Under His Influence (Love Under Lockdown)

“Do I put it on, or do you?” I asked him.

“I do, but I need you to take your clothes off first.”

The authoritative tone was back in his voice and I loved it.

My whole body tingled with nerves and anticipation.

“Yes, sir.”

Slowly, I stood from my chair and started undressing. Outside a locker room, no one had seen me naked in years. And I had never been with a guy. I hadn’t wanted to give my virginity away to just anyone.

With Seth, it felt different. It felt right. Special.

“Turn around,” he said.

I obeyed, turning to face the wall, though I could hear the creak as he stood and picked up the collar, getting ready to put it on me.

“Do you accept me as your master, and vow to obey me in all things?” he asked me.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, master,” I whispered.

“Do you forfeit all personal control and autonomy, entrusting your body, as well as your well-being, entirely to me?”

“Yes, master.”

The cool, smooth vinyl embraced my neck as he put the collar on me.

“I hereby claim you as my pet, to be trained as I see fit.”

The collar buckled shut and I was his. In every way I knew and with everything I had. I would give it all to him gladly.

I didn’t even flinch as his hand grazed over my pussy, sending a wave of pleasure through me. I wanted it. I wanted his touch and all the joy he saw fit to bring me.

But he wasn’t going to give it to me right now.

“Time for work,” he said, stepping away.

I stifled a whimper, hoping for so much more, but then he took my hand and led me back up the stairs and everything again seemed normal with the world. Except for the fact that my boss had just touched my pussy and claimed me by putting a collar on me that I was still wearing.

The office looked a lot like the one at work, only this one at his house didn’t have a bit bay window and the desk was up against a wall, with the stereo right next to it. Seth led me to the desk, sitting me down on the chair.

Taking control of the computer, he opened a new document file and put a pair of headphones around my neck, on top of the collar. I stayed still like a good pet, waiting for my master’s instructions.

“Piled on the stereo is a stack of demos. I want you to go through them, writing notes on your thoughts as you listen,” he instructed me. “Include your thoughts on whether you think they should be signed to Suspicious Activity, and explain why or why not. They have all already been through the initial elimination and made it to the short list.”

“Yes, master.”

“I don’t want you to leave this room, to leave this chair, until I come back for you. Do not look away from the computer except to change CDs.”

“Yes, master.”

He was gone, and that sucked, but I had my instructions. My master had a job for me to do, and I was determined to make him proud of me.

The work went faster than I thought. It was a bit slow-going at first, but I was soon putting down my thoughts in the most efficient way, fitting essays into paragraphs of actual text, since each of the demos were only two to four songs long.

It actually became quite enjoyable after a while. At least until the work was done. Then I just sat there, watching the blink of the thin line, waiting for my master to return.

“Finished already?” he finally came in and asked me.

I nearly melted at the sound of his voice. It was all I could do not to hug him, something he hadn’t given me permission for and that was thereby forbidden, at least in my mind. With one hand massaging the back of my neck, and the other working the scroll wheel on the mouse, Seth checked over my work.

“Very good, pet. Very good indeed,” he said. “This will be quite helpful. I think you deserve a reward.”

Honestly, his praise was reward enough, but I wasn’t about to say that. I was his to use and if he wanted to reward me, I was in no position to argue. Nor did I really have any desire to.

My eyes opened up as he kissed me soft on the lips. More from surprise than anything. Making out was never big on my list of extracurriculars, either in high school or college, so it was mostly guesswork to me.

Even so, Seth seemed satisfied with my performance. At least in the way that he never corrected me.

Mostly, I just followed his lead and tried to keep up. After moving down to my chin, he worked his way down my neck, going over the collar on his way to my chest. He took his time there, giving each of my breasts lots of tender loving care, sucking one, while making sure to massage the other, nearly making me cum from the sensations on my nipples alone.