Spin the Wheel - White's Funhouse

For a moment, her eyes actually darkened. The smile faded from her mouth as the eyes narrowed once more.

"Joseph," she said. The name came out very nearly through clenched teeth, but once it was said, the look was gone entirely from her face.

Leaving him looking at her as she had previously been, a slight smile on her face as her head tilted just enough to caress his hand that touched her. It was gentle and affectionate, a show of what may have been appreciation. He had touched her without prompting, and much like a puppy or kitten being stroked, she reacted the same way.

"Do you understand." he whispered. "The difference between what he did to you, and what I am doing to you?"

For the first time, she looked at him. Her eyes closed for just a moment, then she looked up at him, protocol flying right out of the window. Everything she had been taught and trained vanished for a moment.

"Yes, the differences are very plain, Master."

Then once again, the picture of demure etiquette, her eyes once again fixed lower, on his shoes.

He continued to caress her cheek. "Tell me. In your own words."

She seemed mildly surprised that such a breach brought nothing immediate. But she smiled again as she continued to bump her cheek against his hand, very much like a cat.

"Joseph gave me no choice. It was not a decision that I had made that brought such things to me. He stripped me of my will to accomplish what could have been done, had one simply asked. Being here now, what is currently happening, is a situation that is of my own choosing. Before this began, you offered me safety, a comfort, should something be too much. Joseph never did such. The difference, to me, is as clear as night and day, Master."

He leaned in, with an almost predatory smile. "There is one more difference." he whispered in her ear. "Joseph, I believe, never cared at all for your pleasure. But my dear, I will torment you with pleasure and pain. We will explore together, and find the borders of your soul and will. And we will do so together."

He leaned in and kissed her lips. "I am well pleased with you, pet."

It was a small thing. Small, and nearly imperceptible. But as he spoke, the whispered words seemed to go into her ear and completely through her. It caused a slight shiver, but only one. Then it was gone.

Her mouth was warm and inviting when his lips touched hers. She did not so much return his kiss as react to it. There wasn't a demand there, though it was clear - very much so - that she would not stop him if he kissed her again.

Her smile, when he spoke again, was enough to light up her face. "Thank you, Master," she said, her tone suggestive of the appreciation that she felt in response to his praise. Because for one such as she, in such a position as she, being pleasing is nearly the highest praise one can receive.

"Do you still trust me?" he smiled.

She smiled in return.

"Of course, Master."

He nodded and smiled. "Present your neck." He picked up the collar.

With a gently snap, the collar was secured, the leash in his hand. It was firm, but as comfortable as such a thing could be.

"How does that feel, pet?"

"Heavy," she whispered, but smiled as she moved her head just a bit. Trying to get a feel for the unfamiliar weight around her throat.

"Comfortable enough, Master," was her intended and official reply.

He gave it a slight pull, drawing her in closer. "Do you understand its purpose? Explain it to me."

She let herself be pulled, and when she spoke, it was quiet. Quiet and somehow, there was a sweet tone to her voice when she answered him.

"The purpose is to show the exchange of power displayed here this evening, Master. It is a protection and a promise on both parts. In this specific instance, it is the promise I give to obey, and the promise you give to respect the obedience and submission that is currently being offered. Until it is removed, of course."

He smiled. "Yes."

He pulled something else from the drawer. "Tilt your head up."

He leaned in and kissed her softly again. "Trust." he whispered.

She had a brief flash of odd thought process:

So many who refused to trust her because of her clan. If they could see her now, if they saw this, what would they think? Would their opinion change?

Just as quickly, the thought was gone.

As before, her mouth was warm and inviting, and she nodded once at his words.

"Of course, Master," was her only comment.

He stood, caressing her shoulder as he did so.

"Follow." he commanded. With that she felt a tug as he slowly walked towards another room.

He moved slowly and the path appeared clear. He had no wish to see her bump into things, but rather simply wanted the experience of seeing her reduced to a collared plaything.

She could tell they had entered a new room, and she could hear someone moving faintly. He signaled Griselda to stop, caressing her back. There was movement around her.

"I know you'll be good for me, pet." he whispered.

And there, the nervousness was back. Not because he had taken her to a different room, but because she could hear sounds that she couldn't quite identify. It wasn't the usual fear she experienced when dealing with things of this nature; there was a sense of anticipation in it, even if she was a bit nervous.

The moment they had stopped, she had risen back up into her kneeling position, with her arms behind her. She presumed she was at his feet, even if she couldn't quite tell where his feet were.

Her head turned toward him at the sound of his voice, clearly discerning which side of him that she was on, but her head continued to stay bowed. She made a small sound, almost identical to a purr as his fingers brushed her back, and her return whisper was as quiet as his had been.

"I hope that I may please Master," she said, then there was again, that flash of almost surprise.

Oi.