The rain was coming down hard, she could hear the wind outside whistling through the trees, weaving its playful dance across the skies. Nights like this she missed Him. Her hand travelling to her neck, where the familiar talisman of His connection to her, their devotion to one another, wrapped sensually around her neck. But it wasn’t. She felt the pangs of sadness. She felt naked without it, lost.

When she disappointed Him the collar was to be placed on her dresser where she could see it, but she was not allowed to touch it at all. Only a visual reminder of her disobedience. She was not to wear her collar until He gave her permission. The noise of a brief knock at the front door woke her from her hazy thoughts and she quickly headed towards the door. She wasn’t expecting anyone, it was late, far too wild and wet outside for anyone to feel the need to venture out.

To her surprise a dark figure stepped out of the dark into the light of the doorway. “Master!”, she was so shocked for a moment she stood there, mouth agape. “Kneel pet”, His voice quiet yet firm.

Her eyes showed the signs of dried tears, dark circles under her eyes. He mused to himself a little looking down at this gorgeous little beauty of His kneeling at His feet. “Pet, we are going for a drive. Go and shower.Wear your skirt I like, and the black corset and hurry…”, he carefully avoided eye contact and wandered off towards the den. She replied hastily”Yes Master”, and disappeared off towards the bedroom.

Her mind racing, wondering where they were going, there was a storm outside, surely not? But quickly preoccupying herself with His request, knowing better than to question it. Water streamed down her face, the warmth of the water from the shower, soothing her tired eyes. She never slept well with no collar. Her mind weary, drifting off into thoughts about the previous day. She didn’t notice the figure standing outside the shower door. She didn’t hear the shower door open as the water covered her ears, she did however feel His body and his desire pushing her rapidly to the wall, fingers probing, a blindfold roughly wrapped over her eyes, her wet hair tangled in a fist.

“Don’t speak whore, for that is exactly what you are to me at this moment. Mine to take pleasure from, I own you and I will take you when I want. That collar is our connection, honesty, trust, committment. You broke that by not giving me your all, hiding parts away from me, putting up walls. Tonight those walls are coming down and they are fucking off for good, understand?”, His grip tight on her breast, the other still tangled in amongst her hair.

She cried out, trying to move away from the painful grip on her breast, sinking further into His body. His desire growing harder for her by the minute. He was going to wait but that dark place He visited had risen to the fore. He wanted her right there. He pushed her head forward, grabbing both wrists and holding them tightly in one hand, the other using her hair to keep her in place. “You will cum with me whore”. Her cries heard above the deafening storm, raging outside, as He slammed deep inside her, over and over, he couldn’t get deep enough inside her. He wanted to devour her, show her who owned her. The storm raging inside Him was building to a crescendo. Moans, primal and guttural spewed forth, all the pent up emotion and tension of the past days sorrows erupted. Bodies shuddering in unision. His arms encase her and he sinks down and bites deeply into her neck, a sharp cry escaping her lips. “That is why I own you”, His voice deep and husky. That voice, the one that always bought her back.

She felt the familiar feel of the cuffs being placed on her wrists, arms still behind her back, Him pushing her. She still had the blindfold on, a little disorientated from the suddeness of it all. She caught her breath as she landed, face down on the bed, her ankles being cuffed, tied to the bed. She lay there, breathing ragged, listening hard. Trying to locate Him by sound, but a little too late as she heard the familiar swish of the leather coated cane coming down hard on her wet cheek. She let out a yell, burying her head into the mattress, tears welling. “Quiet whore! This is why obedience to us is important. When you disregard our committment to one another I must punish you. Bring you back to where you should be”, His voice stern. her sobs quieting, the strokes carefully being laid across her cheeks, her back. He never made her count, she usually lost track very quickly, sinking into that place she needed to be, and He knew when she needed to be pulled back. Her body trembling, her pussy wet. Her body betraying her, her desire for Him overwhelming.

He gently rubbed oil into her reddened back, lovingly, watching her body wince and then relax with his touch. The power He had over her drowned him with desire. He could simply never have enough of this wild creature of His. His desire to corrupt and mould her, to protect her, this possession of his so valuable, so cherished. Rolling her over, smothering her with His body. Kissing her roughly, then gently on her forehead. A hand slips around her neck and she feels the familiar touch of leather. Her hand reaches instinctively for it, her eyes looking at His. He smiles, “And this is our love pet.”

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