“Huuuurts,” Ellie whined, although it wasn’t entirely a complaint. In a way, she was egging him on, since his Ellie wasn’t too often very vocal during a scene until they were well into it. She knew damn well what hearing her whine would do to him.

Naughty girl.

“Good,” he said, just for the satisfaction of watching her eyes dilate at the response. “Now I’m going to make you hurt some more.”

Not much though. Since she’d shocked him by immediately accepting his collar, he was changing up his plan for tonight. There was going to be a lot less foreplay than he’d initially planned. Maybe a few stripes on her lovely breasts. A little bit of pain for her pussy.

He didn’t want her too distracted when he finally slid his cock into her ass and claimed her completely.

For a moment, just a brief moment, when Michael had put the permanent collar around her throat, Ellie had been afraid it would feel like it was choking her. A permanent collar meant so much more than a play collar. It wasn’t quite the same as having a collar that was welded shut, and they’d have to have a collaring ceremony to exchange any vows, but both of them knew what it meant.

She was finally, truly, accepting Michael as her Master. As a real part of her life. Not just in a scene, but also outside of it.

They’d done the sexy scenes and club contract, they’d done the reconnecting, dating, and vanilla relationship for over a month now... it was time to merge the two sides of their relationship together. So when he’d offered the collar, she hadn’t hesitated.

Was she scared? Yes. She was still terrified of messing this up.

But, like she’d told Michael, she really did actually feel better once the collar was on her. It didn’t feel like it was choking her at all. It was more like a hug. A cool, but swiftly warming, permanent hug. The chains weren’t tight at all, they looked like a necklace that she could easily wear with everything, and she could feel it encircling the very base of her neck, a reassuring weight which reminded her of Michael’s patience and tender care.

As a counterweight to the security and soft happiness the collar gave her, her breasts were becoming sore and achy from being bound so tightly and her nipples were throbbing from the bite of the clamps, to remind her that her gentle lover was also a nasty sadist.

Two sides of a coin, and all hers.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!