Master

I sat on the couch, with Marianne lying on her back across my lap. Her face was buried in my belly, and I was scratching her scalp softly. She was still wearing the collar, and the end of the leash was looped around my wrist.

Her sweet scent, and her warm, soft body pressed against mine, it made my skin tingle all over. I could feel her hot breath pass through my shirt and over my skin. She was trembling, and her leg was twitching slightly. I wasn’t sure but, I imagined she must have been in heaven.

I had so many questions, but I couldn’t bear to disturb her. I had agreed to her proposal before, but honestly I would probably have agreed to anything she asked me. I had no idea what being her ‘master’ was supposed to entail. Why did she ask me of all people? We hadn’t seen each other since she left for college, and even then it would be hard to say we had been friends. How long had she had that collar? She didn’t seem to have any pets. Was this supposed to be a sexual relationship? Did this mean I was her boyfriend now? The idea seemed almost impossible to me. I had been putting her on a pedestal in my mind for years after all.

I thought about testing that last premise. How would she react if I put my hands a bit lower? I wanted to, but… What if I was wrong? I would ruin my chance to spend time with her, maybe even squander my chance at actually becoming her boyfriend.

These thoughts raced through my head for about an hour, while Mary slept peacefully on my lap. Eventually she woke up, and rolled over, looking me in the eyes. She had a soft, sleepy smile. She grabbed me by the wrist and rubbed her cheeks against my hand like a cat. I rubbed her belly with my other hand. I could swear that she was actually purring.

Seeing the way she was looking at me, and the way she reacted when I touched her, I was emboldened. The hand on her belly slid lower. She gasped a bit, and I pulled my hand back, but then…

She slowly spread her legs apart, and she began kissing my fingers, still holding that hand by the wrist. I looked at her, and she looked up at me, her face a bit flushed. She stared into my eyes as she slid my index finger into her mouth. I was still nervous, but I had to admit that this situation contained no room for ambiguity.

I slid my hand down underneath her shorts. She kept sucking on my fingers. I could feel her voice reverberating through them. She responded to my touch with muffled squeaks and whimpers.

I took it a bit further, actually sliding a finger inside her. She gripped it tightly, pulsing and throbbing, pulling me deeper. She removed my other finger from her mouth and just held onto my arm. Soon she was bucking her hips and panting. She looked up into my eyes, showing me an expression I had scarcely dared to imagine. I wanted to see more. I curled my finger and tried my best to take her over the edge. She reached down with her left arm and guided me to the right spot, then she held my arm still and ground her hips against it until…

She once again lay with her head in my lap, facing my belly. She was panting, gasping for air. I just softly rubbed her back. After resting for a while, she sat upright, facing me, still in my lap.

We just stared at each other for a moment. Then she grabbed my hand and pulled it up to her head. It suddenly clicked in my mind.

“Good girl.” I said, petting her vigorously.

She closed her eyes and grinned. Then she embraced me and laid her head on my shoulder. After a while she finally spoke.

“So… is it too weird?” She asked, voice small and wavering.

“It… might take some getting used to. I agreed without really knowing what it really meant… but I don’t regret it.”

She pulled back and looked me in the face again.

“What it means?”

“Well I get that you want to be treated like a cat… or a dog? I wasn’t really sure if it was a sex thing, or if it was platonic, or…” I laughed awkwardly.

She smirked.

“You’re asking if this is an exclusive relationship?”

I felt myself growing flustered. She had seen right through me.

“Well, I mean I just… wasn’t, um, sure and…”

She leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

“You,” she said, “are my master. I belong to you. I don’t need you to take care of me in quite the same way as an animal, but I still want to act like one when we’re alone. I want you to think of me as your pet. ‘Play’ with me. Discipline me if I displease you. I’ll do anything you want me to do. All I want, is to be a good girl.”

She paused for a moment. “Does that answer your questions?” She asked.

I nodded slowly, mouth agape.

“W-well,” I said, “except for one. Why me? We barely know each other.”

She laughed.

“I do know you though. I saw you so many times when we were younger. You were a bit shy, but you were kind, and cute. A few weeks before I left for college I visited the salon, and you were there petting Caesar. That was the first time that I felt jealous of him. Later on I found this part of myself, because of that moment. Actually, I was thinking of looking around online to find someone who was into this sort of thing. I dressed up in my collar a few times and took pictures. I actually met up with one guy and… he ended up being terrible. Nothing like I was imagining. In the end, I came back to the salon, hoping you might be there, and you were. The way it felt when you were grooming me made me sure of it. I knew you would be a wonderful master. ”

I didn’t know what to say. We just looked at each other. Finally I nodded.

“I think I understand. But does that mean…”

“Yes, you’re my boyfriend.” She said with a smirk.

I couldn’t stop smiling after that.

The next day, she sent me a picture of herself in her collar, and nothing else. The collar had something new. A red metal tag in the shape of a heart. There was an engraving on it. It said “Adrian.”