Collared Slave

After reveling in my good fortune, I was now contemplating how to begin this new relationship. The first thing I did was to find a collar and leash so as not to let this one get away. I wasn’t exactly sure where to go for this sort of thing, I had never bought a collar for a human before. The only thing I could think of was the local pet store. I found a very pretty collar, black with sparkling rhinestones. The leash was a simple nylon one. We still have the collar although it has been replaced by a substantial black leather collar with a dog tag and a hefty chain link leash.



On my next visit, I presented her with this article and told her that if she truly wanted to go to these clubs, she would go as my property and this was the way she would be identified as such.

Our first time at the club was an interesting experience. Since she had never been to a fetish club, she was fairly timid and unsure of what was to come. I lead her to the back of the club where several apparatus were set up. There was a spanking bench, St. Andrews Cross and a Steel Pony. We were the center of attention since it was a quiet night and her beauty and naiveté were apparent. We found ourselves a corner and had a private session with some light spanking.

We were totally focused on each other. I was trying to read her responses to what was happening and she focused on the predicament she was in. As I looked up and behind us, I found that we were indeed the center of attention since all the men in the place were surrounding us. Thinking back on it now, the club was filled with men, and I was surprised at the respect we were given as they did not make any unwanted advances on my pet. There was one guy, I believe a younger guy, who was either drunk or not knowledgeable about the social manners of the scene who was trying to get at her. The rest of the crowd would not have any of that and one of the men escorted him away. I was worried that this might put fear into her and sour her on this situation. However, what she experienced with the crowd coming to our defense, made her comfortable and we both relaxed. She had seen first hand that the community is, as we all know, a safe place to express yourself.

We finished our visit and made our way back to her apartment extremely charged about what we had just experienced. I had seen for the first time that she was not all talk, she was for real. There was something in her, she had confessed, that made her feel as a submissive all her life. As we got to know each other better she confided in me that at an early age, while all her friends were playing Cowboys and Indians, she had fantasized about being tied to a tree and rescued.

We were a perfect fit, she with the desire to be controlled and I the controller.