Life as a Submissive (ON HOLD)

Chapter 5 Revised

Kristie sat poised at the end of Logan's bed, yet again. After they had both written up and signed their contract Logan had made slow, sweet, passionate love to her immobile body. Immobile because he had decided to introduce her into the bondage aspect of her new life. Something she'd come to realize she liked quite a bit.

Now, after being instructed by Logan to change into a new outfit, this one the same as the last with booty high shorts and a crop top, she sat anxiously waiting for her handsome Master to finish getting dressed so that they could leave. She still had no idea who she was going to meet, but Logan had assured her he was very important in the BDSM community-someone she needed to get on his good side.

"Ok, let's go."

The bathroom door opened and Kristie gulped at the sight. There, in all his manly glorious mess, stood Logan in a slick black business suit. Traveling down his body she noticed he had on diamond cuffs, as well as a silk tie. "Eyes up here, my pet." Logan laughed, walking forward with a very handsome grin plastered across his toned face. He fit into his suit perfectly, no need for shoulder pads as he was masculinity in itself.

Kristie felt like her collar was tightening as he stepped up to her with both hands behind his back. "I have a few presents you must wear tonight," he smiled with a wicked look in his eye.

And that's when he presented her with a silver chained leash and knee high stripper boots. "Uhm, Sir, I don't think I'll be able to walk in those." Her statement caused Logan to give off a hearty laugh. This only seemed to confuse her further.

"What's so funny, Master?" She didn't think she'd done or said anything that was funny.

"You are, Kristie," He managed to squeak out between his fits of laughter. "I hand you a fucking dog leash in one hand and boots in the other, tell you to wear them, and you don't think you can walk in the heels?" His explanation only seemed to make him laugh harder.

Kristie stood there awkwardly after having slipped on the heels and standing on unsteady feet. She still wasn't sure how we was supposed to put on the leash, though.

Once Logan was able to stifle his laughter, a genuine grin broke out as he approached her. Removing the leash from her thin fingers he closed the distance between them. He gave her chin a light pull, causing her head to tilt back as he fiddled with her collar. It was only until she heard the faint click of the leash that she understood what he had done.

She really was his pet.

"Beautiful," he breathed as he nuzzled the flesh of her bare shoulder. "Now, come. We must go to meet Mark and the others." and with that he gave a light tug on the leash.

It took a few wobbly steps before she was able to gain her footing and at least walk semi-properly as she followed him out of his house and into an already waiting limo. She couldn't believe it. She was riding in a limo. If someone would have told her a year ago she'd be dressed in these skimpy clothes, sleeping with complete strangers, wearing a leash for God sakes, and enjoying it all the while she would have laughed in their face. That wasn't her. She'd never do that. That was disgraceful.

Words of her former self, she realized.

"Why so quiet, little one?" Logan asked from beside her after they had sat in silence for nearly fifteen minutes.

She gave an audible sigh. "No reason, Master."

She didn't want to burden him, but the sudden jerk of her leash brought her nose to nose with a determined looking Logan. His eyes sparkled with knowing as he seemed to stare straight through her and down into her soul where he sought the truth.