The Collaring of Chloe

Chapter 1: Rebirth by Taxi

Out of the rear taxi window lay a semi-blurred reel of rural-esque subdivisions and housing communities, the suburbs of the suburbs, in a way. Stretches of green, broad swards of grassy field were lined and punctuated by thickets of trees and nestled between stretches of quaint houses and neighborhoods. The occasional small farm appeared amid the scene, rarely large, but distinct in its shape and purpose. It was a beautiful place, not really the country, but not at all the city.

A few miles back, there had been a picturesque little town.  It had seemed quiet and serene, but not at all left behind by progress, containing a wide sampling of the latest stores and conveniences nested among the local-owned businesses and establishments. It had a rustic feel, despite the up-to-date appointments. According to the taxi driver, steering his way through the magnificent landscape, less than twenty minutes away there was also a pretty large city, apparently well laden with every modern aspect and contrivance.

All of it seemed to Chloe like some kind of made up place, a fictional spot in America that only existed on TV or in the movies. Almost too convenient to be real. Yet, here she was, whisking along through this seemingly fictional place, heading for an even more seemingly fictional situation.  However, that was just as real as this little community. Her stomach squirmed with a mix of excitement and anxiety as she thought about what was awaiting her just ahead.

In truth, it had all started with a female co-worker named Donna one night, a little more than a year and a half ago. In an effort to make a new friend, Chloe had invited Donna over to her place for dinner and some general socializing. The two began drinking wine after dinner and, by the end of the second bottle, their conversation had drifted from idle topics to slightly more 'interesting' ones.

"Okay, well, probably my biggest, weirdest, fantasy is to have a guy..." Chloe blushed profusely at her own boldness, wine-emboldened or not. "Well, to have him do that thing you see in the movies, where they tie your hands to a headboard and have their way with you." She gave a little giggle, feeling a bit more courageous for her admission. "And, well, I think it might be interesting to...to be spanked."

She burst into a fit of drunken giggles, feeling the heat of her beet-red face, but the wine made it seem more just funny than actually embarrassing. However, Donna's grin held something else beyond mirth at the 'strange' fantasies. "Do you ever fantasize about taking it even further?" She asked enigmatically, catching Chloe's attention.

"Further?" A puzzled expression replaced her embarrassed one, curiosity drawing her in more than she might have expected. "What do you mean?"

Donna paused, considering her words, obviously somewhat less inebriated than her host. "I mean, are you just curious to be spanked a little, playfully, or do you imagine being firmly trussed and thoroughly spanked?" There was a deeply lurid way that she said the words, leaning forward with a sort of feline presence at the idea.

For a long moment, wine-soaked as it was, Chloe's brain seemed to muddle at the thought, but the more she considered the image, the more she found she did indeed like that thought. Had she been sober, she probably would have quickly balked and changed the subject, afraid of her own deeper desires. Thankfully, she'd lubricated her inhibitions enough to answer truthfully.

"That...that actually sounds very of hot." She replied, a heady chuckle burbling out of her. "Wow, I must sound like a complete..."

"That was what I did last Saturday." Donna interrupted coyly, instantly derailing Chloe's train of thought.  Taking a sip of wine to hide her smile, Donna's eyes danced with mischief.

From there, the whole conversation had turned towards that one subject, Chloe goggling at the tales of carnal sensations that Donna had experienced. As it turned out, she was part of a local alternate sexual community where most of general Chloe's fantasies would be considered quite tame and typical, almost boring. The more Chloe heard though, the bigger and more elaborate her fantasies became, an eagerness to experience the things Donna was describing filling her spirit.