IMAGINE ... The METAKI Collar
Posted on June 03 2023
Connor pulled the car into my drive and turn off the ignition. He never glanced my way as he got out and walked around the front of the car.
Dressed so elegantly in a midnight blue jacket and white dress shirt, My collar glinting under the streetlights. Dark hair, dark blue eyes. Damn, he's glorious.
I imagine him kneeling before me, his head bowed.
His smile was soft and sensual as he opened the car door and held his hand out to me.
"Mistress," he murmured.
I placed my hand in his. So much larger than mine. Big, calloused, hard working hands. Yet so gentle with me.
I stood, lifting my mouth to his. His lips covered mine in a hesitant kiss. I slid my finger under the silver collar at his throat and tugged him closer. He instinctually deepened the kiss.
Tugging at his lower lip with my teeth, I growled against his mouth, "you're so fucking Mine."
Turning on my stiletto heels, I kept my finger inside his collar and led him inside.
As he closed the door behind us, I slid two more fingers under My collar, tightening it considerably. I tugged until his head dropped and he looked into my eyes. His breathing quickened and his eyes dilated.
Staring into his eyes, I said, "Go into the playroom. Layout my chains and your whip, then strip and kneel. Wait for me. And don't you dare move until I tell you to."