Erotica/Stories

Masterfully Breaking Traditions

This chapter is an excerpt from A Masterful Seduction by the Book, available at Smashwords.

Other chapters include:
A Masterful Seduction by the Book
Masterfully Unexpected
Masterful Surprises
A Masterful Weekend Getaway
The Rest of the Masterful Weekend Getaway
A Masterful Makeover
A Masterful Seduction at the Office
A Masterful Temptation
Masterful Regrets
A Masterful Reconciliation
A Masterful Balance

I woke up Christmas morning in much the same way I did at the party Saturday night, only this time my naked body curled against the flesh of George’s strong and hefty body. George’s breathing was soft and steady and in a faraway sleep. I didn’t want to disturb him by moving or getting out of bed.

I let my mind drift dreamlike under the blankets and wrapped in his nocturnal embrace and thought about Saturday night. I thought about the way he presented me with the collar in front of all of his friends. I thought about the way he took pride in leading me around the house and showing me off with pride. I thought about the way he tied me and teased me and the power he actually gave to me in trying to resist the urge to come and act out on my pleasure.

It was then that I realized that just he wasn’t trying to lord over me and control me just to satisfy his any of his perceived whims and amusement. Any other man would have mauled and manhandled a woman who flaunted her bare ass the way I did at him that night. Any other man would have taken my naked body and play with it instead of taking the time and the restraint to tie me up so elaborately before teasing my senses first.

I reached over to the nightstand and grasped my collar in my hand. I looked at it and thought about how beautiful it was and how beautiful I felt wearing it.

I felt beautiful the moment felt George start to wake. The first thing he did was pull me close to him and say, “You look lost in thought. What’s on your mind?”

“I was thinking what this collar means to me and to us,” I said. “I love the thought of being yours, and I feel like you are mine.”

He turned me around and kissed me deep on my lips before he said, “I’m glad you feel that way.”

“But,” I continued when our lips broke apart. “I can’t wear this all the time I’m with you. I can’t wear this in public. How would I … we … explain this to your parents?”

A smile came upon his face as bright as the sun that was just starting to shine through the window blinds.

“Of course I thought about that,” he said. “I have a backup, but I have to do something that’s a bit out of tradition. I want you to get on your knees.”

I knelt next to the bed and placed my hands behind my back as I always did when I assumed my submissive position. As took my collar and clasped it at the back of my neck, he said that I could leave my hands in front.

“I told you that I want to break tradition,” he said.

He pulled a small wrapped box out of the drawer of his nightstand, placed it in my hands, and said, “Merry Christmas.”

Inside the box was a platinum ring with a large round solitaire diamond in the center and smaller diamonds embedded around the band just like the crystals that were set in my collar.

“This … this … is gorgeous! It’s perfect!” I shrieked.

I jumped …