Obedience (part six) - the discussion

[Ar****]

You’ve learned to sense Master’s mood through his choices, so you’re surprised to see a comfortable pair of jeans, a graphic tee and new tennis shoes laid out for you. Bra and panties, no lingerie.

You don them with a smile. What perverse behavior would you complete for him tonight?

A dive bar is not what you expected. It’s loud and crowded. Master is dressed down, a suit coat, tshirt and jeans. He waves you over, and you smile at the flower on your seat, a single rose.

“I owe you an apology,” he says, ordering your favorite soda. “I know we’ve discussed safeword and limits, but I never stopped to break them down with you safely. I only acted for a scene on what I presumed was a one-time event. I failed you.”

“Master?” You can’t believe your ears. “But I clearly consented, I—“

He holds up a hand. “You misunderstand me. You did nothing wrong. If anything, you’ve been exemplary. But at this point, I think it’s fair to say that we’re both interested in more than a single night’s scene. Do you agree with that assessment?”

“Yes,” you say, firmly and clearly. “I’ve enjoyed our time together and want it to continue. You’re the best dominant I’ve ever had, and I trust you, Master.”

“Theo,” he says gently. “If we’re not in a scene and in public, I’d like you to use my name, please.” The waiter returns, and he orders a burger for himself and one for you. You’re surprised he remembers your preferences. A partner hasn’t done this for you before, so simply and without show.

You enjoy a good meal together, laughing, talking, in an open, happy way. Sex rarely comes up. Theo is well-read and educated, suave and amusing, charming you into starlight.

He pays the tab against your protests—you can actually afford this restaurant—and then his smile vanishes. The warmth remains in his eyes.

“You may notice we’re not drinking tonight,” he says. “This is a question I need you to be sober and sure for. It’s too important for bribes.”

“Theo?”

He pulls a long parcel from his pocket, deceptively plain. The black box shines in the light against its red bow.

“Open it,” he says softly. You do, and gasp. A red leather collar with a single moonstone sits inside, soft and pure. The gemstone shines in the light, blue and green and white. The buckle is copper.

“A collar is a serious commitment in our community,” Theo says, a faint blush ruining his words. “It represents assurance, trust, a dynamic of love and unity. It is more than our scenes. It tells the world that you are my submissive, and it is my pleasure, my honor, to be responsible for your safety and respect, your pleasure and… your future.” His dark eyes search yours. “I don’t expect an answer tonight, if you’re not comfortable. Refusing this collar is not necessarily an end to our time, but rather a continuation of mutual pleasure….”

He stops—smiles—and looks to you.

“[your name,] will you accept my collar?”

You’re sure. You’ve been sure since the first night he met you, the crook of his smile, the light in his laugh. You’ve been sure with the care and respect he has shown you, the wild nights, the scenes in his mind.

You finger the leather with longing and a lump in your throat.

“Yes, Theo,” you say at last. Your eyes shine in the light. “Yes, I will.”

He fastens it around your willing throat, and it is done…

You are his.

[sa****]

Yum

[Th****]

Hell yeah