupancy.
In the far corner of the room below the wall mounted TV screen and alongside the generously sized bed he noticed a small two seat sofa, finding it surprisingly comfortable he settled into it and looked back at her, eyeing her up and down just as he'd done earlier when they'd arrived at the photographers.
With one arm resting on the end of the sofa and the other on his lap he raised a finger and beckoned her to come closer.
She responded immediately and began walking slowly towards him, hands on hips, wiggling her perfectly formed bottom as provocatively as she dared and not once breaking eye contact.
"Fabulous!'
"Meet with your approval do I?"
Opening his legs he extended his arms, took hold of her hands and guided her closer and to a standstill.
"Do you need my approval Lucy, is knowing that you've pleased me of any importance to you?"
He was stroking her legs, both hands moving softly across their smooth nylon sheaths from her ankles to her thighs, inside and out, probing and caressing, massaging and soothing.
"Do you Lucy?"
Once more she remained silent, choosing instead to focus her mind on his touch, the hem of her dress being lifted, his fingers sliding beneath her suspender belt straps stretching them slightly.
Her head tilted back uncontrollably and sensing she might be about to stumble he took her hand and gripped it firmly to steady her before standing and continuing with his exploration of her
He knew she was aroused, that her girlie cock was now straining against it's shiny steel enclosure as it grew and began to leak a little.
Both hands now, lifting the rear hem of her dress allowing him a view of that tight petite bottom and it's equally tight black lace covering.
He ran his fingers along the inside of a stocking top, all the while anticipating a sudden movement and getting ready to steady her.
A finger slid inside her panties was met with a sharp intake of breath and moving it to within a millimetre of her sex a tensing of her whole body that she held for a second as if expecting, wanting, needing to be penetrated.
As close as he was she could feel his breath on her neck and his approval of her grow harder.
He kissed her neck, turned her around and took her in his arms.
"I approve"
He held her close and he held her tight, her head against his chest and arms wrapped around him.
He bathed in her scent and admired for as long as he could her first sensuous display of submission and then gently released her.
"Time we ordered something to eat young lady"
He allowed her to choose and when she'd decided he ordered for them both before moving the small table into the centre of the room space and positioning the two chairs one on each side.
He gestured her towards a chair.
"Sit"
While he stood with both hands resting on the back of chair she stepped forward and then sat, just as she'd been instructed to
He joined her, both elbows on the table with his head resting on his interlocked hands.
She appeared nervous which he put down to the sudden distance there was between them both and the somewhat formal atmosphere it created, just as he'd intended it to.
It may have been her room, her hotel and her territory but he'd claimed it as his own in an instant when he'd rearranged the table and chairs.
Their eyes met and locked fast.
She felt relaxed and was looking forward to them eating together shortly.
He was his usual confident self and was looking forward to the exchange of gifts that was about to take place, one of which would be life changing.
Reaching in to the bag he'd placed beneath the table earlier he took out a thin black square gift box with silver embossed lettering.
She looked on inquisitively as he laid it down in the centre of the table before turning it 180 degrees in order that she could read the inscription.
'Lucy Hayward - September 1st 2020'
He said nothing, she leaned forward to get a closer look and then up at him.
"Another present, really?"
"It is only this time we exchange gifts Lucy, this is mine to you, open it"
"But I didn't know we'd be doing this, I haven't got you anything, I wish you'd have told me I feel really bad now"
"Be a good girl and open it"
She very gently began lifting the lid, excited but at the same time a little nervous and still feeling bad about not having bought him anything.
Carefully prising open the last layer of tissue paper she pulled her hands away stared down in silence at the most elegantly crafted piece of jewellery she'd ever seen.
His gift to her, a thin polished stainless steel collar from which hang a single charm, the letter 'L'.
Lifting it from it's box he held it horizontally with the letter facing her, watched as her eyes followed as if she were in a trance and then turned it to reveal it's rear fastening, the tiniest of locks and a single removable securing pin.
"It's exquisite it really is and so feminine too, I could wear it with just about anything, thank you so much"
"It's a day collar Lucy, your day collar, specifically designed to be worn discreetly in public"
He placed it back down on the table, the shiny steel letter L facing her.
"Thank you it's gorgeous, it's heavier than it looks but not too heavy that it'll be uncomfortable, I love it I really do.... I'm afraid you'll have to wait for my gift to you, I don't remember you saying we'd be exchanging gifts today, did I miss hearing it?"
"You didn't miss hearing it and I won't have to wait... my gift to you, your day collar, is kind of conditional.... accept it and in return I'll accept yours, right here, right now, promise"
"I don't understand?"
"It's very simple, by accepting my gift to you, which will happen the moment I've placed it around that pretty neck and locked it in place you've given me yours"
"No, you've lost me, sorry"
"Your gift to me Lucy is the greatest there is, the gift of submission"
And at that precise moment the penny dropped, she understood exactly what he meant and seeing him begin to get up from his seat did likewise, mirroring his movements until she found herself standing before him, nervously awaiting what she'd dreamt of for months.
Not a word was said, in total silence she instinctively held her hair up away from her neck and stood motionless as the cold steel collar was snapped and then locked into place.
Letting her hair fall back into place a feeling of absolute trust and security engulfed her, the like of which she would never have thought possible.
Staring into his eyes, she felt strangely compelled to break the silence.
"I'm yours Sir"
He smiled.
"Indeed you are Lucy"
(To be continued?) |
