“My arms are okay.”
“What is it?”
“I’m…I’m…” Anna was at a loss for words. She wouldn’t have had any trouble telling him she was aroused in the heat of a scene, but somehow lying here, helpless, made it seem like a strange thing to say.
After a moment of silence, his hand slid from hers, across her belly to the mound of her sex. Anna parted her legs. He dipped his fingers in.
“You’re soaked. I didn’t think you liked overnight bondage.”
“I don’t.”
“Really?” He rubbed her clit and Anna arched up off the bed.
Master Jensen cupped her pussy, his palm over her mound, two fingers nestled between the lips of her sex, the others alongside the outer lips. He dragged his pillow next to hers, and lay down on his side. “Go to sleep, Anna.”
“Like this?”
“Yes.”
Within minutes Jensen was asleep, his hand cupping her sex. It was a long time before Anna joined him.
Anna jerked awake. She’d tried to roll over, but her legs wouldn’t straighten out. After a minute of maneuvering, she realized that at some point she’d curled up, and Jensen had attached the straps from the sleeves to the ankle restraints, essentially hogtying her.
He was sleeping beside her, lying on his back with his head turned away. She tugged until the straps slipped free and she was able to straighten her legs. Lying on her back she stared at the ceiling.
Quiet mornings were hard for her—they allowed for too much thinking. Anna usually fell into bed exhausted at night, so mornings were when her mind raced. It didn’t help that she’d been in the middle of a bad dream, the same one she’d had for years.
In the dream, she was sitting in a stiff plastic chair in a waiting room. That was the whole dream—waiting. Waiting for news, waiting for her heart to break.
Anna closed her eyes, willing away the memory, and the accompanying feelings. She was here now, getting what she needed. Jensen was right beside her.
But she could still remember the smell of that waiting room—coffee and old paper. She’d sat in a plastic chair until her legs went numb. She’d lied to get in there, saying she was the soldier’s fiancée, instead of his ex-girlfriend. She’d been in her final year of law school at the time and she couldn’t help but run through the ramifications if she were caught lying to the US Army. Eighteen hours after she’d gotten the terrifying phone call, and fifteen since she’d arrived at the base, a trim woman in a frumpy suit had stopped in to tell her that the boy she loved was alive. She’d pressed her hands over her face and sobbed, finally pulling herself together enough to ask when she’d be able to see him.
They were college sweethearts who’d carried their relationship over as he went off to the army, fulfilling his ROTC obligation. She’d worked at a non-profit for a year after graduation before starting law school. He’d come back from his first tour tired and bitter, mumbling about shitty equipment and even shittier maintenance plans. She’d listened, but hadn’t really heard, too wrapped up in the drama of her first year of law school. Over the course of the next year, they’d grown apart. Anna had slipped into the polished, wealthy world of law, while the boy she loved struggled and slogged through war zones, piloting helicopters.
The last time she’d seen him she’d dragged him to a cocktail party, despite the fact that he was due back at the base early the next morning. The firm she wanted to work for was hosting the party, and she needed to make an impression if she was going to land the all-important summer internship. She’d wanted to show off her handsome US Army Lieutenant. In the world of trim lawyers he was a gladiator, his height and imposing physique making him seem like a god among mortals.
He’d been quiet and standoffish, finally telling someone point blank that the thing they were talking about was stupid. The night had ended with them screaming at each other, all the differences that now separated them mounting up like a wall neither one was willing to scale. He’d packed his things and left. Anna cried herself to sleep, and by the time she woke up the next morning it was too late—he was already in transit to the Middle East.
Eighteen months later she’d received a call from the Army. He hadn’t updated his emergency contact information, and when the phone call woke her, some instinct had kept her from revealing that they hadn’t spoken in eighteen months. He’d been in a helicopter crash and was being brought home for medical treatment. She’d jumped in her car and raced down to Camp Pendleton, tears streaming down her face.
That was three years ago.
Anna turned her head, looked at Jensen’s scarred back. As if he felt her looking, he rolled over, rubbing a hand over his face. He blinked, then frowned.
“Anna? You okay, love? You hurting?”
“I’m okay.”
“You’re crying.”
“I am? I didn’t realize.”
“What’s going on?” He undid the buckles on her left arm.
“I was having a bad dream.”
His fingers stilled. “The waiting room dream?”
“Yes.”
He pulled the sleeves off her. “Come here.”
Anna cuddled against his side, breathing in his scent. He let her rest there for a while, but then his hand stroked her from collar bone to hip, fingers bumping over her nipple. “Anna, you haven’t been addressing me properly.”
From one breath to the next, Anna’s mood went from melancholy to excited. “I’m sorry, Master.”
He rolled her onto her belly, stroking her back and ass. “I can still see the marks from the abrasion. I like it.”
“I liked it too, Master.”
“And this?” His hand slipped between the cheeks of her ass, rubbing her anus. Anna sucked in a breath.
“I’m sore, Master.”
“But did you like it?”
“Yes, Master.”
He bent and kissed her ass. “I’m sorry you’re sore. I’m afraid I’m still going to use you here. I want to see a large plug in you.”
“Yesterday’s was large.”
“Not large enough.” He dipped his fingers into her pussy, wetting them, then slipped one finger into her ass. Anna winced, then moaned and lifted herself, inviting more of the sweet torment.
“It’s really your fault.” He pulled his finger free and slid from the bed to sit in a large plush chair.
Anna watched his hard cock bob as he walked. “What’s my fault?”
“Your ass is far too fine to be ignored.”
“The fact that I suffer through squats three times a week to have this ass means it’s my fault that you’re obsessed with it?”
“Yes. Come here, Anna.”
She slid from the bed, stretching her stiff muscles as she did.
“Over my knee.”
Biting her lip, she obeyed, draping herself over his knee, with her elbows and legs resting on the seat of the wide chair. He rubbed her legs, massaging his way up to her butt. He kneaded the globes, pulled them apart to examine her rear entrance.
“We have a long day ahead of us.”
Smack.
He spanked her left ass cheek.
“One. Thank you, Master.”
“After I’m done spanking you, I’m going to lock you in a chastity belt, so no one can get at that pretty pussy.”
Smack.
“Two. Thank you, Master.”
“Then I’m going to send you to hang out with the other subs while I get ready.”
“Get ready for what, Master?”
“What fun would it be if I told you?”
“I don’t think that would be fun.”
Smack, smack, smack.
“I think it’s more fun to surprise you.”
Anna groaned. She’d lost count, but she didn’t think it mattered. He continued to lazily spank her as they talked, alternating between hard swats and soft taps.
“And before you leave I’m going to write a big ‘A’ on your breast.”
“Yes, Master.”
“You never know, maybe I’ll change my mind about auctioning you off for charity. This pretty ass would bring big bucks at auction.”
“You’d…sell me, Master?” A strange mix of horror and arousal slid through her.
Jensen lifted and turned her so she straddled him. He leaned back into the chair. Anna sank down onto his cock, sighing in pleasure as it filled her. His eyes closed, jaw clenching. Bracing her hands on the back of the chair she rode him, pleasuring him.
“Sell you?” he said, after a few minutes. “No, you’re not my slave, and I don’t want you to be. But I’d auction you off. I’d put you on display, let everyone look at you. Then I’d buy you for myself.”
“What if someone outbid you?”
Jensen grabbed her by the hair, pulling her forward and capturing a nipple in his mouth. He bit her. Anna yelped.
“I’d fucking kill them. Then I’d spank you for making me spend so much damned money.”
“You’d punish me…because you put me up for auction.”
“Exactly. Get off. On your knees.”
Anna grabbed his shoulders, hating the order. She wanted his cock in her.
“Anna. On your knees.” His tone was pure steel.
“Yes, Master.” She climbed off him, her pussy clinging to his cock. He scooted forward and she took him into her mouth. Her sex throbbed. Wrapping one hand around the base, she licked the tip, then nibbled her way down the shaft before sliding her lips over him. She knew what he liked, knew how to bring him release. Within minutes he was groaning, hands tight in her hair as he came in her mouth. When it was done, he went to his bag, coming back with the chastity belt.
“Master, I don’t get to come?”
He grinned. “No, you don’t.”
“I’ll go insane.”
“You have ten minutes in the bathroom. Don’t touch your clit.”
Anna used the restroom, brushed her teeth and then put on her makeup. Her pussy throbbed, her body still hoping for the orgasm she craved.
“I was fast,” she said as she emerged.
“You always are when you think you might get an orgasm.”
“And do I, Master?” She stopped in front of him.
Master Jensen forced her legs apart. “No. I want you riled up and thinking of me while you wait.”
The chastity belt was made of a curved, flat piece of hard plastic, shaped like a teardrop and covered in leather. It was positioned over her sex and held in place by metal-studded straps. The narrow end of the hard piece was positioned between her legs, covering the entrance to her sex. He fastened it, making sure the rear strap was wedged firmly between the cheeks of her ass.
“Bring me something I can write on you with.”
Walking carefully, Anna went to the bathroom. The chastity belt actually provided some stimulus. It was pressed against her in a way that made her intensely aware of her pussy lips rubbing over her clit, but she knew it wouldn’t be enough to make her orgasm.
She brought him waterproof liquid eyeliner. He looked at it the way he would a grenade. Anna hid her smile and opened it for him. He drew a large black “A” on her breast, then turned her and wrote something on her ass.
“Master?” she twisted, trying to see what was there.
“I added my initials, just in case.”
“Yes, Master.”
“I have one more thing. You’re not going to like it.” Master Jensen picked up a posture collar off the table.
Anna fell back a step. “M-master?”
“I know you. After an hour you’ll start thinking about your life outside of here. I don’t want that. I want you to feel and know that the waiting is part of the game.”
“But the belt—”
“The chastity belt is for me, so I know no one can touch you. The collar is for you.”
Anna curled her hands into fists, fighting the urge to refuse him.
“Come here, Anna.”
“Master, please. I won’t—”
“I gave you an order. I will have you caged and collared if you’re having trouble remembering who is in charge here.”
“No. Master.”
“Lift your hair.”
With trembling fingers, Anna lifted her hair away from her neck. The posture collar was prettier than most, with bands of metal connected to plates at the front and back. The plate at the back had a hinge, while the front had a series of metal closures. He slid it around her neck and closed it with a small click. It was wider in front, dipping down to touch the top of her breastbone.
“You will be careful while you wear this.”
“Yes, Master.”
He pulled a small Allen-wrench-like key from his pocket and used it to screw the fastenings together. There were no buckles, no safety latches. He’d fastened her in and only the key he held could get her out. Anna trembled, her eyes on the far wall. The posture collar kept her chin raised a fraction higher than was comfortable. She could still talk, and turn her head a limited amount.
“Look at me.”
Anna met her Master’s gaze. He stroked her cheek. “I know you hate it, but you’re beautifully submissive when you wear it.”
It was true. Though her arms and legs were free, she felt as bound as if she were hanging from the ceiling in rope.
“I’m happy to please you, Master.”
He squeezed her breast.
“I need to prepare for the rest of our day. Go to the Subs’ Garden. You aren’t allowed to view any other play sessions, or to leave the garden. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
He kissed her hard and deep. “Good. Go.”
Arousal still humming through her, Anna left their room. She hoped he didn’t make her wait too long.
By the time he called for her, Anna was so lost in her own head that she almost didn’t hear the announcement. It wasn’t until another one of the subs touched her shoulder that she realized what was happening.
“Sub Anna. Orion Room,” the metallic voice droned.
She rose, leaving behind the half eaten plate of food someone had brought her. Head held high—because she didn’t have any other choice—she made her way through Las Palmas. She had no way of ignoring the Masters and Doms who examined her as she passed. The “A” on her breast let them know what was going to happen to her, while the chastity belt made sure everyone knew that her pussy was owned. They may not have been formally bonded yet, but Master Jensen had left no doubt as to whom she belonged to.
Above all there was the posture collar, forcing her to face her choices, and her submission.
Anna had no desire to wear a permanent collar once they were bonded. A piece of jewelry wouldn’t make Jensen any more or less her Master. She understood the appeal of the collar, and certainly enjoyed them—except, perhaps, for the one she wore now. But Anna could not, as much as she might want it, give herself over to her submission. The person she was outside these walls would no more wear the same necklace every day—especially a choker style one, which hadn’t been in fashion since the 90’s—than she would go to work in mismatched shoes.