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excuse to be harsh with him, but he appeared to be taking it
very seriously indeed.
    You can't bear having to go out unmarked, can you,
Alex?
    She pursed her lips, tapping one finger against the side of
her chin.
    "Well then," she said, at last breaking the silence, "where is
your collar? Tell me."
    "It's in the bedroom," he said softly. "On the nightstand.
Shall I retrieve it, Mistress?"
    "No. I want to put it on you myself. To remind you of who owns
you, Alexander."
    A sudden, soft intake of breath was her only answer. Although
his eyes were still trained downwards, she hid a warm smile behind
her hand. So cute. He really was taking this seriously. She gentled
her voice a little as she next spoke.
    "Come here." She patted the space next to her on the futon. He
looked up at her, uncertain and hopeful.
    "Yes, Mistress," he said quietly, before obediently crossing
the room to sit beside her. His erection bobbed almost comically as
he walked.
    When he sat down beside her, she tipped up his chin with his
hands and kissed him gently on the lips. He made a small, wanting
noise in his throat and leaned into it, his hands flexing as he
resisted the desire to touch her without permission. His restraint
was admirable - it did not break even as she pushed her tongue into
his yielding mouth, coaxing a response from his own tongue,
hungrily devouring him even as she took care to avoid the sharp
tips of his fangs.
    Breaking away from the kiss, she licked once more at his lips
before suddenly sitting up and placing her hands on her
hips.
    "Unfold the futon. I am going to get your collar, and I expect
you to have the futon spread out, and to be kneeling in the center
of it with your hands behind your back, when I arrive," she said,
putting the steel back into her voice.
    He swallowed and nodded. "Yes, Mistress."
    Satisfied, she turned her back on him and went to find the
bedroom. The futon's frame creaked behind her as Alex hurriedly
pulled it out.
    It was a small apartment, designed for single occupancy, and
so it wasn't hard to find the bedroom. The collar was on the
nightstand, just as Alex had promised. Jen didn't reach for it
right away, however.
    Anticipation was an important part of this game. She could go
back out there now, collar him, and hurry things along; from the
silence in the living room she could hear that he was already done
with the futon. But it would be so much more delicious, for the
both of them, if she made him wait. She would allow him time to
process, to absorb what had happened, and to speculate on what
would happen next. How angry was she? What punishment would she
think appropriate for his transgression? Just what had she brought
with her - the whip? The crop? The paddle? What hell would she
inflict on him to take him to heaven? Those questions would be
boiling over in his mind, growing more urgent the longer he was
forced to wait for her on his knees.
    Jen let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.
She was more affected by this than she thought she'd be. She could
feel the flush in her cheeks, and the aching heat and pressure
between her legs. Going pantyless had been a good idea, this
morning. She'd only planned it to titillate Alex, but she was so
damp already - it saved her that extra bit of laundry, at
least.
    She quickly unbuttoned her overdress, tossing it carelessly on
the bed, and gave herself a last appraising look in the full-length
mirror on the wall. Sheer black stockings hugged her shapely legs,
held up by the garters that rested comfortably against her hips. A
black leather corset did very little for modesty, even if she'd had
any use for the concept tonight: it terminated just under her
breasts, offering just enough support to be comfortable without
hiding even one inch. Jen turned around, studying her reflection
from all angles, and finally nodded. It struck the right balance of
dominance and sensuality, she felt. That was a relief. It would
have been terribly inconvenient to have