I put the collar around my neck and secured it. No lock of course. Only a Master would have a lock and key to keep me collared. And for obvious reasons, I didn’t have someone to submit to.
I stared at myself in the mirror and grimaced. Yes, I still had it. All those hours in the gym really did pay off. I knew the tattoos gave me an edgy appearance. That’s why I’d gotten them in the first place. I refused to be a stereotype. Of course the source of my pride was also the reason I found myself on my own more often than not. But, I was confident I wouldn’t be alone tonight. And who knew what would happen afterwards.
An hour later in the club, I knelt in line with the other subs. All of us looked more or less the same—naked with a collar around our necks—and yet, we couldn’t have been more different if we tried. Waiting patiently to find out if my plan would work proved to be the hardest part. I couldn’t influence what would happen next; to try and force proceedings would have broken the spell. I kept my gaze fixed on the floor in front of me while polished shoes and leather boots walked past. Without turning my head I was aware of others being picked from the line. I didn’t need to look to know who those firsts were; as always it was those who lived up to the more stereotypical image of a submissive.
I had all but given up hope—again— when a tap on my shoulder made me raise my gaze. I had to work hard to suppress my grin. So far my plan was working out just fine.
“Up.” He spat out the word and I stood up in one smooth move.
He attached the chain to my collar and used it to pull me close. “I’ve been watching you.” He murmured the words, making sure only I could hear them.
“I’m honoured,” I replied while making sure to keep my gaze lowered. I had no intention of letting him know the delight I felt. When he pulled me closer I realised my efforts had been in vain. Keeping my features smooth was one thing, there was nothing I could do to hide my excitement as it pressed forcefully into his, equally affected, groin.
“Public or private?” My heart soared when he asked the question. I hadn’t misjudged him—he really did get me.
“Private, of course.” I allowed myself to look at his face and no longer tried to hide my smirk.
“Of course,” he acknowledged. “And when I’m done with you, you’ll explain to me exactly what’s going on with you.”
I rested my forehead against his for a moment, cherishing the relief as it flooded through me.
Owning and running a BDSM club as a sub had been harder than I could have imagined.Only the most confident of Doms were able to deal with a sub who was also the boss. I had high hopes for this one.
I’m afraid I once again wrote a story I would love to explore further. I almost wish I would stop doing that. More stories based on the same image can be found in the Monday Flash Fics group on Facebook.