Collaring | Konan
A year. She’s waited a long hard year for this. The moment has finally come for her. She sits in the middle of the room waiting. Waiting on display. She kneels with her back straight, knees spread apart, weight balanced evenly. Waiting for the moment she had hoped for. Her eyes are hopeful and eager. When her lover mentioned that he had a gift for her, something that she desired, something that she had worked hard for. She knew the moment had come.
All submissives in her position want this. A memento of the hard work and loyalty that they have toiled over. A symbol of their loyalty, relationship, and undying affection. An object that will remain on them for as long as their bond lasts. Akin to an engagement ring in some respects, and in some not. A sign of ownership. That she belonged.
The orange haired man. The man of her affection. The man who she had loved for as long as she could remember. He finally decided that she was worthy and she relished in that fact.
She hears the door click open and then softly shut behind her. The sound ignites her senses. Her body warming at the knowledge that it’s him. She has been waiting for some time now. Waiting in submission. Waiting for him to acknowledge that this bond is ready to be made.
The footsteps fall behind her as he pads, shoeless up to her. A blindfold is placed upon her eyes.
“You must wait and see what I have brought you my paper angel”
The word ignites her senses as the silk fabric is placed onto her. She hopes that this moment is here.
Then she hears it. The sound of a box being opened delicately. The sound of an object being taken out. The metal softly clinking behind her. It's here. It’s finally here. She knows what this means. She knows that he is finally ready. A year of waiting and she finally has proven herself.
She feels the cold metal against her skin. The tightness of the necklace as he closes the clasp. The sounds of him walking in front of her. His presence as he kneels to her level. The clink of his keys as he pulls them out. Searching for the right one. The right small one. The rustling of his pocket as he pulls out a small object.
She finally feels it. A small object being placed onto the necklace. She feels the tug as something is clasped and the sound of a key locking an object.
He walks behind her. Slowly and filled with pride. The blind fold is pulled off and he places pressure on her back with his hand. Signaling her to stand up. She does so and a hand is placed on her shoulder signaling her wordlessly again to turn and face him.
“You did well angel. Now come and see your reward.”
He takes her hand and leads her to the large mirror in the room. Placing her in front of him. Letting her see the reward to all of her hard work. A necklace with a lock. Her lock. Her collar. Her symbol of hard work. The sign that he is hers and only hers.