I came out of the office and leaned over the railing upstairs, calling down to my boyfriend sitting in the living room, "Babe, are you coming to bed?"
"Yeah, in a little bit. I'm just working on something. I want you to be ready by 11:30. Take off your clothes and put on your collar", he called back.
I felt a little thrill move through me, as I went back into the office to say goodbye to the people that I was talking to online before moving quickly into the bedroom. Opening the "toy-box", I removed the thick, black leather collar. I touched it reverently, remembering the first moment it encircled my throat. Shaking my head a little, remembering the task at hand. Preparing things for him, looking at the clock...11:28...I made sure the blankets on the bed were pushed aside before removing my clothing and putting on my collar. Laying down in the middle of our large wrought iron bed, I waited. My mind began to wander to all the things that may happen tonight, remembering the ropes, restraints and other implements of pain that lay in the non-descript wooden box not 2 feet from our bed.
What seemed like hours later I look at the clock, only 10 minutes had passed. I furrowed my brow slightly, he did say 11:30 and it was not 11:38...what was he doing? I bit my lip and decided that I would wait a couple more minutes before calling down to him again. I was not the most patient person in the world and knowing that my Master was just downstairs hopefully plotting some nasty things to do to me. I smiled a little, settled back on the pillows and waited again.
11:59, the red led display screamed at me. I lost it, I told you I had to patience. I removed my collar and threw it to the other side of the bed. Curling up under the blankets, I turned my back on the door and closed my eyes planning on just going to sleep. 12:20 he pushed open the door to the bedroom,
"Hey little one, you aren't ready...."
