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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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At 7:00 p.m., as instructed, Katrina removed her clothing and knelt in front of the door to her flat, head down. He had keys now, and at 7:30 p.m., she heard them turning in the lock as he let himself inside. She did not look up.
He examined the room and saw that she had followed his directions perfectly. A Bach sonata played on the stereo and the room was dimly lit by the glow of several candles. A white sheet covered the living room floor and a bucket of ice held a bottle of sweet red wine. Grant came over to Katrina’s kneeling figure and grasped the hair at the back of her head. He turned her face upward toward his. “Hello my pretty slut,” he said, as he bent to kiss her. She closed her eyes in pleasure at the warm touch of his lips on hers. She returned his kiss, passionately, sucking his tongue into her mouth and stroking it with her own. He made a trail from her lips down the side of her neck and when he reached her shoulder, he sank his teeth into her warm flesh. She gasped and her eyes flew open as he bit her hard enough to leave an imprint of his teeth. “Thank you, Sir.” She murmured.
“Lift up your hair,” Grant instructed. He stood behind her and slid a collar around her neck. Katrina heard the click as he closed it with a small padlock. “You belong to me now,” he said. “You are my property to use as I please. You will do what I tell you, when I tell you, without hesitation. Is that clear?” She nodded. She wondered whether he could hear how hard her heart pounded in response to his statement. It aroused her to think of herself as his possession – his pet, his fuck toy, his whore. Anything he wanted her to be. And though she trusted him completely, she was not without fear. His mind was clever and creative, and he was a sadist. Katrina knew that Grant could hurt her without remorse. He would push her to her limits and as far beyond them as he could safely take her. She was collared and belonged to him until he decided to release her. Her hand flew to her neck and she caressed the cold steel band that encircled it, with its solitary ring in front. |
