My Thoughts

Come here puppy. I haven't taken care of you in a very, very long time. And it seems my little beasty is rearing it's ravenous head. I've noticed you have not come to collect the rent. Is it because the last time I had you bent over the counter? Can I help that your adorability just draws this little beast out.

The temperature right now is 80° and you come into my view wearing shorts that shows that ample ass that I like to bite and a T-shirt that will be ripped to shreds.

“You see that is why I do not collect the rent from you anymore. The person I hired to collect the rent up and quit. So I had to come and collect. I am telling you stay away because what happened in the past is not going to happen again. Now can you please hand me the rent.”

You look so yummy right now. Are you sure you didn't have a good time the last time you visited me to get the rent? I mean your body was like yes and your mouth was saying Oh my God. That sounds like a good time to me.

“Laney please let me get the rent.”

It's on the counter

“The last time you said it was on the counter I was completely naked. I think we need to keep this professional, so can you go and get me the money.”

All right.

[As Laney walked over to the counter. Justin watched her walk away as he  use to do when he collected the rent. Several thoughts ran across his mind. 1) it is way early and no one would know. 2) the last time they had their encounter he dreamed about it for months. 3) he is completely free from any obligations for the next few hours. 4) she's the only one he allowed to touch him the way she did. 5) the most important of them all. He's single not like last time.]

Click

Ohh is that the door closing or was I just dreaming that you finally stepped inside.

“Laney let me be clear about this. You caught me off guard the last time and I allowed you to take advantage of me because you seemed to be in a weird state of mind. But that's not how it's going to go this time.”

Ohh?

[Laney turned to him with fire in her eyes and stalked him as if he was an enemy and she what's going to take him down. Justin remembered how ravenous she was the last time and was prepared to counteract and take control. But what she did threw him off. She leaned in and instead of capturing his mouth for a kiss, she went to his throat bit and sucked it. The woman has so many different tactics to unravel him. She pulled back off his skin with a pop and stared him in his eyes]

Justin, you think I have not been keeping track of you. I know you're not with anyone so my beast is going to mark you, not only on your neck. On your nipples, in the center of your chest, around your belly button, The V where your hips are, and I'm going to suck so hard it on the tip of your cock you're going to beg for me to stop. But I won't because I want it to be so sensitive that when I take you inside you're going to say “What the fuck.”

(to be continued..)

It has taken me over a month to put our ceremony together. I come home each night, and I can see how Emmanuel is changing before my eyes. Instead of me prodding and pushing to find out how he was today, he volunteers the information.

He went to visit his family for a week in upstate New York. During that time, I didn't contact him on purpose. I didn't assign him to call me or contact me as well. There's one thing about having someone open up to you and want to be with you, and this is another thing about someone wanting to use you as a crutch.

When he was away for the week, the package came. It was perfectly timed as well. A long, sleek box made of velvet. Once you open what was inside, you would catch your breath. Emmanuel did not like anything around his neck. But he wanted to be mine, and he wanted everyone to know.

What was inside was a bracelet. Not any bracelet that you can get in a department store. This bracelet was created just for him. I had to call in a few favors to have this done in a rush. Black rings of tungsten I secured with thick black leather. On the leather on the side where no one can see, there are several dates that are significant in our relationship.

The date we met, the date he agreed to be mine, the day he broke under my care, the date that he felt comfortable enough and secure enough that he walked around without any clothes on, and finally, the last date. The date of his collaring.

There is a smaller box right next to the long one, and that is the one that he will place on my index finger. Small tungsten loops, one rectangular leather link, with one black diamond that matches the diamond on the date of his collaring.

Normally, a collaring is intimate and between two people. Emmanuel said he wanted others to know. On a Friday night, I was in my most dominating outfit, black with a red corset and high heels. He wore a black shirt that was sheer and leather pants. He made me laugh when he came out with cowboy boots because of the running joke we had with each other

He felt that he was an urban cowboy, and I was the mistress who always put him in his place. We walked through the doors of the cage, and our closest friends greeted us. I already spoke with the management, and it was close to the time when we would be on center stage. I looked at Emmanuel and said, “We can always turn back and do this in private.”

“No more hiding, and I want you to do a scene with me in front of everyone.” He said, looking me straight in the eyes.

I was hoping he was not rushing into all these things. There's one thing about walking nude in front of me and breaking a phobia, and there's a whole other thing about doing a scene in front of all of our friends. I was looking in his eyes, I knew he was resigned to do this, and I was so honored to have found him.

As the spotlight hit the stage, we both walked up and everyone went silent. I started to speak of words of overwhelming gratefulness for finding a sub that understands my wants and needs. The speech went a little longer than expected, and at the end, everybody clapped and whooped and hollered. Turning to Emmanuel, I pulled out the long rectangular box and handed it to him so he could open it, and when he saw the bracelet, you could tell that his heart was beating a mile a minute, and the smile that came across his face was one of pure joy.

Taking out the bracelet, I told him to hold out his left arm and I clasped it on his wrist. In my second pocket, I took out the ring box and gave it to him for him to see what was in it. This is unusual. A master collars a submissive. But to show that I am completely genuine to this relationship, I will allow him to place this ring that matches his bracelet on my finger

Once he took the ring out with shaky fingers, he placed it on my pointer finger, and I held his hands in mine and said out loud that everybody could hear. “You all have witnessed this claiming, and I dare you to ever come and approach what is mine.”

Once that statement was said, everyone stood and applauded and went to the stage, giving us hugs and patting us on the back. The night ended with me putting him through a scene in front of all our friends, and that was the best day of our lives.