Master pointed, indicating by gesture she assume the kneeling up position in front of him.
Robin did so immediately, kneeling with her hands behind her and her chin lifted. She watched Master steadily.
“Robin...” Master said, and then he coughed and cleared his throat.
Robin started. Oh, shit. He only uses my name when he's being formal or when I'm being punished. Crap. Could I be in trouble? What did I do?
Master started talking again, and she forced herself to pay close attention, feeling hyperaware, on edge and anxious.
“Robin, I'd very much like you to wear this. However, I won't order it. This has to be your decision.”
He opened the box, displaying a beautiful silver necklace.
“It’s a slave collar that's also suitable for vanilla wear."
Robin was so caught off guard by the gesture, as well as by the beauty of the necklace, that she gasped. In direct disobedience, she reflexively covered her mouth with her hand, as she gazed at the beautiful piece of jewelry. Then, realizing her action, she winced as she quickly snatched her hand back into the appropriate position.
Master laughed, “That's OK, Little Bird. You're entitled. Do you like it?”
Robin nodded, too overcome for words. Finally, she whispered, “It's beautiful, Master. I love it. Thank you. Will you put it on me? Please, Master.”
He did so, walking around behind her to close the clasp around her neck.
Robin reached up and touched the collar with her fingertips, gliding over the smooth metal, feeling the depth of her submission in that moment. She was deeply touched by the beauty of Master's gift, as well as by the honor of being collared by him.
Because of her research, Robin understood the significance behind wearing the collar of a Dom. Although she'd never devoted much time or thought to being collared by Master, she'd wanted that level of commitment. She was so deliriously happy with him and with their relationship. He'd become her closest friend in addition to being a lover who was beyond description. She felt like the luckiest woman alive.
Master cleared his throat again, commanding her undivided attention.
“Many times,” he said, “couples hold a collaring ceremony amongst their friends who are active or accepting of the Life. They choose to share this occasion, marking it as a significant moment in their lives. However, for us, with you and me, I feel we're the only ones who matter in this. I felt keeping it private would be more appropriate.”
Robin nodded, her eyes filling with tears of raw emotion.
However, a question tugged at her. “Master?” she asked.
“Yes, Little Bird?”
“How many other women...have worn your collar?”
Master looked surprised by her question. She feared she was being impertinent, yet she felt she had to ask.
“None, Robin. Only you. I only want the woman I love to wear my collar, no one else.”
Oh!
For a moment, Robin thought her heart might simply stop beating. Either that or maybe it would speed up so fast it might burst through her chest. More tears poured from her. She was overwhelmed with emotion. Joy and love warmed her from head to toe. She'd desperately wanted Master's love, and he'd just said she had it.
He loves me! Oh my God! He actually loves me, too!
“Oh Master! I love you, too! I love you so much.”
Master drew her up off of her knees and they hugged so tightly she thought they might merge into one person. Then Master kissed her, raking her mouth with his, running roughshod over her lips and teeth, conquering her. After a few moments, he pulled back, looking at her with intense passion, his breathing fast and ragged.
“Any more of that, and we’ll never go tonight.”
Robin glanced at him, a seductive look through her lashes. “That's fine by me, Master.”
Master laughed as he pulled her from the bedroom, down the stairs and out to the car.
~~~
RETURN TO THE BASEMENT
The Club had about fifty cars parked outside. It was a busy night. Master helped her from the car and escorted her to the main door. Lewis let them in, shook Master's hand and smiled at Robin like a benevolent troll.
“Welcome back, Miss Robin.”
Robin smiled back at him warmly, but didn't speak.
Master hadn't put her on speech restriction. However, as shaky as she felt, she decided to assume a submissive headset and posture.
Master led her by the hand, into the main play space. John was there, flogging a cute redhead. He waved slightly, still involved in the scene. Gwen was sitting in the viewing area, as was Elsa.
Suddenly, Chloe was standing in front of Robin. The blonde stood in a submissive posture before her, with her hands clasped in front of her waist, her head bowed. She spoke to Master.
“Sir, may I?”
After a brief pause, Master nodded.
Chloe raised her eyes to look at Robin. Her voice was low, her face solemn. “I apologize, Robin. I treated you horribly the last time I saw you here. You didn't deserve it.” She swallowed. “Master John punished me for what I did, but I felt I had to tell you myself. I was wrong, and I hurt you. I‘m so sorry.” She dropped her eyes again.
Robin nodded. She'd accept her apology, but not forgive the deed. Chloe's cruel and hurtful behavior that night had shown much about who she was as a person. They weren't friends and never would be, if Robin had anything to say about it.
Chloe raised her chin and looked at Robin, her facial expression showed genuine surprise. “I can't believe it's you,” she whispered. “I mean, you’re the same person, but...you're glowing. Robin, you’re beautiful!” Her eyes opened wide. “Oh! Is that his...I mean...you're wearing master's collar?”
Robin nodded shyly. Chloe seized her in a ferocious hug and whispered, “You’re so lucky! I'm so happy for you!” in her ear.
When she pulled back, both Robin and Chloe had tears in their eyes.
OK, Robin decided, maybe we could be friends, after all.
Robin realized she'd traveled a long way along on her life's journey. She'd overcome many obstacles and encountered many pitfalls. Yet, here she stood, side by side with the Master she loved. He was the Master who both ruled and loved her. She was surrounded by acceptance and friends.
Although she knew her journey was far from complete, she looked forward to that journey with Master by her side.
All it takes is a single step.
Robin took that step.
Chapter 33.
LEWIS
Lewis squinted out the narrow opening in the door, looking down the street. A while ago, several members had reported a strange black panel van that had been suspiciously parked down the street from the club.
Now, Lewis could see the van for himself. He didn't like it and was concerned about its presence. What was it doing there?
He didn't want to call the police. It was legal for any vehicle, even a strange looking, unmarked van, to park there. In addition, Lewis didn't want to draw any undue attention to the club. For obvious reasons, the club owners wanted all police contact reserved strictly for emergencies.
However, it was odd that the van parked there when nothing other than the club was around. Why would it be there?
The fact that this same panel van had been spotted there on multiple other occasions made it seem all the more suspicious. It couldn't be just random. Apparently, someone wasn't merely lost, stopping to make a call or to read a map, etc…
Lewis called over to the freight elevator operator, Tiny. He was a thin man who smoked too much, who was supposedly an aspiring author. He could wield a crowbar with the best of them. He had Tiny call up to the third floor and summons Master John and Mistress Amanda, who besides being a wicked Domme, was also a state trooper.
They were going to get to the bottom of this, curtail any problems before they got out of hand and have their questions answered.
Once they were assembled, Lewis talked out what he wa
nted to do. They all agreed with the plan and then put it in motion.
One or two people at a time left the Club, strolling out into the parking lot. They waved, acting as if they were leaving for the night. They pulled their cars away, out of sight around the block.
One car seemed to be having mechanical difficulties. As it was pulling away, it was lurching, stopping, jerking and stopping… It somehow ended up parked sideways in front of the van.
At the same time, another car pulled up behind the van, without its headlights on, and parked. Since the van was against a curb, it wasn't going anywhere.
Lewis left his post and ran down the street, to where the driver of the van was just realizing he'd been trapped. The driver opened the van door, and Lewis swung around. He grabbed a handful of the driver's shirt and pulled hard, yanking the guy right out of the vehicle.
With the momentum of the tug, the driver practically flew out of the car, landing on the road at Lewis' feet. Lewis felt someone nudge something cold into his hand. He looked over and saw that Mistress Amanda was handing him pair of handcuffs.
Lewis quickly cuffed the guy, with his hands behind his back. He didn't listen to the bullshit that was being spewed in his direction by the now captive asshole.
He looked inside the van. On the passenger's seat were some disturbing items. There was a notepad, a camera, duct tape, rope, a blindfold, a gag, what looked like a TASER... and a pistol.
Lewis grabbed the notebook and scanned it quickly. It was filled with notes mostly about Robin. There were some entries about Robert, as well.
The sick fucker had been following them for God knows how long.
“He's got a whole kidnap and rape kit in here,” growled Lewis, through clenched teeth, barely able to restrain his temper. He ached with the desire to punch this asshole until his head came off.
Jesus Christ! What a sick motherfucker! Of all the people at the club, this asshole was going to hurt that sweet, little Robin!
Lewis had taken a special liking to Robin. He felt protective of her since their first meeting when she'd been so anxious, yet had taken the time to see him and speak to him as an actual person rather than some invisible being who'd magically opened the door. She was a class act—a real lady.
The kidnapper-rapist-asshole continued to babble. He kept spouting off he was only a private detective, he was hired to follow her and he wasn't going to hurt her…
Lewis frowned. The evidence suggested otherwise. It wasn't looking good for this clown. “Then what's all this for?” demanded Lewis, pointing at the gag, tape and rope.
The driver just kept up his steady stream of bullshit. He professed the objects were there for reasons of “self-defense,” he was in a “bad neighborhood” and they might be needed because he was at a “BDSM club.”
The dick was actually grinning at them, as if he knew they couldn't prove anything.
Master John whispered something into Lewis' ear. They both turned to Mistress Amanda.
“Mistress,” said John, “would you be so kind as to encourage our...friend, here...to tell us the truth about what he was planning to do?”
Her slow smile with the added excitement and twinkle in her eye was enough to scare the truth out of the smarmy jerk. He had a look of utter terror on his face and probably shit himself on the spot as he immediately started shrieking answers.
She didn't even have to lay a finger on him, a circumstance she regretted apparently.
It turned out Robin's asshole of an ex-husband was tired of paying her alimony. He'd hired this clown to follow her around to get dirt on her so he could blackmail her to get her to give up the money.
When the PI had quickly turned up some golden information about her rather kinky proclivities, her asshole of an ex got greedy. He'd figured since she was hanging out at a BDSM club, who'd think twice if something awful happened to her nearby?
He'd promised the PI a percentage of her life insurance payout, if he “did her.” The pig took it upon himself to add rape to the mix. Since she was "gonna die anyway," the slimy little PI figured he might as well “enjoy” her before her inevitable death.
"After all," he babbled, "she was into all that kinky shit anyway, right?"
Disgusted, Lewis turned away.
What the Hell were they going to do with this shithead? As much as he was dying to do the public a service of killing this would-be kidnapper/murderer/rapist, he couldn't. They also couldn't let the sick fucker just walk away scot-free.
There was no way they could prove the guy's confession or that any of this took place if it were ever to go to court. The police would probably just let him go.
Lewis rubbed his forehead in frustration. This was a shitty situation.
Tiny chimed in, “Hey, ain't it time to call the cops, boss?” he asked Lewis.
Lewis was about to explain the situation to him, when Tiny reached into the large pocket of his jacket and took out and his mini-recorder. He held it up to show the group, practically dancing with glee.
Apparently, Tiny had gotten the entire interaction, including the confession on tape!
“Man, I got the makings of a great book here! I got it all. First, the cops will get it, then my publisher! I'm gonna be a millionaire!"
The End
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