The Agreement (Unrestrained 1)

I complied immediately, eager to try on whatever he had in the box. He was busy unwrapping it and when I was completely naked, I stood waiting, excitement building in me.

He glanced up from the contents of the box and smiled. "That's what I like to see." He came to me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against him. He kissed my neck, bit my shoulder just a bit and then stepped back.

"I got you a very nice black number," he said. "But first, there's this." Then he reached into the box and pulled out a thick black leather collar. It was lined with felt on the inside and had a silver buckle and a padlock.

"My collar," I said, reaching up to feel my neck. I smiled and held my hair up so he could put it on.

"Wait," he said, holding up a hand. "There's more to it than just putting it on. This is symbolic, Katherine, of our relationship. It signifies that you're mine, completely and totally, when you wear it. Do you understand that? Completely and totally mine."

He held my gaze, his eyes intense.

"Yes, Master," I said, my throat a bit choked. "I understand."

"Good girl," he said and kissed me. "It means no hesitation from now on when you wear it. No questioning my decisions. No avoiding what I order you to do. You obey immediately and completely without thinking or reservation. You only think of how to please me. If you don't submit fully and with pleasure to what I demand, you have to expect that I'll punish you. Up until now, we've been just playing a bit with D/s. This is serious now. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," I said a bit too quickly, eager to have him put it on.

He took my chin in his hands, and caught my eye. "Katherine, I want you to focus. Tell me what this means. When I put this collar around your neck, what does it mean?"

I inhaled, blinking. He was really serious about this part. I had to rein myself in and think clearly.

"It means I am yours totally. I obey you completely without hesitation."

He looked long in my eyes.

"Master," I said, grimacing.

"Good girl. But it's more than just a symbol of possession. It means I've chosen you and you've chosen me. I'm offering this to you – being your Dom. You've accepted with all that means. It means we're exclusive. People take collaring very seriously in the lifestyle. Do you understand how serious this is? It's not given lightly. It's not just for show."

I swallowed and looked in his eyes. He was very serious, his face almost grim.

"Yes, Master."

He nodded but kept looking at me as if searching my face for a sign that I did understand.

"Now turn around and hold up your hair."

I did and he stepped closer behind me, kissing my shoulder first, then he wrapped the collar around my neck, watching in the mirror as he

fastened the closure and secured the tiny padlock. Then he held up the key. The black leather was shiny, thick.

"Slave," he said, his voice serious. "This key is mine, just as you are mine when you wear my collar. When I put this on and close the lock, wherever we are, you must obey me immediately, and fully. No hesitation, no complaints. If you do hesitate or complain or fail to comply, I must punish you. Do you understand?"

I nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes, Master."

I examined myself in the mirror. The collar was thick, but not uncomfortable, the soft grey felt buffering the feel of the hard leather.

"You look delicious, slave. I want to eat you. In fact, I think I will eat you before we go. But first, I'm going to dress you."

Then he slipped the black leather corset dress out of the box and I stepped into it. The skirt was far too short, barely covering the tops of my nylons, and the bodice far too big, but I realized that he could tighten the corset with ties in the back.

He pulled the ties and soon, the top fit more tightly, the boned bodice pushing up my breasts, squeezing them together so that I was a bit uncomfortable.

"How's that feel?" he said, his voice a bit husky. He ran his hands over the tops of my breasts which spilled out over the leather cups.

"It's a bit tight," I said, adjusting my breasts against the leather.

"Can you breathe?"