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Later That Night
In bed later that night Cathy lay in Mark's arms, head on his chest. He noticed her thoughtful look. Enjoying the moment he waited, knowing some kind of question was on the way.
"Mark? This morning, when you made me wear those chains? I was so scared when we went out the door, mostly that people would laugh and make fun of me, or I'd do something stupid and you would be disappointed or embarrassed because I made a mistake in front of everyone. At the restaurant I was terrified to even get out of the car. But once we were inside and at the table I realized I didn't have to worry. People looked but didn't laugh, no one pointed or made some snide remark. There really is something special about this place.
"It was odd, this morning. I didn't want to wear those handcuffs, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted so badly to say no but the words never came out, even as I saw my hands go out to you. After you finished I saw how concerned you were. It's funny, but the moment you were done somehow I knew I had to go through with it. That's why I told you I was okay.
"Anyway, I wanted to tell you that I liked the way you acted this morning, before we left. You didn't ask me first, you just did what you wanted to do. It was unexpected, but I don't have any problems with it. I hope you will ask me if you think it appropriate, but it is within your rights as my master to proceed as you see fit. That's all." Cathy finished and snuggled closer to him, one hand idly tracing a circle on his chest.
Putting her in restraints had been an impulse that came to Mark the day before, on the way home from work. He had detoured to a store and obtained the equipment on his way home from work. At first Mark had planned to tell her what he intended to do, but on reflection thought she would do better if she didn't have time to brood over it beforehand. It was a fine line he had to walk; on the one side he had to show her that he was in charge and did not require her consent or approval, but on the other side he didn't want to hurt or scare her. For his peace of mind he had to be sure her trust came from love and devotion, not fear.
In the short time Cathy had been collared Mark could already see changes taking place in how she behaved. This morning when he had taken the chains out of the bag he saw how her expression altered, the anxious moment when she realized what he intended. The old Cathy would have cooperated after first sending him a questioning look and asking what he was going to do. This new Cathy had not questioned; her arms had reached out to him as if she were being compelled by something too powerful for her to resist. For the first time he had seen the effect of sheer dominance, force of will, as it immediately stripped away any resistance on her part.
He put a hand over hers as he turned to look down at her. "I was anxious for a moment there, thought maybe you were going to have some kind of a panic attack. I could tell you were nervous, but I wasn't quite sure that you wouldn't freak out and somehow hurt yourself." He reached over and took her chin in his hand, tilting her face up so he could see into her eyes. "I want you to know that I'm very pleased with how you behaved today. This was important to me, Cathy, and you did everything right. Not once did I have to correct you. You obeyed every order to the letter and didn't forget anything I told you to do. Not once did you say anything inappropriate or act improperly in any way. You would make any man proud to have you at his side. I'm glad you chose me."
"Really, you mean it?" She tilted her head to better see his face. She had tried so hard to be perfect for him. She lived to hear him say words like that. It was what she had sought after for so long. He was pleased with her.
"Yes I do Cathy. They aren't empty words of praise, and you know it. Never think I don't value what you have given me by wearing that collar around your neck. You are a superbly unique type of woman, one who can willingly and happily devote herself entirely to one man. I could never find someone like you again, nor would I even consider it. You have given me everything I could ever desire. The piece of paper may say I own you, but in your own way you have guaranteed I belong to you as well.
"Don't forget who is in charge here though. You may have a pretty strong hold over me, but it doesn't prevent me from running your life. When I tell you to do something I expect you to obey, whatever it may be. I will not tolerate laziness or a bad attitude."
"Oh no, sir, I won't ever forget. Besides, it's hard to overlook one's obligations when there is a permanent and constant reminder." She smiled up at him, and then laid her head on his chest once more. He felt the cool touch of her collar on his skin. "I can't help being what I am. I need you, Mark, more than you could ever know. I need you to command me, force me, lead me into your vision of our future. Like you did this morning. And this evening, in the garage, that's the man I want.
"And master? I felt clumsy and awkward today while wearing your chains. Will you allow me to practice here at home? I know I can do better if you help me."
"You did quite well for the first time. Yes, I'll see that you get lots of practice. We'll work on it together. Meanwhile, it's time to go to sleep." He leered at her then smiled.
They drifted off to sleep with Cathy nestled in his arms. Hours later she roused for a moment. It was still dark outside but she could see the first hint of dawn from the gap between window and curtain. From his breathing she could tell he was asleep. They had shifted into their usual sleeping position, he behind her, one hand casually draped over her hip. Careful not to wake him she touched his hand. Anything he wants , she promised, no matter what it is I'll do it . She closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
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