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“What do you mean you fucked **** and now you’re bonded? That literally makes absolutely no sense Xavier!” shouted Alexis.

“You’re telling me! This literally only happened a few days ago, how do you think I’m dealing with this?” I screamed back at her, matching her volume.

“Well, uh, you know-, it must be pretty badly if you’re making shit like this up….” Alexis waffled.

“M-Making stuff up? You think I’m making this shit up?” I stuttered.

“Alexis, when have I ever lied to you?” I continued.

“My brother in Christ, you literally lied to me the other day” she laughed.

“Okay, fine, apart from that one random time when have I ever lied to you?” I pouted.

“You know what I think? I think someone got a little bit more hurt than he thought from his accident” Alexis muttered, walking over to me.

“I think someone’s head a got a little bit bumped in the car accident and your dreams were a bit too vivid after the whole ordeal” she said in a childlike tone, softly grabbing my neck, her other hand ruffling through my hair and gently caressing my scalp.

“Did wickle Xavier bump his wittle head in the accident?” she cooed.

She continued caressing my head with her hand while gently grabbing my neck more and more, her nails digging slightly into my skin leaving gentle marks, gentle reminders while pulling me into her while whispering about how neglected I had been since the ordeal, how I needed someone to pull me out of my delusions, someone like her to make me feel better. She moaned deeply into my ear while convincing me that I needed her.

“I know I tease you all the time, but this time is different. You know, ever since I got here, I’ve felt like I’m being pulled towards you, I know you’re one of my best friends, and I know I tease you incessantly, but I think it’s time for me to stop teasing. We’ve known each other for so long, and I know I’ve always said that this could never happen, but I feel like I need to protect you more. I need to protect you even more than I had to before. You’re different now, you’re physically different, your moods have changed, your body is different” she rubbed her hands down my chest before sniffing my neck “you even smell different, you smell delicious.” She licked her lips.

“Something has changed. The way you hold yourself, the way you talk. You’ve changed, Stick.” Her words barely making a whisper.

Alexis slowly backed away from me, her hands grabbing the zip of her jacket and quickly unzipping it. She quickly removed her arms from the sleeves and threw it on the floor with complete disregard. It tumbled from her hands and laid flat on the ground as she tried to remove more of her clothes. Her hands tugged urgently at the bottom of her t shirt, her nails turning white from digging into the skin of her hand.

Everything was happening so quickly I could barely understand what she was talking about. What had happened after the accident? We were used to teasing each other all the time at school and university but it was never going to happen. We had always said it was never going to happen, it was never meant to happen. How had this changed now?

“Stop.” I exclaimed.

Alexis looked at me, her green eyes shining like emeralds in an ocean of white. Tears tumbled down her cheeks, her mind going to the darkest places possible, half expecting me to refuse her due to our history, worried about my answer. My answer had been known ever since I was little. I knew exactly what I was going to tell her.

I stood up and removed her hands from her shirt, letting it drop back down along her pale chest. My hand softly stroked her stomach. I knew what she wanted and had known for a while what she wanted, especially what she expected from her partner. We had often talked about, or rather joked about it times during university. She was never someone to shy away from the things she had done with other guys, or rather the things she had wanted to do with other people, but she had always been afraid of their reactions, or even them rejecting her.

“Kneel” I commanded, my voice strong and assertive.

Her legs turned to jelly. As she fell to the floor a guttural groan escaped her lips coming deep from inside her, confirming this was what she wanted.

I shuffled around my room, knowing exactly what I needed in this situation. A few years ago, when I was still with my ex-girlfriend, who you might hear about in the future (no promises), we had flirted with the idea of some light BDSM gear. On a whim I had bought some stuff online, but we never had the occasion to try any of the different stuff out, so let’s just say they were practically brand new. I had put them someplace in my bedroom where people wouldn’t come across them if they visited, but I couldn’t seem to remember where I had put them. I scanned around my room, peering at my black bed, slap bang in the middle of my bedroom, Alexis kneeling off to the side.

I walked around, inspecting the different objects in my room. My bedside table, a pure white, cluttered with various bits and bobs on top and a drawer containing anything and everything I could fit in there. I was pretty sure it wasn’t there. I continued eyeing up my room, looking at three shelves that adorned my green walls, filled with books, Harry Potter, the Bible, The Call of Cthulhu, such a wide variety. And then it hit me. My family had been visiting a while ago and I had moved the toys behind my bed. I trudged to the headboard of my bed, pulling on it quickly, releasing the bag of toys that was sandwiched between the wall and the bed. As they tumbled to the floor, I grabbed the drawstring of the bag and emptied them onto the bed.

I grabbed the bag of toys and emptied them onto the bed. Buttplugs, ropes, nipple clamps, a whip, a ball gag and multiple collars tumbled from the bag. Alexis’ eyes flicked towards the bed as the items tumbled from the bag, her breath caught in her throat and between her legs began to moisten.

I turned my gaze back to Alexis and softly told her “Choose”.

She slowly got off her knees and quicker than I expected, grabbed one of the collars. She looked at me, eyes glistening and shining. She had often talked to me about being collared, it was one of her fantasies, but she could never go through with it because it either didn’t feel right, or the person just wanted to use her. She wasn’t just some whore, after all.

She wouldn’t let those other guys collar her, no. She needed someone strong, someone she could trust, someone who she had a connection with. Someone who when she offered herself to him, she would feel it in her bones. She would know it was a divine sign. When she chose the collar and looked at Xavier, she knew. A light filled her inside and bliss spread to the extremities of her body. Her fingers and toes tingled as she prepared to offer her mind, body and soul to Xavier. He was the one. He always was the one. He was the one who would collar her, he was the one she would bond herself to forever.

Her mind flashed back to when she had first met him, back when they were only children. Xavier’s mother used to babysit both of them after school when Alexis’s mother was still at work. She remembered watching cartoon network on the TV. She would lightly bully Xavier by pushing, pinching and finally ending up laughing with him. She remembered the times they would play rugby, badminton and table tennis in school, both of them being fiercely competitive would always bring a relentless competition between them, one of them always being one step ahead of the other.

She remembered the first time he admitted to her that he had a crush on someone, and it wasn’t her. She remembered the feeling of her heart shattering into a million pieces. She remembered the many months it took to get over that heartbreak. She remembered high school and accepting that it just wasn’t going to happen, watching the other girls fly around Xavier like a pack of vultures, looking for scraps as she fended them off. And now as she looked at him, she realized it had all led to this. It had all led to finally getting what she wanted. She was finally submitting to him and becoming his.

She put the collar back into my hands and said, “I need this.”

I stared at the collar in my hands, admiring the feel of the black leather against my fingers, tracing the words “Slut” that were embedded on it with fake diamonds. I pulled open the latch on the collar and wrapped it around her neck, tight enough that it stuck to her skin, but loose enough that she could still breathe. A blue light appeared around her neck before shining brightly and pulsing slowly, getting faster and faster until it shone throughout my room and blinded us both. This was more than a ritual just between us. Someone else had their hand in this. A voice echoed in my mind, resembling my own but still quite different, “finish the ritual and bind her forever”.

“And now you are mine, bonded we are, eternally” I proudly declared.

Upon hearing these words, Alexis melted. Her knees buckled and she fell to the floor. Her mouth opened forming an O shape as she writhed around on the floor. Guttural moans escaped her mouth. She had never felt so much pleasure in her life, it was as if Xavier was pleasuring every single part of her, inside and out.

I grabbed a leash from my bed and bent down to the floor and quietly clicked it onto her collar. She was still gently shaking and whimpering from the pleasure that I had caused from collaring her. I’d never seen something, or rather someone gain so much pleasure from just being collared. I know I had said some stuff about getting powers and building a harem, but that was pretty much on a whim. Then again, I already had Angela, Valkyria was pretty much my second, my second what…. Angela and I were bonded for life, so I guess she is my life partner? What would Valkyria be? My second in command? If Valkyria was my second in command, what would Alexis be? My submissive slut? She wore that word on her neck, but she would never just be a slut to me. I guess I’d have to sort that out later.

Even if she wanted this so much, she shouldn’t have acted like that. I’d have to talk to Angela and Valkyria about this.

A whimper interrupted my daydreaming. “Master…” whispered Alexis.

“I’m here Alexis. I’ll always be here.” I answered her whimpers.

“Finish claiming me Master” she begged.

I pulled her upwards, making her stand as my hands snaked up her waist, caressing her hips and slowly lifting her shirt revealing her full breasts hidden behind her blue bra. Her face blushed quickly as I discarded her black shirt on the floor. I must say, her shirt looked a lot better on my bedroom floor than on her.

I gently unbuckled the belt that held up her jeans and pulled them down, past socks decorated with green frogs. There she stood in front of me, as pure as God had made her, beautiful as ever. I paced around her, building the suspense, feeling her breath quicken after each step I made. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a pair of scissors from the drawer. No more would she hide her beauty from me. No more would she hide her beauty from the world. She was mine and everyone would know that this angel is owned. This angel is my submissive slut. This angel is collared. Her breath caught in her throat as I snipped her bra straps, watching the pieces of cloth fall to the floor. I continued snipping, reducing her panties to shreds, watching them tumble off her skin as she barely spread her legs. I placed the scissors back into the drawer, then while standing behind her gently cupped her pale breast.

A squeak escaped her lips as I used her body. I moved around her again, inspecting her body, inspecting what I now owned. I grabbed her other breast as her legs trembled. It felt so full in my hand, yet so soft. I gently twisted her nipple around between my fingers as her breath quickened. I had no idea how many times she had cum since the start of our ordeal, but the puddle at her feet and the streaks down her legs gave me an idea.

The fingers on my left hand moved south and gently teased her pussy, nearly sliding into her due to the lubrication. “Fuck it” I thought and slipped in three fingers. Alexis crumbled as I held her up by her tit and pussy. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t move anymore, slut. You wanted to be mine, you’re now mine forever” I whispered in her ear.

“Well, well well, who is this my love?” a voice murmured in the depths of my mind. “A new toy for us to play with?” the voice continued.

“Not for you beloved, this slut if mine, she’s given herself, body and mind to me” I answered.

“Well, you better hurry up then, because Valkyria and I will soon be done, and we’ve got a lot to talk about…” She continued.

I was on the clock then. My soul dancer would soon be joining me, and I didn’t want her to interrupt our first bonding between Alexis and myself.