She stood, waiting. She was naked, of course, as I’d told her to be. Her hands were behind her back, one clasped around the wrist of the other. She looked down at her feet when she heard me enter the room.
I did not speak, just walked up to her, then around her, coming back to stand in front of her. Her eyes flickered, but she remembered not to look up. I let one finger trace down the centre line of her body, from the base of her neck down over her stomach, her navel and down.
She had shaved and her skin was smooth and soft, warm under my touch, fluttering under the touch of my fingertip. She tensed, and I heard her swallow as my finger slipped between the already-moistening lips. I let it linger there for a moment, until she pressed herself against my hand.
I moved my hand away and took a step back, watching her.
Still, she did not look up or move.
‘Good.’ I said and turned away, to the table.
The items were there on the table when she’d walked into the room. The table was right in front of her, so she could see everything on it as she undressed.
I took the leather wrists cuffs and moved around behind her. She held out her wrists as though eager for me to shackle them.
Once that was done I strolled back to the table and picked up the collar and its lock with the key still in it.
‘Look at me.’
She looked up.
I held the collar up for her to see, the bright brass lock glinting in the sunlight through the patio doors. ‘Once this goes on, it does not come off. Once you wear this, you will be mine. Do you understand?’
‘I understand.’ She nodded. ‘But I am already yours.’ She lowered her head slightly, but stretched out her neck, waiting and ready for me to collar her.