Collar

Clara smirked a little, the normal colour returning to her face now in the wake of the flushed look brought about by the orgasm which had wracked her body. Alex felt her eyes on him, her look was both innocent and calculating at the same time, a part of her that she did not often like to show. Clara was often seen as the innocent flower of the group when they were with their friends, but there was a hidden side to her that most of them knew by now. Clara was good at talking to people, she had a silver tongue, her honeyed words were powerful, and she knew how to use them. Clara was manipulative, or could be, at least. Though she struggled against the urge to do so, there had been times in the past when she had not struggled quite so hard. When he was younger, she'd had her way much more often simply due to her ability to convince others it was their idea. Something that Lilly had done her best to break the girl out of doing. More or less, it had worked, and Clara as she was now was generally a lot happier, but now and then, there were flashes of that girl from before.

Clara had never been mean or nasty; she had never cursed, or insulted someone, never belittled them, either to their face of behind her back. But when she wanted to, she could move people like pieces on a board, and they wouldn't even know it was her doing it. Alex wondered if that was part of this whole thing, if, after so long as the one who could control, she wanted to see life from the point of view of the one being controlled.

Now and then, though, Clara showed that while she didn't do that sort of thing anymore, she still remembered how to.

"So what're you going to do to me, Alex?" She asked. "I drank your cum, right? That's gotta count for something."

"Again, I didn't ask you to do that." He reminded her. "Though, I am guessing from your face you didn't like the taste?"

"Blach." She made an expression that left him in no doubt as to her answer. "I don't know how they do it in porn. It tasted bad."

"Well, maybe you'll just have to get used to it." Alex said, his member tingling slightly at the thought. "I could make you do it again."

"You could..." She agreed with an expression of mild distaste. "Is that what you want me to do for my punishment?"

"No." Alex said. "That's just a thought for later. For your punishment, I am thinking we'll do something a little bit more intense for you."

He left the room for a moment, finding the bags where he had left them when he arrived back some hours ago. Though, he did not turn to see her, he could sense Clara moving in his wake, curious as to what he had planned. He felt her eyes on his back, and did his best to project his calmest self, though in truth, he was still getting over the aftershocks of their latest encounter.

"Firstly, your collar." He said, reaching out for her and drawing her close. His hand gently stroking the smooth skin of her shoulder. She took a step forwards, her blue eyes alight with curiosity, but also with nervousness, though it was hidden deeply. Alex paused, feeling the weight of the moment pressing in on him. It didn't seem much compared to what they had already done, but this moment was probably important. Clara had always wanted to experience being a slave, hadn't she? She'd always wanted to know what it was like, she she had probably wondered what it would be like to wear a collar, even touched herself thinking about it. Right now, he was probably about to make one of her daydreams a reality.

His hand closed around the leather, and he drew it out, Clara followed it with her gaze, her eyes narrowing as she took it in. It was a black one; sleek and nice. He'd chosen something slim, not too big or noticeable, but also not so small she could forget she was wearing it. It buckled around the back, and had a plate for a name on it (which he had left blank) and also a hook for a bell near the front.

The whole thing was carefully chosen. He'd spent some time picking it out. Lilly had helped. The collar was obvious enough that you would know what it was if you saw it up close, but in the distance, looked like a fancy choker that someone would wear to a high class area or party. Odd to see of someone in casual dress, but not totally impossible. This way, he could take her outside and have her wear it, but she would not be totally safe from people recognising it, and therefore, guessing at her status.

Carefully, gently, he guided her towards him until the two were nearly touching. Her body was near his, and he could feel his cock starting to harden again, though he was still spent. Clara's focus was on the collar, it seemed to take up her whole attention as he unbuckled it, then reached for her body. Her skin felt soft and warm, a little bit sweaty from the ordeal she had just endured, but otherwise totally healthy. Clara seemed to gasp as he pressed the collar into her neck, telling her to hold it in place as he moved around to her back.

"This is your collar, Clara." He said to her. "Slaves get a collar, even romantic slaves. So long as you wear it, you're under my control, okay?"

"Y-yes..." She said, almost breathlessly. "Yes, master, I understand."

"Okay." Alex said. "Also while you wear it, you are not permitted to wear underclothes of any type, understand? From this moment on, to the end of the week - unless specifically directed otherwise - I do not want you to wear anything under your clothes. No panties or bra."

"I understand..." She said slowly, her tongue flicked out, locking her dried lips, and she shot him a slightly shaky grin. "Did you enjoy saying that, Alex? I bet you did..."

"Maybe a little." He agreed. "Are you looking forward to it?"

"I..." She gulped. "I'm just a slave, right? So it doesn't matter if I am or not... I have to do what you tell me."

"Right, and I am telling you to answer the question. Truthfully."

"In that case..." She hesitated for a moment as her breath caught in her throat. "Maybe a little bit. I..I did something like this before... just a few times... went a day or so without wearing panties or a bra, told myself that I was practising being a slave... it always felt so strange, even though I was wearing my normal clothes otherwise. I always felt so naked, like people could see it at any time."

"Did you ever wear a skirt without panties? Or a dress?" Alex asked, suddenly feeling quite dry in the mouth himself. How many times had it happened without him knowing? How many times had she been like this around him and the others? Had she barely avoided being found out? Or had she wanted to be found out?

"N-no." Clara shook her head. "I always sort of wanted to... but it was so risky, if the wind caught the dress at a bad angle, or I stepped down the stairs in a certain way, you'd all see...well, everything."

"Well, now the only clothes you have are a red dress." Alex pointed out. "So I suppose we'll just have to see how risky it really is, right?"

Clara shivered at that, though it may also have been that this was the moment she felt his hands against the back of her neck, hooking the buckle together, and threading the tongue through the latch. A moment later, he drew it tight, carefully measuring how far to go.

"How does this feel? Can you breath? Clara?"

"...I can breath, Alex..." She said. "This is just... I never thought I would actually be here... like this, with you..."

"Yeah, same for me." Alex muttered. "Now, if you start to have trouble breathing, you have to come and tell me right away, understand?"

"Y-yeah, Alex. I understand."

"Good."

He drew back from her, and then circled around, making some space so that he could have a good look. Clara stood, her arms at her side, her skin was pale, with spots of pink, her form slender, her legs were long. Her face framed by her dark hair, and now, by her collar as well. Her face showed the slightest tint of red around the cheeks, but her eyes were by far the most powerful draw on her face. Deep and blue, they were, and he found it hard to tear away.

Alex forced his vision down, gulping as his eyes found their way down her neck to her chest, which was still bared, and would remain so until tomorrow. The swell of her breasts was smaller than average, but noticeable. Her nipples were pink, sitting in a semi-engorged stat, not quite indicating full arousal, nor the total lack of it.

His eyes moved lower, tracing the curve of her legs, sweeping downwards to examine her pussy. Her labia were not particularly large, and her mound was somewhat fine and delicate looking, covered in a light coating of fuzz. Her lower lips were parted, and her inner thighs soaking from before.

"Are you enjoying the sight, master?" She asked him, he jumped for a moment, almost caught by panic before he remembered where they were and what they were doing.

"I am." He said, looking up to her and trying to fake that she hadn't just scared the shit out of him.

She was grinning.

She knew.

Alex felt like a little boy who'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar for a moment, and then reminded himself that he was a fierce, proud master who would not falter and certainly would not allow her to get to him like that.

Totally.

One day, he'd even believe it.

Alex sigh, feeling in some way as though he had been defeated. But he bravely gathered his pride, and reached for the bag again.

"Now, it's time for you punishment."