He asked. Any desires tonight?
Ropey something? Struggle rope. Tight hug rope. Spacey rope. Not sure. I was feeling stressy about the weekend.
He was supportive, no pressure. Talked about His other plans. He had dug out the old metal play collars. How’s my brain on that? Okay. Thanks for the warning. There would have been questions and feelings if I hadn’t known the intent.
Arrived and setting up. He pulled the smaller one out. It still fits my neck. Tightly. I settle it at the bottom of my throat. Tight. Heavy. Pressing against the front and back of my neck. Slightly cockeyed. Or maybe I am. He shows me the key, set beneath the dj laptop.
Good?
All good.
We separate. Continue setting up. Fiddling with it to try to even it out, left to right. Bending forward pushes my throat into the metal. The slightest choking sensation. It feels good. Nervy. Solid.
He puts the larger one on them. This is what He told me He wanted to do. I was ready, so the feelings are only amusement and fun.
A compliment on the shiny collar. He wipes it a little cleaner with an alcohol pad. Time and the class pass. The party begins.
The table? Sure. Hop up. Get His eyes out if the light. Positioned and grinning.
Front box tie with a single band. Wrists separated by a wrap between. Tightening it in. Then down to my ankles, legs crossed. Making a long column of a handle. The collar just feels like another rope around me now.
Comfortable hug, secure. But still free to struggle and squirm. As He spins me to face the length of the table and rocks me onto my back, crossed legs pointing up. Ass exposed. First His hands, spanking and smacking all over my ass. My favorite impact. Pulling squeaks and squeals and struggling in the rope. He steps away for a toy, and I squirm my way further down the table to get my head off the wooden end piece.
He returns with a suspension ring. Mild confusion and curiosity races. Until He hits my ass with it. Oh! First hits a good heavy thud, then stringy bouncing hits as I squeal. My hip starting to complain, I pull the rope up to brace with my hands. But he sees, and sits me back up instead. Re-orienting, I cannot see what he goes to get. Wondering what it will be.
I did not expect the whip. Stingy snaps and loud cracks, have me shrieking and twisting and cursing. As He giggles behind me. And circles me. Turning me to find His best angle. Then the dragon tail, and the swearing gets louder. He spins me to face him as I growl and twitch. Snapping my thighs and calves. I swear at every strike. Grinning and glaring into his smiling face. He hits a toe and a hand. I squirm and twist, trying to hide every piece of my body. As He paints it with red stinging kisses.
Feeling better? Yes.
Pressed against my side. Pulling at the back of the collar. Choking me ever so slightly. I whimper against Him. As He counts me to orgasm.
Thank you, Sir.
Foreheads pressing together as we breathe down the scene. He unties me, both soaked in sweat. Flying high. The rope gone, the play collar feels natural now. Just another part of our fun.
Time and the night goes on. The night is rolling to an end when He takes them off us. Shows the collar design off to others. I can still feel it, see the line across my throat. Time to go home. Go to bed. Sleep deeply with all the good feels and memories of the night. I love our time and energy together. Love and gratitude that 17 years later, He is still an important part of my life.
