Chapter 8: The Collar

The couple weeks leading up to the date with Greg were moving slowly. I was preoccupied with whether he was going offer the collar. 'you sound like your going to get engaged!' I thought to myself. I wanted to make it a special night. I **** Sophie to go out shopping with me. I wanted a pair of nice stockings and a new waist cincher. We went to a very nice lingerie shop in a local mall. I found stockings that were to die for! They were seamed, Cuban foot and had enough lycra in them so the would really hug the leg. I really disliked the sometimes saggy older style stockings. What was really nice about these particular stockings is that the came in different lengths. I chose the longest length that went up to the top of my thigh in off black. This particular store had an extensive selection of shape wear. I found a waist cincher I had to have! It was longer than most, extending from right below the breasts down to the top of my butt cheeks. It had 6 emerald satin panels covered with open black lace. There were 6 garter tabs with emerald satin bows on the top of the garter straps. After wearing waist cinchers as long as I have, my waist had reduced by about an 1 1/2”. I purchased cincher that was 28” which would give me a nice hourglass shape, even with my lack of hips. We at lunch at the food court and on the way out, I decided to stop and look at makeup at a Macy's. I found a metallic gold-green eye shadow that was perfect! The woman at the counter applied some on my hand and it looked like gold leaf. I could wear this with my green frost shadows. We had taken the street car up to the mall and on the way home, we passed through a street fair. Sophie wanted to stop and look. It was mostly arts, crafts and hand made stuff. She found a rough burlap bag with an embroidered sun on it. Right next to the stall was a woman who worked in gold chain. I saw one medium weight gold chain and had an idea. I wanted a chain that would attach between my septum ring and my earring. She had a variety of clasps and one of them was a clam shell that would connect to a bar. She took a length of chain, measured between my nose and ear and put the clasp on the septum end and the other on a standard earring ear wire. My primary ear holes had enlarged slightly due to the weight of the large hoops I wore. The ear wire slid in easily. I went ahead a put it on.

“What do you think?” I asked her as she joined me.

“I like it. Has that middle eastern thing working.”

We walked the rest of the block looking a ceramics, metal sculpture, some woman who would write your name on a grain of rice, street performers, etc. I didn't get a lot of looks but I wasn't surprised. I was pretty tame compared many others.

Back at work, I would find my thoughts drifting to seeing Greg again. I was intrigued about what it means to be a 'collared submissive'. I received a number of compliments about my new hair style. Something I really liked about being a woman is the ability to reinvent myself. The days to seeing Greg ticked off slowly. The big day was a Sunday. I asked Sophie over on the Saturday before and had her help me get all the garter straps adjusted on the cincher. Everything was set. I took off everything except the 5” heels; I needed to get used to walking in them. They're kind of awkward and I had to be much more of foot placement and balance. Sunday finally arrived. I did my normal morning routine packed my overnight bag. I decided to take a street car to Greg's house. I would give me time to think and do a little reading. Arriving at Greg's house, he wasn't home. He had given me a key and the code to the security system. On the dining room table was a note that said he would be home around 4. That gave me 3 hours to get ready. There was also an envelope with a post-it that said 'Read' and a steel cock ring. I would sit down in delve into it when I was dressed.

I went into the spare bedroom where I had a makeup mirror that stayed there. I decided to put on the cock ring before I started makeup because I knew I would be hard in no time at all. The ring just barely slide down the shaft of my flaccid cock. It took some doing threading each one of my testicles through the ring and getting it positioned on the base of my dick. My new nails didn't help. Julie always did her makeup in the bathroom, I never understood that. I guess it's because my makeup is more involved. I put in a pair of 'vanity' contact lens that were emerald green. I picked them up on a whim and I really loved the color they gave my eyes. My eyes were kind of light blue, the contacts changed my whole look. I finished the contour and foundation then proceeded to do my eyes. I realized that I had plucked my eyebrows so completely, they were almost all pencil. Next was the green-gold metallic eye shadow. It went on smoothly and looked just like gold leaf on my eye lids. I loved it! I did the crease in a medium green frost and white-green frost up to my eyebrows. Next was eye liner. I had picked up a book on makeup 'looks' and one of the sections covered Arabian wedding makeup. I found the eyeliner style really sexy. The upper and lower lid line extended into a point around the tear duct a the upper line, a swath that ended in a distinct point just short of th end of the eyebrow. My eyes had a very distinct 'almond' shape. I looked really hot! I did my lips in cherry red with a gloss top coat. My lips were full with and sexy. I finished with a liberal dusting of powder and just a touch of blush. I managed to finally get the waist cincher on. For one, it's tighter than the others and, two my new nails were really clumsy. Finally stockings and heels. I went into the play room to use one of the multiple mirrors to see how I looked. I was taken aback! I couldn't believe who I had become. Platinum permed hair, the hot makeup, large rings in my ears, nipple piercings, the seamed stockings and a cock piercing. I briefly thought about the some of the girls in high school, the one's who were called the 'Sluts'. They wore heavy makeup, bra-less with tight tank tops, zipper crotch jeans with stiletto heel boots. They hung out with the bikers and low riders. Their sexuality right in your face! I always envied them. I want to dress like that. Look at me now! I walk down and back in front of one wall that was all mirrors. The 5” heels made my walk kind of 'mince' and my ass looked really tight. My nipple rings and my erect cock bounced up and down. My cock was so engorged with blood, it had a light red color. The glans was very pronounced! The cincher gave me a distinct waist which accentuated my hips. I looked really hot and I knew Greg would love it! I felt like a sex toy and I love it!

I picked up my new cigarette case and lighter. Julie stopped by a tobacco store to buy a new lighter and ended up buying me a gold metal cigarette case that fit my 120mm cigarettes. I loved cigarette cases! The give an air of elegance. I may be a sissy-slut, but I'm an elegant one! She gave me her old Calibri lighter. There wasn't anything wrong with it, she just wanted something different. I pour a glass of wine and sat down at the kitchen table, opened the envelope. Greg's house had a number of mirrors. I wasn't sure if they were for a sense of 'openness' or because Greg was a body builder. All body builders that I know are vain to a certain degree. There was a large, floor to ceiling to the side of the table. I of course turned to see myself. I freely admit that I love seeing myself in makeup and sexy lingerie! Watching myself in the mirror, I opened the cigarette case, withdrew a cigarette, placed it in my lips and paused. Greg loved elegance but he also liked the 'slutty' edge with smoking. Greg is a picture of control and decorum. I've never seen him loose control. I had this goal in mind of putting all the tiny arousal details together that will make him loose control and just fuck me like a wild man! I have this fantasy of him throwing me on a bed and fucking me like a bull in rut!

I broke out of my musings returned to the task at hand. I opened the envelope and removed the single sheet of paper. It was titled 'A Contract of Relationship Between Dominate and Submissive'. These are the highlights:

1. I Kirsten Addison, the submissive, agrees to submit completely to the Dominant, Gregor Olafsson in all ways. The submissive also agrees that, once entered, into the Dominant-Submissive Contract, their body belongs to their Dominant, to be used as seen fit, within the guidelines defined herein. The Dominant-submissive is one of mutual trust and power exchange. The goal is to serve each other's needs.

2. The collar is the symbol of being in respective rolls. When the collar is on, the submissive will all commands and directions of the Dominant except where it may conflict with Section 3. The submissive will follow hesitation or reservation, regardless of location or persons.

3. The submissive, where appropriate, holds veto power over any command given by the Dominant, at which time they may rightfully refuse to obey that command. This power may only be invoked under the following circumstances, or where agreed by both Dominant and submissive:

4. Where a command conflicts with any existing laws

5. Where a command may cause **** damage to submissive's life

6. Where a command may cause permanent bodily harm to the submissive

7. Where a command may cause psychological trauma

8. The Dominant agrees to care for the submissive, to arrange for the safety and well-being of the submissive, as long as they own the submissive. The Dominant also accepts the commitment to treat the submissive properly, to train the submissive, punish the submissive, love the submissive, and use the submissive as they see fit.

9. The submissive agrees to accept any punishment the Dominant decides to inflict. Punishment of the submissive is subject to certain rules designed to protect the submissive from intentional **** or permanent bodily harm. Punishment must not incur permanent bodily harm.

10. The submissive may not seek any other Dominant or lover or relate to others in any sexual or submissive way without the Dominant's permission.

11. All physical evidence of the relationship will be kept in total secrecy, except where both Dominant and submissive agree.

12. This contract may not be altered, except when both Dominant and submissive agree. If the contract is altered, the new contract shall be printed and signed, and then the old contract must be destroyed.

13. This contract may be terminated at any time. Upon termination, all physical evidence of the relationship, including this contract, will be destroyed.

It's pretty straight forward. I was honestly a little disturbed by the punishment clause. I never envisioned Greg wanting to punish me. Then again, becoming a formal submissive changes the whole dynamic. I was wondering if I took his collar, our relationship would take a weird twist. At the bottom of the page, there were 2 places for each of us to sign.

I noticed the time and Greg would be showing up at any time. I checked my makeup and made sure my stocking seams were straight. My cock was still hard as a rock and sticking up at 45 degrees. It dawned on me that any remnants of modesty were gone, at least with Greg. I was fully aware that I was in a mindset of being a 'sex toy'. All my piercings gave me a constant awareness of sexual stimulus. I had become 'sissy-slut'! I couldn't wait to parade around in full awareness I was arousing Greg. There was a huge element of emotional freedom. I wondered if this is how porn actors felt. I heard the garage door and Greg's car pulling in. Instead of standing at the end of the hall that went to the garage, I chose to turn one of the dining room chairs, light a cigarette and wait for Greg to find me. The door opened and closed. I crossed my legs waited. He came around the corner and saw me.

“Very nice!” he said as he put his hand out to stand me up.

“Do you like my hair?” I asked nervously.

“It's beautiful! That style and color is perfect!”

“Look. ” I said holding my hand out.

“Those are gorgeous!” he said sincerely. He stood back and gave me a visual once over. He reached out and gently flicked my nipple which caused me to recoil from the intense sensation.

“Stand up and enjoy the feeling. I don't want you pulling away from my touch. Understand?” he said forcefully.

“yes sir” I whispered.

He reached down and inspected my cock piercing. He wrapped his hand around the barbell moved it up and down inside my urethra. The intensity was overwhelming! My eyes closed and I was breathing from a slightly open mouth in a state of mild ecstasy. He let go and I opened my eyes. He left for his bedroom and returned a few minutes later in his usual satin robe. He sat down on the love seat.

“Did you read the contract?”

“yes” I answered.

“Get it and bring over here.”

I sat down with the paper in hand. I was to the left of him and I sat very close. I handed the contract to him and moved really close, taking his arm. I brushed my nails on his chest and gently flicked his nipple wondering what kind of reaction I would get. He started to read the different sections out loud. I flipped off my left shoe and started moving my foot gently up and down his leg. Since he was a bodybuilder and often competed, he was completely shaved. I knew the sight and feeling of my foot must have been sensual. He finally pushed my had off and I took this as a signal that he was serious.

“Do you have any questions?” he asked

“Well, I was wondering about the punishment part. Do you think I would do anything that would require punishment?” I asked part playfully and part serious.

“I don't know, would you?” He retorted.

“I wouldn't think so. I just want to make you happy and feel good! What would be a punishable offense?”

“You know that threesome you had awhile back. That's punishable! Any sexual activity outside of our relationship must be approved. Your not going to go around fucking every Tom, Dick and Homeboy now that you have a level of liberation.” He answered in a tone I haven't seen before.

“Okay, I am in agreement.” I said with some thought.

“There anything you want to discuss?” He asked

“Well, there is one thing. Can we have like a 'date night'? We don't have to go anywhere. We can just hang out, watch movies, eat popcorn and finish the evening with 'vanilla' sex. Whatever vanilla is in this relationship.” He cracked a wry smile.

“Yeah, we can do that. It would be a nice change up.” He said as he ran his fingertips up the inside of my thigh. I shuddered! He knew I was just one huge sexual nerve ending and used it.

“Do you want to sign the contract and accept my collar?” He finally proffered.

“Yes, I would like that very much!” He reached into his robe pocket and withdrew a collar. I was about an 1 1/2” wide, thick black leather had 3 D rings and a metal name plate in front engraved with 'Kirsten'. It looked custom made.

“Kneel in front of me.”

“Do you accept this collar willingly and abide by the terms of the contract?” He proposed. He put the collar on me.

“Sign the contract.” I did so. He took a leash about 3 feet long out of his robe pocket. It was flat link chain with small clip style latch. Different than a dog leash. The other end was loop in the chain, rather than the normal leather loop. He clipped onto the throat D ring. Without prompting, I opened his robe and started working my fingers up and down on his already hard cock. I bent over slightly and wrapped my lips on the head of his dick while looking him in the eyes. He had me stop and stood up. Without a word, he gently pulled on the lead and I followed him without a thought. We went into the play room where he sat in the sling chair. He adjusted it until it was on a slight incline and in perfect position for me to service him. I knelt down and proceeded to give him a 5 star blow job! He picked up his camera on a near by shelf. This exhibitionist part of me just came to the surface. Looking straight into the camera, I wrapped my lips around the head working his hard, flared slowly in and out as he snapped photos. I could tell by his breathing and muscle tensing that he was really getting excited! I could feel the 'raging bull' was about to surface. He had me slow and stop...'NOT NOW for christ sake' I said to myself.

He stood me up, put wrist cuffs on me and attached me to the chain through the eye bolt in the ceiling. He pulled the chain up until I was stretched with my feet on the ground. He ran his fingertips up my legs, caressing the inside of my thighs. He moved behind me pressing his body into mine. As he did, he wrapped his arms around me, gently pinching my nipple tugging gently on the ring. With the fingertips of his other hand, he caressed my cock. If my cock got any harder, it would split! He moved his left hand up and all of a sudden, grabbed a hand full of hair and pulled my head to the left. It startled me. He moved his mouth right beside my ear.

“This is MY body, my ass, my nipples and my cock! You serve ME! I will tell you who can and who you can and cannot fuck! Do you understand me?” He said in a low but forceful whisper.

“yyess...” I stammered. He kind of scared me! I have never seen this side of him. He then started to gently kiss my neck and nibble on my ears. Shivers went down my spine! He loosened the chain and unhooked my wrists. He connected the wrist cuffs behind my back and had me kneel in front of him. He pushed his cock into my mouth. Grabbing the back of my head, he slid down my mouth balls deep and slowly withdrew. I relaxed and gave Greg total control. About every 4th or 5th stroke, he would **** my face into his groin and I would do my swallowing technique on the the head of his cock. My gag reflex was gone! Finally, he pulled his cock back and went to work on the head with my tongue stud. I started tasting pre-ejaculum and the way his legs were tensing, I knew he was going to blow a load at any minute! With a slight thrust forward of his hips and a shutter, he let go with his wad of hot sperm in my mouth! I spit a small out onto my lips and swallowed the rest. His cum was kind of sweet-salty without that bitter after taste that seems to get stuck in the throat. I looked up at him knowing that the white jizz on my red lips would really turn him on!

“Like I told you the first time we saw each other, I rarely cum when I get my cock sucked and when I do, it will be in your face. You've worked hard and I thought you earned a load in your mouth.” He said with affection. As I knelt, looking up at him with my arms bound behind my back, I realized I loved this man and would do anything to please him.