The Collaring
The Collaring
Copyright of The Lady Adrianna 2007
(This is something from my old hand written pieces. Nothing overly sexual about it other then a little self play. There is no sex, no cumming, just a simple discovery of who a man is compared to what he thinks he is and the woman who brings it out of him. Please, comment, bad good indifferent. I like to hear what you all think)
You look me over, and decide you want me. But, what you don't know is you won't have me unless it's by my rules. I want those dark blue eyes looking up at me in adoration. To hear that deep sexy voice begging me to let you please me. Such a handsome sculpted body, and I know that soon, it will be bowed before me in obedience. But, that head strong spirit will have to bend first. Not break, for then I'll get bored. And no mistress wants to do that.
You are approaching me now with that gleam in your eye. I know you are going to try and get me to fall over myself for you like all the others have before me. But, I know it'll be you who will fall, with a smile on your face.
Ah, there it is, that smooth charming smile and the expected line. You think I'm an easy conquest despite my beauty. The plain clothes and quiet attitude hiding what you can't see. If you only knew my pet. With seeming nonchalance, I look up from my book and smile back. Then, with a grace you can only marvel at, I stand and take your offered hand. We say the appropriate things, do the expected flirtations and small talk. Then, it comes time to make the final decisions. Before you can open your mouth to ask me home, I cut you off. "You want me don't you?" I ask. You're eyes light up and I know you're hard. A touch of my small hand between your legs just confirms my thoughts. At your affirmative, I smile, letting just glimpse at the Mistress hiding beneath. "And you are bored with the usual song and dance of passion." This is not a question, but you nod anyway.
Taking your hand again, I pull you from the tiny restaurant, towards my car. You start to let me into the passenger side, but my frown makes you pause, hand on the handle. Some part of you hates the idea of upsetting me. That is the part that I will nurture and bring forth. Your hand drops to your side as you wait. I reward you with a smile and caress on your cheek. "Very good pet. You get in here."
Your eyes, those expressive, gorgeous eyes, cloud with confusion, anticipation, anger and desire. I wait to see which emotion will win. After a tense moment, you slide into the seat and I bite back a cry of triumph. You are now one step closer to being mine. I get into my seat and start the car, practically purring with delight. While driving, I instruct you to open your pants and take your cock out for me to see. You are even harder then before, causing me to grow wet with anticipation. Your cock is as gorgeous as you are, long, thick and almost purple with the blood inside it. The perfectly shaped head is shiny with the early signs of your excitement. I can already taste and feel that beautiful cock.
But, I keep my face impassive as I instruct you to now stroke yourself as you tell me your fantasies. You balk a little, giving me a sideways glance to look me over before you do as you're told. That look only made me smile, a mysterious calm smile. Predictably, the ones you share are the same as most men; two women, public places, anal, older women, younger women. But your hesitation when I ask if that's all speak volumes to this mistress. You dream of more at night, things considered taboo in the world, both your world and in general.
"You are not telling me all pet, but that is alright for now. I forgive you. But, you will by the end of the day, I promise you that," I say, grinning at you. You look at me, startled. As you start to shake your head in denial to my words, your hand slows. My violet eyes darken almost instantly and my hand covers yours. The strength I possess startling you again. "I did not say to stop. Or to speak toy. Learn your place!" My deep, harsh tone causes your mouth to drop even as your hand starts to stroke again.
For gone is the easy conquest you thought you had found. In her place is a tigress, well aware of her power and willing to use it. I can tell by your silence that you find this "change" to your liking. I can see your large, heavy balls tighten closer to your body and I grin. The sight of my pleasure relaxes you even more then the feel of my hand sliding down to caress those hair covered orbs lightly.
Pulling my hand away, I reach into my purse and pull out the final test. A specially made collar, bearing your name on a tag on the leather, dangers from two of my fingers. You look at it, indignant anger rising in your face. I cut you off before you begin by pulling the car into my driveway. Setting the collar on the center console between us and wait. "You can put it on toy, and become mine. Or, you can decline and I'll take you home. Either way, this is what I want. And you do want to please me." Once again, a statement, not a question. And once again, you answer needlessly with a quiet yes.
You reach for the collar with a trembling hand. I remain calm, reassuring you, but inside, I'm waiting with baited breath. As you close the collar around your neck, and push the tiny, yet strong, lock closed, I cry out with joy mentally. To you, I remain as calm and composed as ever. You can't help but marvel at it as you watch me slip out of the car and walk around to your door. Opening it, I reach into my purse again, this time to pull out a matching chain to attach to the small ring at the front of your collar. When you balk at the sight of the chain, I just chuckle. "Come toy," I say, waiting patiently. You flush and allow me to attach the leash and tug gently, coaxing you out of the car.
You follow me into the the hoe, confused as to how you have gotten yourself into this. But, you strangely have no desire to leave. Or to stop me. This comes as no surprise to me though. I've have watched you for even longer then you've been watching me.
I pause to let you look around the house. Clearly you were expecting much different decor after seeing me lift the collar up. But, you see a tastefully done home in soft colors and real wood. Not chains, whips, or anything else that had painted your mind's eye.
You notice me watching you look around and you flush again. I love to see that color in your cheeks and make it a goal of mine to keep getting it to return. I just smile softly and point to my feet. "Come to me pet," I say. When you start walking, I frown. You pause, confused, looking so adorable. It takes a gentle tug of your leash down to clue you in. Blushing even harder, you drop your hands and knees. Protests spring to your mind, the ladies man part of you rebelling. But, those words never reach your lips.
I watch you crawl to me, earning you a smile as praise. The sight of it causes an answer grin to cross your face with relief. "Very good my toy. You learn fast. Or at least I hope so. I'm not for punishing, but I will if you cross the line or forget my rules. Do not forget that." I pause to let my words sink in. You nod, not quite believing me, and I know I will indeed have to punish you soon. This knowledge causes me to sigh before continuing.
"In this house, you will move about as you just did, unless otherwise instructed. When resting, you will kneel, with your hands palm up on your thighs, knees wide apart to expose yourself completely to me. Show me now toy." You nod and quickly slip into your kneel. I bend down then to correct one or two things before kissing you and caressing your still bared cock. It hardens back to its full length almost instantly, making me chuckle. "You shall address me as Mistress in the house, or private, and Miss in public. Is this understood?"
You nod, then remember yourself, "Yes Mistress, I understand." I grin and kiss you again, my lips lingering over yours.
"Good boy. Now, strip so I can get a good look at you." I settle down onto my couch to watch, reading your emotions through your eyes. Desire foremost, with anticipation following. Anger, embarrassment, and reluctance were there as well; but you push them aside. When you take off your last piece of clothing, I instruct you to fold them and places them in a bag next to my seat. After all, they are not needed while you are here. Yet, after doing so well, I can't help but groan inwardly when you forget to kneel afterward. You pose, obviously proud of your body, as well you should. But, I will not tolerate such forgetfulness of one of my first rules.
My face falls slightly into a frown as I reach for the leash still dangling from your collar. With a sharp tug down, you fall to your knees, the sudden movement catching you by surprise. You open your mouth to protest, but I stop you with a sharp strike of the leash handle to your chest.
"Quiet slave!" I snap, my violet eyes darkening ominously. You frown and start to speak again. "I said, quiet!" I growl, my expression turning stormy. The leash handle connects again with your chest, harder this time. The pain causes you to wince and finally fall silent.
"Did I not just explain to you what is expected of you when waiting for your next task?" Comprehension dawns and you drop your gaze, instantly contrite. But, I watch, inwardly amused, as your strong hands ball into fists as you rearrange yourself properly. This small action betrays your anger, both at me for shaming you and yourself for displeasing me. It takes another hit from the leather handle to get your hands to relax into proper position once again.
Standing, I circle you, the leash handle slapping audibly against my open palm. I know I'm being harsh, but, a harsh lesson is easier to remember then a light one. "I have watched you pet. I know that in your world, weakness to a woman is the highest crime. I know you have treated women like objects, to be used and discarded. Because this is what is expected of you. But you haven't been happy. Now, tell me, why is that?" I ask, stopping behind you.
"I've been happy," you protest, turning to look back at me. A light flick of the leash sends your eyes forward once more.
"The truth," I demand, already knowing the answer. Yet, minutes pass, long and nerve wracking, and I wonder if you will tell me. You do not disappoint though.
"Because I did not have you," comes the answer. So softly you speak the words that I am forced to lean down to catch them.
"Why am I different?" I lead, my voice warming to give you encouragement.
"Because, you are strong and in control. You know what you want and you treat me how I want to be treated. You are...Mistress." Finally, the truth comes from you, the shock and confusion clearing as you speak. Facing that side of you full on inside yourself as you admit who I am of your own volition. Now, my dear pet, now the training can begin.