Free PrimeDefender by Ann Jacobs Page A

trash. He missed those braids which
had become an integral part of how he saw himself—a tough player making a
statement about his individuality more than one finding a convenient way to
wear his hair long and still tame his unruly curls.
    As soon as she summoned him to join her, he
would surrender his freedom, much like women in previous centuries used to hand
over total control of their lives to their husbands when they vowed love, honor
and obedience for the rest of their lives. As he prepared to go to her, he
looped the thick, black leather leash he would give her around his neck and
dropped to his hands and knees.
    I am a sexual submissive. I’m not afraid
for everyone here to know she is my Mistress and I am her loving slave.
    He repeated those words, a silent mantra,
as he crawled past a handful of his teammates, his head coach and their dungeon
playmates. When he reached the sheepskin and knelt at her feet, he bent to
place kisses on the light-brown skin of her feet and every one of her ten
delectable toes with their bright-red nail polish, dodging the white straps of
her stilettos. He set the leash on the floor at her feet. Then he raised his
upper body and, for the last time, looked her in the eye as an equal.
    “Do you want to be my slave—to love, honor
and obey me in all things?” He loved the low, mellow tone of her voice and the
warmth of her hand as she caressed the crown of his bald head while she spoke
the words they’d agreed upon in advance.
    “Yes, Mistress. I want that above all other
things.” He felt no reluctance, for they’d already signed the contract they had
written together, a document that spelled out what she was giving him as well
as what rights he was ceding to her. In a way the contract they had signed was
similar to those that couples who practiced his faith would sign before a rabbi
before their wedding. This collaring would bind him as much as any religious or
civil wedding ceremony. More than most. He lowered his gaze and focused on the
tips of his Mistress’ toes. “I am yours to do with as you will.”
    “Then I accept you as my slave and take
full responsibility for your well-being.” When she straightened, her
distinctive scent of musk and roses surrounded the area around them, alerting
him to expect a sting from the flogger. “Stand and absorb the pain from my lash
because it gives me pleasure, and feel my pleasure in your body. My beloved
slave.”
    He rose, his gaze focused at her feet.
Holding steady, he refused to wince. Truthfully, when the hot, steel-tipped
ends of the flogger bombarded his body it aroused him, something his Mistress
knew well. His cock lengthened and hardened with each bite of the metal and
leather on his flesh, until it stood out from his body as stiff as steel. His
testicles drew up in their sac, pulling against the sturdy ring in the guiche
piercing she’d commanded that he get as soon as they began considering this
commitment. When she flogged his genitals, he grew even more aroused.
    She soon took pity on him and set aside the
flogger. “Kneel, slave. You will wear my collar now.” Turning to the table, she
opened the wooden box and drew out a heavy, black collar made of supple
leather. Its long, thick metal studs caught the light from the ceremonial
candle. When she sat on the chair he bent his head forward and offered her his
neck.
    Stopping first to caress his cheek, she
then put the collar on him and fastened the buckle before placing a gold lock
into the hasp at his throat and snapping it closed. Despite the fact he deeply
wanted to be her slave, the click of metal against metal jolted him for a few
seconds, much like he imagined the clank of an iron prison gate shutting would
affect a newly convicted felon. The collar fit snugly, a symbol of his
enslavement for all to see, yet one she had promised to remove except when they
were playing in the dungeon—unless he should require punishment for some
predefined misdeed.
    As they’d