STORIES

The Gift

By Maître Pierre

6- The Collar

Katy is bound, her wrists attached to a ring, which is itself attached to the ceiling. She stands on her feet, but her hands are over her head. She is naked.

The man, the one she met at the munch, is slowly turning her around. He is only wearing a pair of black leather pants. While turning her around, he looks at the way she reacts. Katy is calm, waiting… expecting the unexpected from her new Maître.

Both of them, are in the little dungeon, part of her Maître’s little house. The room is small, but very well equipped. A rack is on one wall faced by a wall covered with mirrors. A closet that Katy suspects to be full of gear and toys, completes the room.

Slowly, while he is at her back, he starts to caress her back, then her bottom… Slowly, with his other hand, he pulls Katy’s head toward him, and starts to kiss her, very gently. Katy gives him back his kiss, in answer to him and starts to arch her back, trying to make his caress stronger, but the man, knows better, and anticipates her doing, by keeping his touch on her bottom, very light, almost like a feather.

He kisses her and caresses her, using his light touch for a while making Katy, want more…

Now, his hands that were caressing her bottom, are now slowly going up, around her and slowly, with the same feather touch, he starts to caress Katy’s breast. Again, she tries to push forward, to have him caress her more firmly, but again, with a mysterious smile, the man anticipates Katy’s move, and again he keeps his touch light.

It makes Katy very impatient, she wants more…

"Maître…" Katy start to say…

"Shhhhhh!" Says the Maître in a loving but firm whisper.

Again, for a while, the Maître kisses Katy, caressing her. Slowly, his feather touch turns into a firm, but loving caress. Always slowly, the Maître kisses are going lower on Katy’s body. From her mouth, his kisses slowly go to her neck, her breast, where he spends a little time, making them hard, then he simply kneels in front of her, and without any warning, starts to sucks her pussy. Katy’s knees buckle under her Maître ‘s caress and she finds herself hanging from her bound wrists, because her knees won’t simply support her anymore. Her breathing now, is very loud, from the pleasure given by her Maître.

But just when she’s about to orgasm, her Maître stops his caress to Katy’s dismay. Quickly, he stands on his feet, with one hand, holding and turning Katy by one arm, he turns her, to bring her at the proper angle, and, with his other hand, he starts to spank her on her bottom.

In the beginning, the spanking is light, and Katy has no problem receiving the hits from her Maître, but, very slowly, the spanking become stronger, and the time between the strikes, get longer. Each time now, that Katy receive the strike she cannot avoid to let a low complaint comes out her mouth. Each time she is struck, she loses her balance, being held just by the restrains on her wrists.

Then, without warning….

Her Maître starts to strike her very fast and very hard. Katy’s come out of her stupor, surprised about the change. The hits are fast and hard, enough to have her low complaint, to become a cry for mercy. The pain in her bottom is intolerable. She is crying loud now. But even if she is hurting so much, she is not giving the safe word to her Maître, because, she knows she can take more. Well, that and she must admit to herself, that she don’t wants to give her Maître, the satisfaction of seeing her ask for mercy through the use of the safe word….

From the hits, and the pain, she is more of a stupor, she no longer is connected with the reality, she is in subspace…deep… very deep in subspace. Because of it, she doesn’t notice that the strikes have stopped, and she doesn’t notice, that her Maître is now naked, except for a big hard on.

She notices it only, when he enters her. Having being brought so close from cumming and then so far in subspace, the effect of her Maître lovemaking, is just devastating on her. She cums almost immediately and very hard.

She doesn’t remember much after that. She must have collapsed from the scene. All she knows is that, she is now lying at her Maître side, in his bed. He is deep asleep. She looks at him for a while, a little smile on her face. She remembers the last munch…

"Hi!" The unknown man says, "My name is Pierre!" he says, with a big French accent.

"Hello, my name is Katy!"

She is standing in front of him, holding the blue rose that the waiter had brought her.

"Ehhhh! Thanks for the rose!" She says….

The man with the beard, with a little white in it, smiles.

"Please, join me at my table!" He says.

"Thank you!" And she sits just in front of him, separated by the table. A moment of silence. She is thinking. Because of the awkward silence, she tries to starts the discussion…

"Interesting, don’t you think, that story about the BDSM circle, and how they are looking for new keepers…" she said tentatively.

"Well, I have heard of it, and from what I have heard, I don’t agree with their view on the lifestyle!" he says.

She is surprised. She always though that there was a universal view on the lifestyle, and hearing someone contest the establishment already in place, troubles her… but in a very good way.

Pierre and katy discuss like this for many hours.

A few days later, they met, for movies…. And later they met for a supper…. And they met…

Now she remembers the previous morning. He had brought her to his place. It was not the first time she had been to his house, but each time she would be there, the small room would be closed and locked. They had seen each other for a while, but they never had played or have sex together….

Except this morning…

He had brought her in front of the locked door.

"Katy, I know what you are, and you know what I am. Now we are good friends, but for you to enter that room, you must become more then a good friend. Behind that door, there is my dungeon. Nobody can enter it, except the submissive collared to me. Right now I don’t have a submissive. "

Then he asked:

"Katy, do you want to enter the dungeon and become my submissive"

She is stunned. She had dreamed of that moment.

He continues.

"If you want to enter the dungeon, you must enter without any clothes.!" And saying this, he takes a key out of his pocket, unlocks the door and enters the small room. Katy thinks just half a second, and removing all of her clothing, she enters the small room.

He is standing in the middle of the small room. She enters and stops at the door.

"Kneel in front of me!" he orders

She does, looking at the floor, acting submissive.

"Look at me!" he says

She raises her eyes

In a very commanding voice, he says to her:

"Submissive, do you accept, until we have a proper ceremony, to wear my collar?"

Katy is overwhelmed…

"Y! Yesssss!" She says

"Do you accept to become my property?"

In a firmer voice, she answer

"I accept to become your property."

"Do you accept to obey and submit to me?"

"I will obey and submit to you." She answers.

And slowly, taking a black shiny leather collar hanging from the wall, he put it around her neck. Then, bending over, he kisses her on the mouth, a long loving kiss.

Now, late in the evening, she recalls the event of the day, with a big smile on her face, while her new Maître, is sleeping by her side. She cannot stop herself from touching the collar on her neck.

She feels the spirits around her, but she knows now, that she is all right.

They cannot touch her now.

She has what she needed for so long.

She has her gift.

She has her collar.

7- THE PICNIC (part a)

©THE BDSM CIRCLE 2001