The Perfect Gift

With a kiss of my cheek and a squeeze of my bum Briana scoops up her clothes and heads out of the room to grab a shower. From the bed I cannot see out the door into the main room but I can certainly hear my ladies hooting and giggling at Bri’s emergence all naked and sweaty. With one last glance back toward me she blushes then closes the door behind her. I lay in the bed, a single sheet pulled up across my waist, enjoying the afterglow and the feeling of being well fucked while I wonder who they’d send in next. Not long after I hear the shower start again there comes a soft knock on the door, so soft I nearly miss it.

I smile. “Come in, Mia.”

“Oh!” I chuckle as I hear her peep on the other side before the door slowly opens up and she slips inside, quickly closing the door behind her. “How did you know it was me, Sir?”

My hands behind my head I say confidently. “I always know when it’s you, Princess.”

“Heather told me I should go next.” She says. “Before you became too soft to be my Sir.”

By soft I knew she wasn’t talking about my dick. She was referring to my mental state and the mellow, docile state their cum put me in when they came inside my ass. I was feeling the effect already after Bri, enough to feel loose and at ease, but not so much yet to leave me a ‘soft boy’. Leave it to Heather to be looking out for Mia and I in ways neither of us had even thought about, right under Rebecca’s nose no less. God I loved that woman.

She continues. “She told me to stand up and insist as you promised me time today, and so I did. I had to fight for this place, Sir.” She bows her head in a gesture of humility, though I saw the pride she had in herself right now and it was beautiful. Her voice a whisper she says. “I fought for you.”

I sit up and turn toward her, the sheet still across my crotch though my legs were now free as my feet reached the floor. Looking at Mia proudly I say. “Good girl!”

She giggles and her smile brightens.

With her clasping her hands in front of her, her big green eyes twinkling behind her glasses and bouncing on the balls of her feet in excitement she could not contain her fawning smile melts my heart. Taking a moment I admire the incredible young woman I had in front of me. By any measure she was special, even among this family. Her luscious brown skin was the least of the characteristics that made her stand out. This soft-speaking, mild-mannered, conservatively dressed, loyal and loving, classically trained violinist was at her heart a rebel. Julie was loud and brash and like hardcore sex, but she couldn’t hold a candle to Mia for being the family maverick. While Lily too broke the mold her uniqueness was sexuality based, her preference for women was as baked into who she was as much as her height and the fact she was right-handed. Mia’s was more subversive. Mia’s was kink in the best way. Beneath that cute and innocent facade beat the heart of a truly passionate submissive. In a race of dominants she dared to live life on her own terms. I could only admire the courage.

As she patiently stands there staring at me like I was some kind of god, awaiting my command with a VERY naughty twinkle in her bright green eyes, I recalled the things that Rebecca and Roger had said to me about helping Mia to find her commanding instincts. At the time I had understood their reasoning and I even sympathized, but now that Mia was here with me…I couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t do it. To try turn this sub into a domme would be to grind off one of the facets that made her such a unique and shining jewel. Beyond that, Mia didn’t want it. She’d told she knew what her parents were planning and that she didn’t want it. To me, by insisting on embracing her submission was a kind of dominance in itself. She knew what she wanted from me as much as the others did and she was set on getting it. Maybe, just maybe, when Mia did bond with her forever man she could find her dominance with him…and I could remain her Sir. But those were issues for another time.

I am just about to speak when the tension gets too much for Mia and she blurts. “I-I brought something. For you. Or…for me. For us? I don’t know. I don’t know if you’ll even like it, Sir.” Shaking her head she is suddenly flooded with uncertainty. “I shouldn’t have. I was presumptuous. I’m sorry, Sir. Never mind…”

“Hold on, Princess.” I say warmly in my deep ‘Sir’ voice. “Let me see what you’ve brought.”

She nods, her brown cheeks darkening a shade as she reaches into the pocket of her skirt. She was simultaneously nervous and excited as she pulls out…a slender pink woven nylon dog collar. She offers it to me. As I take it from her she hurriedly pulls another item from the opposite pocket, a tightly coiled leash that matched the collar in both color and material. I cannot help but smile. These were not the bespoke items of kink like in Rebecca’s dungeon, these had clearly been purchased at a pet store somewhere. In my mind’s eye I could picture Mia being intimidated away from a sex store, or perhaps not even considering going to such a place, and going to a pet store instead. For some reason that only made this more precious in my eyes. I hook the clip onto the shiny steel ring at the back of the collar then unclip it again before turning the collar to the front to see that there dangled a name tag. ‘Princess’.

Mia, her hands gripping at her skirt, swallows hard and stammers. “I overstepped m-my place. I should have let you. I j-just thought…”

“Mia.” I say. “I love it.”

“You do?” Her eyes widen.

“Yes. I do.” With my foot I pat the spot on the floor between us. “Kneel.”

“Yes Sir.” She goes from standing to kneeling faster than gravity could have taken her. On all fours, but resting on her feet beneath her skirt, she peers up at me with those huge green eyes and nibbles at her plump bottom lip. “Like this?”

I give a single authoritative nod. “Just like that. Good girl.”

Unclasping the collar to open it up I lean forward to put it on my Princess. Mia is literally trembling at my touch, her breathing ragged as her lust and passion rage within her. With purposeful slowness I wrap the collar around her slender neck. It was no surprise to me to find it had already been sized just right to fit snug but not tight. With a quiet plastic click I collar Mia.

“Hah!” She gasps, her body sort of heaving and her fingers clawing into the floor as what was clearly a fantasy of hers becomes reality. “I’m…yours.”

“You are mine.” I confirm.

“Ohhhh.”

Gently straighten the collar and pull her soft, curly black hair away from her neck so I could see it clearly. There at the front, dangling below her throat, her shiny name tag glints. I give her head a pet. Closing her eyes she leans into my hand. And then I take the clip of the leash and attach it to the ring of her collar. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman smile so hard.

Looking into her eyes I say. “I love it. The perfect gift from the perfect Princess.”

She swoons, leaning forward to lay her head on my lap she whispers. “Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome.” I hunch down and kiss her head. Then, with a little tug of the leash, I say. “Shall we go for a little walk?”

Popping back up again, grinning from ear to ear, she nods with ebullient enthusiasm, her glasses bouncing on her nose as her curly hair bobbed.