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"Sit. And close your eyes."
Roderick had been standing in front of Victoria's mattress, which in turn lay on the bare floor. She had been pressing her bare breasts against his naked back, nibbling on his ear lightly. Now, she took a step back and gave him a small push between the shoulders, forcing him to stumble forward into a kneeling position on the bed.
As he shut his eyes, most of his perception fell away, and he felt her hands at his shoulders, tracing down his arms to his hands. Then Victoria's slender fingers closed around his wrists.
"I have something special for you today."
He sucked in air in surprise. She never announced her intentions like this during play. And was there a hint of trepidation in her voice? His thoughts were ripped from him as his wrists were grabbed and crossed one over the other on his naked back.
"Stay like this", she told. From these words, his mind would create bonds more constricting than any made of leather or steel. He knew that, and she knew as well, and the fact they both knew was exhilarating to him.
Roderick felt her hands squeeze his wrists, as if reassuring him she would be back. Then she took her hands away, and he heard her rummage through the box he knew from their previous scenes, the one where Victoria stored the implements of his bliss.
"Are you mine?", she asked over the sounds.
"You know that, madam."
"Tell me anyway."
He gasped. Then: "Madam, you... I... I never feel so safe as when you hurt me. You are my calm in the storm, and when I am at your side, I am not afraid. Of course I am yours, and yours shall I be, until you release me or until the end of time." The words had tumbled from his lips without thinking, and he had to catch his breath after.
At this, there was nothing but stunned silence. Finally, Victoria broke it with a contented chuckle. "Well, isn't that something." She moved behind him again.
He caught a whiff of leather as she reached around to his chin and tilted it up. Then he was pulled back by the sudden pressure of the strap of leather around his neck and felt her fiddle with a clasp. His eyes almost flew open in surprise, but he caught himself in time. Victoria had never put a collar on him before, and he had not even known she possessed one. Now that it was around his neck, he started to float away into the space where he needn't think anything, needn't want anything, because what he wanted would be decided for him.
"Tense your neck for me." He complied. "Anything feel weird or too tight?"
"No, madam", he breathed softly.
"Good. Turn around."
The soft mattress caved in beneath him as he tried to obey. Dazzled, he tried to use his hands to brace himself, but found his wrists grabbed and pulled behind his back again.
"No. I did not say you could move your hands. And keep your eyes closed." Awkwardly, using only his legs, he managed to turn towards her. He felt a finger hook into the ring on the collar and pull him forward. Then, as she spoke, he could feel her breath on his lips. "Open your eyes now." And as he complied, she pulled him into his reward, a biting kiss, her green eyes locked on his blue.
When she let go, there was bliss on his face. "Thank you, madam."
She grinned her wolfish smile. "We are just getting started."