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 ________________________________ This is a story about a sexual FANTASY
written for consenting adults.  If you're not both of those, don't read it.
Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to.  In
real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do
get sick and die.  You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional
characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY -
don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt.

   If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here,
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the characters
in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, since all of
these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

   This is my story, not yours.  Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. 
You can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact,
but if you make money off of it, you're breaking the law and pissing me
off. _________________________________ Surrender (MF D/S nosex)
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   ________ "The choice is simple:" he whispered in my ear as I stood in
the foyer of his home, my lovely gown puddled on the immaculate marble
floor to my left, leaving me in nothing but those ridiculously high heels,
"Flee, and be free, or stay and obey."

   He knelt and removed a small piece of the marble flooring.  Underneath
was a strong eyebolt.  He attached a length of chain to the eyebolt.  The
other end of the chain was attached to a wide, studded, leather collar that
was open, ready for the neck of its wearer.  He showed me the collar, but
said nothing about it, leaving it on the marble of the floor.

   "Five minutes." he said, checking his watch, "If you are still here when
I return, you are mine."

   He walked into his study and closed the door without a backward glance.

   'Why haven't I dressed and got the hell out of here?' now I'm
questioning myself.  The fluid running down my bare thigh gives me at least
a partial answer.

   I am a successful attorney.  I have money and property of my own.  I
need nothing from this, this MAN!

   'Except his touch...' I remind myself, and my traitorous pussy leaks
even more.

   I think back to our first date.  Suave, handsome, strong and serious.  I
was flattered when the Donna Karan gown arrived in the afternoon.  It fit
as if custom made, but no one had measured, I had been to no fittings, so
how...

   Never mind!  I looked fabulous in it!  HE picked me up in HIS limousine.
HE opened each door.  HE chose the opera we attended.  HE chose the
restaurant afterward.  HE ordered for me.  HE decided on the wine.  HE
declined dessert for me, but ordered coffee.

   Yes, I WAS a little miffed, but he was SO charming and confident, the
meal was delicious, and I WAS watching my weight.

   His manners were impeccable.  I was pampered.  It became habitual to
allow him to make the decisions - they were always the best choices in the
end!

   Never once had he attempted to touch me.  I was beginning to wonder if
he was gay.  Oh we kissed, and GOD what kisses!  But nothing else.  For
weeks, he showered me with gifts, slowly replacing my wardrobe with
clothing in which he liked seeing me.  Each piece was from a top name in
fashion, all perfectly tailored to my petite figure.

   Never once had he alluded to sex or sexual matters.  Never once until
this evening.  No sooner had the butler handed him the collar and chain and
departed with my wrap than the dress had slipped from my body.  His strong
hands guided me two steps to the right.  I wore no bra.  My small breasts,
with their petrified nipples needed none, and it would have spoiled the
line of the gown.  Breathing heavily, I stepped from the frilly thong as he
peeled it down my legs.  Another gift of his.  My first thong.  In the
beginning it had felt strange lining the crack of my ass, but I loved the
feel of the fine fabric of the dress on my bare cheeks.

   Now I stand naked in his home, alone, the first decision I have had to
make in his presence in several weeks before me.  A decision that could
change my life forever, or end it!

   Time is ticking away, and still I stand, shivering in the warmth of the
foyer.  The open collar lies on the floor before me, beckoning, enticing,
chilling me to my core.

   'I am a successful attorney!' I tell myself again, as if it means
something.

   The man had never even TOUCHED me sexually!  How could he expect me to
just GIVE myself to him!?  One foot moves toward my discarded clothing. 
The other will not budge.

   'Does he know me better than I know myself?' I question, as a bolt of
fear shoots like lightning through my rigid body.  'How else could he have
made all those choices for me that I so adored?'

   'NO!' my mind screams, 'This is NOT YOU!'

   'You are strong and independent!' I tell myself firmly, as my knees
fold.

   'You have a will of your own!  You don't need this MAN!' I scold as I
slide the cold leather of the collar around my neck.

   'You.  Have...' I begin, as, with a shiver, I feel the collar click
shut. Suddenly, I see myself, as if from a distance.  Beautiful, perfectly
groomed, naked, and surprisingly, irrevocably, BOUND to his floor!  I
cannot control the quakes that wrack my body!

   I am on hands and knees, trembling, leashed to his floor like a dog when
he returns.

   He doesn't speak, but picks up my clothing and disappears behind me. 
Murmured voices tell me the butler has returned and witnessed my naked
embarrassment.

   He squats beside me, petting me soothingly as he unclips the leash from
the floor.

   '...surrendered!' I finish my declaration with despair and anticipation,
as, on hands and knees, I follow him from the room.