This is Part XVIII, the final part of a story that started as a snippet from my drafts long ago.  Thanks to James X Morgan’s interest in the story, we’re continuing to co-create Delilah’s adventures with Master Graham.  You can find the posts here on my blog, and on James’ blog Tall Tales.

Part 1, originally named A Tantalizing Opportunity, now called Delilah’s Adventures with Master Graham: Intro is on my blog here and on James’ blog here.

Previously

MG led her to her bedroom and turned back the covers.

‘In you get, sweet girl.’

“What?  In bed?”

‘Now I want you to sleep for a while. I will stay here and help you. Later I will wake you.’

Pouting just the tiniest bit, she climbed into bed.

‘Good girl. Now, eyes closed and breathe slowly. Imagine walking in the woods, a clearing, lying down in the sunshine, a gentle breeze.’

MG stroked her hair gently for a moment then rested his hand on her shoulder and waited.

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Delilah stirred.  She felt her hair being stroked and smiled, still half asleep.

‘There you are, my lovely Delilah. Did you dream?’

“Oh!” she opened her eyes, amazed to realize she had fallen asleep.  “No, Sir, I don’t think I did dream.”

‘I’m glad you slept. Now we have something to discuss. Let’s find you a robe and we’ll take that blanket with us.

She stretched, the blanket falling away from her breasts.   “Yes, Sir,” she said, grabbing the throw blanket she had on her bed and standing, a bit wobbly.

MG smiled and took her hand then held the robe for her.

She slipped it on, then, “Bathroom first?”

‘Good idea. Then come and find me.’

Delilah took the opportunity to splash water on her face.  Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw the contentment that she felt reflected in her eyes.  She had needed the nap, although she couldn’t imagine how he’d known that.

Smiling, she headed out to find him.

‘Come and sit with me.’

“Of course.”  She joined him on the couch.

‘Tell me how you’re feeling.’

“Mmmmm, so good, Sir,” she said, stretching.  “Rested and happy.”

‘Lovely! Before your nap you told me you wanted to do something and I said no. How do you feel about that?’

“How do I – I’m – well, I was disappointed that you said no.  Of course.”  

‘Thank you for being honest. And how would you feel if I always said no?’

“I’d feel terrible!  I mean, I already felt -” she paused, she had not intended to tell him this, but it was too late to stop now.  She pulled her legs up on the couch and turned so she was facing him.  “I felt a little bit ashamed because I wanted to and you didn’t.”

‘We have agreed that we will be open with each other. There is nothing to be ashamed of. You told me what you wanted and I respect that. I told what I decided in that moment.’

“Yes, Sir.  I know that’s right.” She smiled ruefully, “But I don’t think good girls are supposed to want that as much as I do.”

‘That’s a belief that we can discuss another time but, for the record, I don’t agree.’ MG smiled at her warmly. ‘For now, I want to know how it would be for you if I decided that wouldn’t be part of our relationship.’

With a mix of horror and dismay, she said, “I wouldn’t like it!!  At all.  I mean, I know it’s up to you, but I wouldn’t like it.”

‘But would you accept my decision?’

“I don’t – I can’t – I guess, yes, I would.”

‘And why would you accept it?’

“Because,” she felt like the words were being pulled from her, she was so reluctant to say them, “we’ve agreed that you make the decision.  And I wouldn’t really want to do something that you didn’t want me to do anyhow.  So of course I’d accept it.”

‘And is that your free choice?’

“Yes, Sir, you know it is.”

‘Good. Very good. I had to be sure because I have a proposition for you. Stand in front of me and take off your robe.’

Quickly, more curious than ever, she slipped off the robe and stood in front of him.  

‘Kneel.’

On her knees again, Delilah wished that she could…  But no, she reminded herself.  Just no.

‘Last weekend you were on a high and then on Monday you felt low, grumpy, discontented. How would you have felt if I had been there with you?’

“I think I would have felt better.”

‘And how would it be if you could always feel that I were with you, even if not physically?’

“Well, that would be lovely, of course.”

‘Who do you belong to, dear Delilah?’

“I belong to you.  You know that, Sir.”

‘Mmm. And when do you belong to me?’

“All the time,” she said, but there was a bit of uncertainty in her tone.  Where was he going with this?

‘And what may I do with you?’

“Whatever you want,” she responded, wondering why he kept asking her.  Hadn’t she proven that today – and lots of other days too?

‘And is that your free will choice?’

“Yes,” she said, adding again, “But you already know that.”

‘Do you think you might like to have a physical symbol of that belonging, that choice?’

“I – well, yes, of course.  But what do you mean?”

MG reached into his bag and found a small parcel. He offered it to Delilah.

‘This is for you.’

“Oh, thank you,” she said, taking the package. She opened it and gasped.  Carefully lifting it – a collar.  Leather, soft black leather.  With a single D ring at the buckle.

She looked up.  “It’s beautiful,” she said. “But – I don’t think I understand.  What – what does it mean?”

‘If you accept,  I will put this collar around your neck as a symbol that you belong to me and that I accept your submission to me with deep affection and the utmost respect for you and your choice. Once I have put it on, I will never take it off. But you, of course, may take it off at any time for whatever reason, be that because it may not be appropriate in a given situation or because you wish to end that arrangement.’

Delilah hesitated.  She wanted the symbol of belonging to him, but something didn’t feel right about this.  

“So,” she spoke slowly, feeling her way through the words.  “The collar means that you accept my submission, and I’m glad of that.  But -” and she froze.  All she could think was, ‘what do you give me?’

But that wasn’t quite right.  He was giving her the collar, right?  Only…

“But what does this mean to you?  I mean – that you accept what I want to give – but – and really, what does it mean to me? I say I belong to you all the time, and I mean that, but what does that mean exactly?  Like, if I was going out of town to visit friends, could you tell me not to go?”

Tears welled up.  “I love the collar, Sir.  And I want to be yours.  But I don’t think I understand.”

‘Those are excellent questions and I will do my best to answer them.’

He stood and picked up her robe.

‘But first, please stand and put this on, then let me wrap the blanket around your shoulders.’

Nodding, she stood and put on the robe, let herself be wrapped in the blanket.

‘Now come and sit with me.’

Gladly, she sat next to him.  

MG pulled her close and stroked her hair.

‘My dear, sweet girl, I very much want to look after you and I would love to continue and develop our relationship as people and as Dom and sub.’

“Yes, I want that too.”

‘So let me explain what I think. A successful Dom/sub relationship can only work if both parties get from it what they want and need, and if neither party does anything that makes the other uncomfortable. It is built on mutual trust and respect for each other’s well-being and wish for fulfilment. That means there will be ongoing conversations about what is good and what is off limits as these can change over time. With me so far?’

“Yes, that makes sense.”

‘So if I tell you to bang your head against the wall just because, in theory, I can, you would probably quickly lose your trust in me and our relationship would not prosper. So as your Dom, if you’ll have me, my role is to accept your submission within limits with which you are comfortable; to allow you to fulfil your desire to submit to me in a safe environment and without taking advantage of it. Does that make sense?’

“It does.”

‘And your role is to accept my dominance within those limits; to allow me to fulfil my desire to dominate you, again without taking advantage of it. So I need always to be careful not to take you out of your comfort zone, unless we have specifically agreed something beforehand, and vice versa. Mutual respect and trust is essential, ok?’

“Yes, of course.”

‘So, yes, in theory I could forbid you from going out of town. But in doing so I would betray your trust, stifle your individuality and free will and end up losing the very thing that I want: a mutually fulfilling relationship with you.’

She nodded, “Yes.  That wouldn’t work at all.”

‘And one more thing.’

MG’s sparkling eyes reflected his broad smile.

‘I have encouraged you to take care of your belongings, haven’t I? If you belonged to me and I did not take care of you then I would be the worst kind of hypocrite, wouldn’t I?’

Delilah laughed.  “Yes, that would be pretty hypocritical.  I do know you’ll take care of me.”  She was still holding the collar, stroking the soft leather.

“So you’ll accept my submission because I want to give it, and I’ll accept your dominance because I know you want to “Dom me,” so to speak.  Is that right?”

‘That’s right, but only in the context of mutual respect and a real desire to satisfy each other’s needs and wishes as well as our own.’

Delilah brought the collar up to her face and stroked it against her cheek.  Her eyes half closed, she took in his words.  Mutual respect… a desire to satisfy each other…

‘And kinky sex,’ she thought, ‘kinky sex and spanking.’  Her eyes popped open. She laughed, practically giggling.  “Yes.  Yes, please Sir.  I would love to wear your collar.”

‘And that, dear girl, was the right answer. Give me the collar, take off your robe and kneel.’

Reenergized and happy, she obeyed.  Looking up at him, she waited.

‘When you wear this, even if I am not physically with you, you will know that you belong to me and that I will take care of you.’

MG stood and walked behind Delilah, placed the collar around her neck and adjusted it then sat in front of her again.

‘My Delilah.’

“My Sir,” she said.  She was very aware of the collar around her neck.  It wasn’t very heavy, but she couldn’t ignore it either.  She wondered how it looked on her.  But MG was talking.

‘Now, as I said, there may be times when you feel it inappropriate to wear that collar in your everyday life but I want you always to have something you can wear instead if you so choose.’

MG reached into his bag again and pulled out two small packages and offered them to Delilah.

‘One is more dressy and the other you can wear anywhere so you may always feel that I am with you.’

She was surprised – and delighted.  “That’s so sweet!  I’d already been thinking about how many places and times I wouldn’t be able to wear a leather collar, and you – of course you anticipated that.” A bit shyly, she added, “You are the most thoughtful man I’ve ever known.”

Slowly, she opened the first package, revealing a black velvet choker with a teardrop sapphire set in the centre.  She looked back up at MG.  

“Sir!  This is gorgeous.  This is really – I can’t thank you enough.  I love it. I can’t wait to try it on.”

‘It is beautiful and you will make it look even more so.’

She opened the final package with even more curiosity. She gasped at the short plain gold braided necklace – simple, but so beautiful.  

“These are perfect, Sir.” she said quietly.  There were tears in her eyes now, she was so moved by the collars and his care.

She smiled.  “This one,” putting her hand to her throat, “Is the most submissive of course, and makes me feel, well, you know, submissive.  I love that.  I can’t wait to wear it to the club.”

“But this one,” and she gestures to the velvet choker with the teardrop sapphire, “This one makes me feel like you’re claiming me with pride.”

“And the gold chain – I can wear it when I’m working, or anytime.  It really will be like you’re always touching me.”

And then, with a half sob, half laugh, she said, “But I might love the leather one best, because that one so clearly says that I belong to you.  That I obey you.”

She reached up to him, needing to put her arms around him.

MG reached out and drew her in. 

‘Hmm. Normally you should wait until I give you permission to move. Perhaps this time I’ll make an exception. Or perhaps not – that could be fun – perhaps I’ll spank you later.’

Delilah laughed, “Either way is fine with me.”

‘Now then, down you go. Kneel.’

‘What would you like to do now?’

Her eyes sparkling, she said, “Well, I’m here on my knees already – and you are right here – I would like to taste you now, please, Sir.”

MG reached out and looped a finger through the ring on her collar.

‘Not now. Come with me.’

She gasped.  The pull on her collar sent waves of submission through her, arousing her in a way that shook her to the core.  He could leash her, chain her – yes, she could use her safe word, but when her sense of ‘belonging to him’ was this intense, could she really?  

And she wanted this.  To be saturated in the sensations of being his, lusting for him, longing to be used for his pleasure… 

MG led her to the bedroom. 

‘Now take off my clothes.’

Still almost dizzy from this deepening awareness, she said softly, “Yes, Sir.” 

Gently, respectfully, giving the task her full attention, she unbuttoned his shirt.  Pulled it off his shoulders, letting her fingertips caress him as she did. Stroking his shoulders and back with one hand, while the other held the shirt.  

Carefully folding the shirt, in half she laid it over the chair.

“Would you like to sit on the bed while I take your socks off, Sir?”

MG’s eyes twinkled.

‘Yes my dear, I believe I would.’

She knelt at his feet. Tenderly, she pulled off his socks, letting his feet rest on her thighs, gently massaging each foot for a few moments.  Stroked his ankles and calves before placing his feet back on the floor.

She stood for a moment to move the socks to the seat of the chair.  Then knelt in front of him again.

“Will you stand, Sir, so I can take your pants, please?”

He gently stroked her cheek then happily did as he was bidden.

Undoing the belt buckle took some effort, but once she succeeded, it was easier to unbutton, unzip, and then tug his pants down.  Again, she paused, stroking his thighs with one hand, the other hand moving to his chest, her fingers toying gently with his hair.  

Leaving the pants around his ankles, she moved to his briefs next, pulling them down slowly.  As his cock appeared, already hard, she took a minute to admire it, stroking his stomach as she did.

MG shivered appreciatively.

Then, “Will you sit please?” and she was almost laughing as she tugged the pants off, and the briefs, almost falling over as they suddenly pulled free.  

Standing to fold the pants, as expected, carefully placing them, and the folded briefs, on the chair.  Very aware that this was an act of service.  All of her attention focused on wanting to please him.

Turning back to her Sir, she brought her hands together, palms facing each other, and gave a half bow.  “Clothing is off, Sir!”

‘Good girl. My very beautiful good girl.’

~~ The End ~~