C is for Collar

This is Part 3, her perspective. Be sure to read part 1, here, and part 2, here.

Bree stopped just inside the entrance and turned to Gabe. “Stay here. I’ll be back with the keys.”

She watched him stop and look at her. Her tone had changed subtly, but the change had been there. Bree knew he had heard it and he watched as she walked across the lobby and up to the counter. She shifted her posture just a bit and she was all business as she paid for the room and got the keys.

Knowing Gabe was watching every move she made, she handed back one key and said, “Oh, we’ll only need one key,” just loud enough for her voice to travel across the small lobby. She turned around and gestured to Gabe to follow her with the luggage as she headed to the room.

Bree smiled as she heard the luggage cart try to keep up with her. Of course, she also knew that the discarded underwear was still front and center in his mind as she walked in front of him. The breeze was blowing gently and it was moving her skirt around a bit as she walked.

As she got to the door, she opened it and turned to Gabe. “Put those two in the bedroom, that one in the bathroom and leave the heavy one right here. Then light the fireplace and take the luggage cart back. Make sure you come back with some ice to chill the wine.”

Vista Suite Cottage

He entered the room and started to look around. She could see him looking at the red rocks from the balcony doors and catching a glimpse of the large tub in the bathroom. She watched him start to open the balcony door to go outside and…

“I believe that I told you to take care of the luggage and two other chores. I didn’t tell you to go outside. That’s a demerit. Do what I told you.”

Bree knew exactly what that would do to Gabe. He stopped in his tracks and turned red. “Yes, Mistress,” he said and his entire demeanor changed. Gone was Gabe the executive and in his place was her submissive. “I’m sorry that I disobeyed.”

Nodding, she indicated where to place the bags. She sat on the couch and watched him start the fireplace. As he started to leave to return the cart and get the ice, Gabe reached for the key on the counter. “Did I say you could take that? You may knock when you return.”

After he left, Bree grinned. This weekend was going to be just what they both needed after the long project. She opened the heavy bag, pulling out two bottles of wine and placing them on the counter next to the ice bucket. Below them were lots of fun toys. Which to start with? She pulled out his collar and cuffs. These would be first, of course.

She placed them on the table in front of the couch and went outside to sit and wait. The day was perfect. The sun was making the mountains shine red and she could hear some birds as well as the creek in the distance. She looked around to check out the level of privacy they would have. No one else appeared to be outside, but there had been quite a few cars in the parking lot when they arrived.

“Well, maybe I’ll push those non-exhibitionist tendencies of his just a bit,” she murmured as she laughed. Hearing a knock on the door, she went inside.

“Who is it?” she called.

“Me,” Gabe answered. She opened the door and looked at him, waiting. “Me, Mistress,” he said as quietly as he could. She tapped her fingers on the doorframe impatiently. Nervously he cleared his throat and said clearly, “Me, Mistress.”

Bree made sure that he had ice before she allowed him into the room. Indicating the ice bucket, she said, “Please put one of the bottles of wine on ice. And then strip and come over here so I can put on your collar and cuffs.”

Gabe took care of the wine and headed to the bedroom to remove his clothes. “No, here is fine,” she said. He turned and came back, starting to unbutton his shirt and looking anywhere but at her. Bree smiled and stood, just a little too close, watching. His fingers were fumbling with the buttons, but he finally got the shirt off.

As he took off his pants, Bree reached over to touch him. “Hmmm…someone is enjoying this.” Gabe unconsciously pulled away a bit and she firmly took hold of him. “I am in charge this weekend. Remember that.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said and finished undressing. He waited patiently while Bree put on his collar and then the cuffs, stepping back to admire her work.

“Pour me a glass of wine and then unpack the bags in the bedroom and the bathroom. You know how I want things to be. And don’t touch this other bag. I’ll be waiting on the balcony for you. Don’t keep me waiting.”

As she sat on the balcony, Bree could hear him in the room moving around, opening drawers and the closet to put away their things. Turning, she could see him now in the bathroom lining up everything just so. She grinned and turned back to the view.

“I’m done, Mistress. Do you want to check?” she heard from the doorway.

“In a bit. Come out here now and sit at my feet. I want to enjoy the view before it gets dark.”

“But…” She heard him nervously trying to figure out if she meant in his current state of undress. “Should I put on my clothes?” he asked softly.

“No. Just like that,” Bree commanded.

This is Part 3, her perspective. Be sure to read part 1, here, and part 2, here.

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