Madelene Martin

Collar-Me Kate

My name is Kate — or as my friends like to call me when they're giving me shit: Collar-Me Kate.

I've always been this way, from the very first time I noticed boys. I didn't just want to kiss them, I wanted them to command me to kiss them, to pull my hair and bite my neck. My friends know about it — I met most of my them at fetish parties, and many of them are as freaky as me.

No, I've never worn an actual collar… though I would very much like to. A collar is a symbol of ownership — of submitting to your dominant body and soul. The problem is finding a guy who wants to give me one.

It's not easy to find a long-term partner. Many people just like to play once in a while, and return to their otherwise normal lives. Can't blame them for that. But a lot of people also don't understand that being dominant doesn't mean being a jerk. A full-time relationship with the right dominant would be my dream come true. But if I'm going to surrender my body and soul to a man, he has to be worth it.

These days I'm pretty well known in the scene here. I go to all the events, meet all the new people. Fetish parties are great; I love the wild equipment, the sight of the dominants leading their subs and slaves, meeting new people and playing with them.

I'll try almost anything once. I do it for pleasure, but it rewards me in other ways. Many of the men I've been with treat me like a pampered pet. Minus the collar of course.

Tonight I was going out with one of my regular partners. His name was Alex, and he liked to tease me.

I wore a short red dress — my favorite color — and matching red heels. And, as instructed, no panties.

I arrived at the restaurant and immediately spotted him across the room. Alex was a gorgeous guy — lean but strong, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He was funny, and easygoing most of the time, but very intense when we played. He wasn't into anything hardcore, but he knew how to push my buttons. I loved to please him and loved the way I affected him.

As I stepped through the doorway I tugged at the hem of my dress, willing it to cover me more completely. I was already aroused just from the thought of him knowing I had done what he asked — that I was naked under my short dress. The blush I was known for was blooming on my face, and I could already feel myself getting wet between the legs.

Alex rose from his seat and kissed me warmly on the lips. "I have something for you," he whispered, holding out a small gift box.

"Oh, thank you," I replied, exhilarated but also dreading what he might have in store for me. I sat with the box placed demurely in front of me.