Customer Relations

You look up at your face in the mirror. The sleek black collar fits comfortably around your neck and the shiny O-ring has an understated touch of class. You have the wild thought of what this would look like at a board meeting. With the collar on, any woman could easily ask you to do all sorts of things.

Right, the cashier. You turn to face her again as she evaluates you.

"How do you like it?"

"I think I like it quite a lot," you say, surprising yourself with how easily that came out of you. "It seems to suit me, and it's very comfortable."

She nods. "It looks good on you. I'd like to see the others, though."

A pause. "Will you do that for me?"

You swallow and nod, fighting a smile. "Yes, ma'am."

She smiles. "Too formal for me. Call me Naomi."

"Yes, Naomi. I'm Daniel." You're already removing the first collar and reaching for the next. This one is thick and ringed with short metal spikes. It's thicker and takes more effort to buckle until Naomi comes to your back and expertly collars you.

Another look in the mirror. Rich men don't normally go for the crust punk look, and the size of the collar forces you to hold your head straighter. Still, there's just something about the restrained aggression of the spikes that stirs something inside. Stray thoughts of being trained and brought to heel dance across the surface of your mind.

Naomi is looking at you quite thoughtfully now. "It suits you, but maybe not what you're wearing. Try it without your shirt."

You take up your upper clothing with obvious eagerness. Naomi's curves are making you wonder what's under those jeans and her sneakers are presenting a frustrating obstacle to your gaze. She looks at you appreciatively once the shirt and jacket are off.

"Much better. This is a collar for someone primal. You shouldn't be wearing much else when you have this on. Try the pink one next; I think it'll go with this shirt."

Naomi turns to fetch something while you obey. The pink collar is thin and has little square studs. It's cute, but you were never really a mall goth. It's comfortable to wear, though, and the delicate-looking ring makes it almost like jewelry.

"Raise your arms." It's not a question. You raise your arms while Naomi fits you with a matching net shirt. Now you look like you're off to dance 'til dawn somewhere illegal. It feels strangely freeing, though, like an invitation from a friendly stranger. You wonder what your life would be like if you had let yourself be like this.

"Now that's just adorable. You're so cute right now." Naomi is smiling at you. What choice do you have?

"I'll take all three and the shirt. What else would you recommend?"

"Oh, you definitely need a set of cuffs. These ones are safe, sturdy, and can double as accessories."

Naomi advises you through the purchase of a beginner's set of restraints, including wrist and ankle cuffs, a ball gag, and a strong leash. She advises you about safety all the while, making sure that you know how to wear and use these things without injury. She takes the last collar off and rings it through before looking you directly in the eye.

"You were a good boy for me today. Would you like a treat?"

"YES" comes out of you with surprising ****. Naomi giggles. You're glad that no one else is in the store right now.

"Come behind the counter and kneel." Naomi sits up on the counter and unlaces her shoes as you fall to your knees.