prettypennytraining: cumrag-mandy: metalbdsm: Down at the right level HomeI still remember that fi
prettypennytraining: cumrag-mandy: metalbdsm: Down at the right level Home I still remember that first time he finally let me out. They hadn’t freed me from the collar locked around my neck in, well, I don’t know how long, but I had dreamed of it for, like, forever, so I was pretty sure it would feel really special. When he had woken me up, as I was kissing his feet in front of all of them and drinking from my bowl, he told them it looked like I was finally ready. My body tingled with excitement and my eyes looked brightly up to him, although I knew better than to say anything. The others all enthusiastically agreed with him. They wanted to do things to me in a different room, so he opened my lock with an unfamiliar click of his special key and slowly, gently pulled it off me. It felt very strange suddenly to lose that familiar sensation of it around my neck, weighing on me and always tugging my head down to within an awkward foot or so of the floor, and always constraining me to remain huddled in my little place. It was like those first moments trying to walk after skiing or ice skating for awhile, where your body still expects to slide gracefully, but you actually have to make the pedestrian effort of moving your legs and pushing yourself one step at a time. Even without my heavy metal collar forcing me, I still wanted to stay low, and to go back in my corner, even though I didn’t have to. Even though I strangely wasn’t even allowed to for those few hours, because they needed me somewhere else. He noticed my distress, even though all the others noticed was my nakedness, and he stroked my hair and calmed me down, and let me touch my heavy collar lying there open and empty on the floor for a few seconds. “It will still be there, always waiting for you, Angel, the whole time, right there on the floor, ready for your return. And in a couple hours, rest assured, I promise I will drag you straight back here after we’re done with what we want, and lock you right back in your collar, right here where you belong. Ok? Feel better, Sweetheart?” And oddly enough, I did. I gave him a bit of a weak smile, and the tears burning in my eyes didn’t actually well up all the way and trickle down my cheek. He gave my forehead a gentle kiss and brushed away the one stray little tear that had somehow actually escaped without my noticing it, and then grabbed me by a fistful of my hair to force me down to all fours so he cold drag me along behind him to where the men were waiting so impatiently for me. I was free for the longest time. It was hard, but every so often, if one of them happened to turn me just the right direction, I could just make out my collar, lying there in the other room across the hall, ready for my eventual return, like a parent waiting with open, comforting arms.They had waited so long to finally be able to have me where they wanted me, so much pent up desire and cruelty that it almost seemed endless. But eventually, they were all lying tired but satisfied on the couch, watching me moan and sob where I was curled up on the floor in front of them all. It was over.I was so relieved when he finally picked me up and carried me back to my collar and chain, exhausted and all but limp in his arms. He set me down so gently, and so perfectly in my spot, that it was as if he knew exactly where I belonged. He smiled back at me even more than I smiled up at him as he locked me back into my collar. He kissed my forehead, and wiped away a lot more tears this time. “Sleep well, Princess. Another long day ahead of you tomorrow, now that you’re finally such a good girl.” I smiled with a soft whimper, my hand seeking the brief reassurance of the touch of his shoe before he stepped away and left me alone in the dark for the night or day or whichever one it was. -- source link