A Collar

She handed me a box that looked like it might hold a necklace. I smiled and took it eagerly. She was already giving me a present. She’d never done that before even on my birthday. Everyone who drove by or was on the sidewalk looked in and could see that I was at least topless and seemed to enjoy it so I needed her to start driving as quickly as possible, so I opened the box.

Inside was a pink collar made of fabric with a metal loop to tighten it. That was all that was in the box.

“What is this, master?”

“Christ, you’re stupid. It’s your uniform.”

I frowned at the insult and at the realization I was to be collared. Like a ****, which I am. If this is what she wanted though this is what she would get.

“Would you like to put in on me, master?”

She seemed like she was about to say ‘no’ out of indifference but then she must have changed her mind.

“You know what, ****? I would.”

She took it from the box and threw the box in back before putting it around my neck and tightening it. When her hand touched my neck I took a hurried breath. She didn’t make it too tight but it fit snugly. She looked up and down at my whole body in satisfaction and I felt myself start to leak onto the towel. Kelly, fucking Kelly, my master, was checking me out!

“Where’s the rest, master?”

I waited for her to shower me with more gifts. She was playing the tough uncaring domme but if she put thought into how she wanted me to dress there must be more too it.

“What rest? Rest of what?”

I started to panic before excitedly blurting out “the rest of my uniform?”

“There is no rest, that is your uniform. For now and forever or at least until I change my mind. Which will probably be never but maybe when you’re old and ugly I won’t be able to stand to look at you anymore.”

She wanted me naked. Forever. This is not what I wanted. That is cruelty for just the sake of cruelty. I started to tear up but then remembered what she said “when you’re old and ugly” does that mean she thinks I’m young and pretty? Well obviously young but maybe pretty?

“Stop crying. You made this choice. You knew I could and you did it anyway. This is how I want you.”

I wiped away my tears and tried to smile.

“If it makes you happy to see me naked then it makes me happy to be naked, master.”

“Don’t get cute. It’s not what I want to see, it’s what I want everyone to see. I want everyone to know you’re my **** and that you’re less than all of us. It was true before but now everyone knows it.”

Before I could respond to her cruelty she started driving and the reality of what I was becoming was becoming more clear. I would be naked and collared for my life. I traded away everything for this and I started to get lost in my thoughts and panic. I looked down at my breasts and realized everyone who ever saw me would see them and much more.

Luckily she started to a ask question which distracted me.