It’s gotten to the point where I can’t wait until nightfall to see him, finding myself anxious all day out of my mind at work, which is unusual for me. Usually the adorable, playful dogs at the shelter can make me forget anything.
But not Isaac.
I feel guilty, knowing that I should be devoting my full attention to my dogs when I'm with them, but I can’t get my mind off Isaac. He told me I’m free not to think about him at work, but I can’t stop. He’s in my thoughts every waking second. All I can think about is pleasing him and becoming a better Slave for him. A better pet. His kitten. A small smile tips the corners of my lips up and my cheeks heat with a blush. I love how he calls me kitten.
Isaac wants me at his house under his command at all times, and he tells me every night that it would please him. I crave it, but I can’t pull the trigger. It’s so close to the fantasy I’ve been dreaming of, but I’m terrified that once I accept, it’ll turn into something terrifying. Something like my past.
The warmth leaves me, replaced with a chill that makes me hold myself, my arms crossed, my hands gripping my forearms. I can’t let that happen.
I make my way to the bed, my thin, see-through robe flowing out behind me, confident in where I’m going even under the dim light. I’ve been through these halls enough over the past week that I won’t get lost. The guards know me, and they know where I belong. Unlocking the door for me and letting me in to wait for my Master.
I suck in a deep breath as I take in my surroundings, enjoying the rich smell and all the luxurious materials in the room. I’m still not used to all this yet. It doesn’t seem real. I’m happy thinking of it as a fantasy.
I walk over and sit down on the lush bed, sighing as I gently place my palms on my upper thighs and wait for him. Isaac has forbidden me to be anywhere else inside the club without him until I wear his collar. I can only walk to his private room, and that’s it. I take in a shuddering breath at the thought of being collared again.
I don’t know why I just don’t accept his collar. He said he’ll give me one with a buckle at first. One that can be easily removed, and has no lock. But even that makes me feel uneasy. The light chain that hangs at my collarbone is bearable, but anything tight around my neck elicits more fear than pride.
I swallow thickly and try not to think about it as my mind turns toward tonight.
Yes, tonight. I’ve been looking forward to tonight.
My heart begins to race with excitement and my stomach twists with anxiety as I think about what lies ahead. Tonight Isaac’s showing me off. I’m going to be on the stage while he demonstrates subspace to the club. He’ll whip me for our shared pleasure, and bring me closer and closer to the intoxicating state. I claw my fingers into the lush bedding, needing something to cling to as my legs tremble with weakness. I’m more than ready for it. In many ways I’m excited, but in others, I’m terrified. I still have faint raised marks from the cat o' nine tails he used this past weekend. They’re nearly gone, but they’ll be replaced with new ones tonight. It’s odd how the thought of a collar causes fear, but the idea of being whipped and flogged only arouses me.
I have trust in Isaac. The pain is temporary, and quickly turns to pleasure. He doesn’t break my skin. He doesn’t hurt me to cause pain. It’s all for pleasure.
I bring a hand up to my neck as I think back to when Isaac took me to a level of pleasure so intense that I lost control of my consciousness. After over an hour of him playing with my body, doing whatever he saw fit, I was awake and aware, but I couldn’t react as I normally would. It was almost like being in a trance, my body humming with pleasure so intense that I was literally paralyzed. He commanded me not to cum anymore, but I couldn’t help myself. Worse, I couldn’t respond to him. I lay there limp on the spanking bench, feeling nothing but the tingling delight of the intense pleasure overwhelming me.
Isaac yelled at me and the whip ripped across my skin, but instead of the sharp spikes of pain I felt only moments before, I felt a rush of intense heat, lighting every nerve ending in my body aflame. My nipples pebbled and I moaned loudly attempting to move, but only weakly thrashing my head as my pussy spasmed and a warmth of fluid leaked from my hot core down my inner thigh.
“Kitten,” I remember him asking me, his voice full of a threat. “Are you deliberately disobeying me?” He growled as he gripped the hair at the base of my neck and lifted my head up.
“No,” I breathed the word, or at least that’s what I think I said. Or tried to say. “Master,” I barely whispered, pleading for his mercy and understanding. If I could have felt fear, I would have in that moment. But all I could feel was the heated pleasure and the desire for more of his touch. He raked his teeth along my neck before crashing his lips against mine, and then he lined his massive cock up with my dripping wet pussy and slammed into me so hard I screamed.
I came over and over and over as he tore into me, fucking me like he owned me. And in that moment he did. And every moment since then.
He’s given me so much. But I’ve yet to give him the one thing he’s asked for.
“Kitten.”
I gasp, as I look up to see Isaac standing in front of me, dressed in a crisp black suit, looking sexy as fuck, his gorgeous green eyes watching me with an intensity that causes me to shiver. I was so engrossed in my fantasy, I didn’t even hear him come in. “Master,” I say reverently.
“You look beautiful,” he compliments me, his voice low and filled with desire, his eyes roving over my body.
A blush burns my cheeks as I softly reply, “Thank you, Master.” I want to be perfect for him; I want to please his every need.
So why won’t you wear his collar then? Why don’t you allow him to have you when he desires? a voice in the back of my head says. My inner voice needs to shut the fuck up.
He walks toward me, each step making my breath come in faster and faster. His fingers trail along my shoulder at the edge of the silk robe. He bends down, leaving an open-mouth kiss on my neck and then a sweet, chaste kiss on my lips. I have to work hard not to lean into him. I want more. So much more.
“You’ll show yourself on the stage,” Isaac says, holding my gaze, the look in his eyes making my skin prick. It’s a statement of a fact.
“Yes, Master,” I say obediently. In his proximity, I feel nothing but desire. Overwhelmed by the urge to please him and be rewarded.
“You know that it’s safe for you to do so, and that I would never ask you to something that would cause you harm.”
“Yes, Master,” I agree. It’s essential for the demonstration. And I don’t mind. I’m proud to be used by my Master in front of them.
Isaac runs a long finger along my jawline, stopping to hook my chin with it. “You’ll be perfect tonight,” he says and his voice is overflowing with ardor, and I’m getting even more turned on by the deep cadence, my sore pussy clenching with need. “Many of the members here have no idea how to perform this act. We’ll be doing them a service in teaching them how to to do it safely.”
I nod my head, my heart racing in tandem with the want that’s pulsing my pussy.
Isaac looks like he wants to say more as he brushes my hair behind my shoulders and kisses my neck, but then he lets out a sigh. “I missed you today,” he admits.