Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter Three

Mistress

She hadn't kept me waiting. Twenty minutes after she'd entered the bathroom, she walked out of the playroom, hair damp, wrapped in a towel. She glanced down at her clothes, which were still folded neatly in a pile at her feet just outside the playroom door.

I'd been so preoccupied with what would happen last night during and after the collaring ceremony, I hadn't even thought about clothes for today.

"Wait one moment." I quickly went into my bedroom and grabbed a shirt out of my closet. It was amazing how sexy my dress shirt could look on her.

"Do I look alright, Mistress?" she asked, running her hands up over the material. Her fingers grazed the chain of her collar and I could hear her heart rate increase.

"Yes, you look beautiful, but I wanted to talk to you about your collar and calling me Mistress."

The look of devastation that covered her face nearly broke my heart. "Did I do something wrong? Did I not serve you well enough last night?"

While her insecurity was endearing, it was something we would need to work on. She should know that she'd served me well and that her body—her pussy in particular—had been the best thing I'd ever had wrapped around my cock, though her mouth had been a close second. As far as serving me, there was no way it could have been any better.

"Please come and eat something so we can talk. I wasn't sure what you wanted to eat. Is a salad and sandwich alright?"

When she nodded and sat at the table, I brought her the food I'd prepared while she showered.

She took a few bites of her salad before she spoke. "It's delicious.

Aren't you eating?"

I smiled and shook my head. "I'm not hungry." It was a lie—I wanted nothing more than to throw her on the table and feast on her pussy—but it wasn't the time. "I ate earlier." That was the truth; I had eaten from her earlier, and it was enough to satiate me. I just always craved more.

It was time to talk to her, though. I loved her and she'd said she loved me. I just hoped it was enough to allow her to hear me out and possibly accept me for who I was.

Reaching over, I ran my finger along the metal chain of her collar. We had to discuss that first so she felt comfortable communicating with me. "I'd like to start by talking to you about your collar."

I saw her swallow thickly, as if she was expecting the worst. "You understand that it's a permanent collar and should be kept on at all times, right?"

"Yes, Mistress," she said, her eyes trained on the plate in front of her. "It is a symbol of our commitment to each other. You have given your body to me, and in exchange, I will care for it...for you."

"Yes, Mistress," she said again. I could hear the question start to build in her voice. She was intelligent and wondering where the 'but' was.

"Do you know the difference between a permanent collar and a play collar?"

She thought for a moment. "Well, you used play collars on me before, right?"

"Yes, I usually like to put a collar on my submissives at the start of a scene." That same look of hurt that flashed across her face again. Once we were finished with this conversation, I was going to ask her what was bothering her. "The difference between your permanent collar and a play collar is that, although you will always wear your permanent collar and always be mine, when you are not wearing a play collar, you do not need to act as my submissive."