It was the last day. She had promised.

I shifted around in the chair to which I was currently bound. Rope was expertly and snugly wrapped around my ankles, knees, thighs, chest, and arms. Every loop tight without being painful. She had been quite careful. There had never been pain with her, unless as part of a scene. No needless cruelty. That wasn't her. That wasn't my Domme. Sarah. My captress.

I huffed into the ball gag that was buckled into my mouth, thinking back. This had begun simply enough. A blind date set up by mutual friends. A fun, intensely interesting dinner and movie, followed by moving back to her place. I couldn't remember how the conversation had come up, but I found myself testing out some simple rope bondage. Rope bondage that became part of that night's more intimate activities. When I awoke the next day, I was still bound in ropes, and I had a collar locked around my neck. The same black leather collar I had now.

I gave a soft moan into my gag as I squirmed in my ropes, enjoying the feel of them. Sarah had been quite straightforward. She had snuggled up next to me, as I moaned and strained in my bonds, and told me what she wanted. She had really enjoyed herself, and she wanted to see me again. And again, and again. But, she explained, she wanted to keep playing here with me without the need for further public time. As she was massaging me this entire time, and as she was a whiz with the ropes so I felt utterly relaxed, I ended up agreeing. She popped the gag out of my mouth, and we negotiated. We decided on two weeks. For her to see if she enjoyed our spark. For me to be her tied up toy.

It had been fun. I mentally agreed, while continuing to struggle playfully against her ropes. My first real bondage experience, and I couldn't have conjured up a more caring domme. These had been probably the most relaxing two weeks of my life, as Sarah kept me bound and helpless. Utterly dependent on her and what she wanted. It had been quite the experience.

"Hiya handsome," Sarah plunked herself down in my lap. My reply was muffled both by the gag and the several deep kisses she then planted on my gagged lips. I closed my eyes and moaned. This was heavenly.

"Sooooo, I have some news. Also a gift for you, for agreeing to this for me." She smiled and gave me a gentler kiss on my gagged lips, before wrapping her arms around me and leaning against my chest. One hand remained wrapped around my neck as the other drifted down to begin making small circles on my naked chest. I moaned into my gag and pressed my head into hers. Sarah was amazing.

"I know its the last day. But I just wanted to tell you something. You can...you can make your decision still after I tell you this ok?" She suddenly sounded nervous. I hummed reassuringly into my gag as she looked into my eyes. She gave a short grin, licking her lips, "Ok, ummm, so I've...I've really enjoyed the last couple of weeks. I really, uh, I really like you."

We both seemed to blush at that, though my eyes were certainly wider than hers. She kept going, her other hand not making circles now playing with my collar, "I was, ummm, wondering...Would you...do you think, you would like...uuuhhhh, boyfriend!" The last word seemed to leap out of her. I blinked, face still flushed as she asked again rapid fire, "wannabemyboyfriend??"

I blushed again, staring at her. She buried her face into my chest, her ears tinged scarlet.

"Mmmmph!" I grunted, getting her to look back up. I grinned around the gag and nodded. Her face lit up with a massive grin.

"Really? Really, you want to be?" She was always a happy person, Sarah was. But her smile looked like her face was going to split in two. I nodded again, grinning around the gag. She wrapped her arms back around me, crushing me against the chair in a great bear hug, "Oooooooo Yes!!!"

I was then subjected to a barrage of kisses, liberally interspersed with happy squeaks from Sarah. It was a trifle overwhelming, but I tried to give as good as I got. Eventually though she calmed down enough to move on to the second item.

"I'm soooo glad you said yes. I was hoping, but...well, never mind." She grinned again, picking up a small wooden box from the floor, "So I have a present." She reached up with one hand and stroked the side of my face, "I want you to feel special, boyfriend of mine. I really do. So I got you this hoping you would say yes."

She unsnapped the boxes catches, and flipped the lid open. My eyes widened. Nestled inside on a small bed of velvet was a beautifully crafted, gorgeous leather slave collar. A tag hung from the front d-ring, on which I could read Property of Sarah. The back had an involved looking locking mechanism. I turned my wide eyes towards Sarah, as she unbuckled my (by comparison) rather plain black leather collar and tossed it to one side.

"Every boy I've been with before has worn that one. Or a similar one. Even the ones who let me keep them for months. I didn't want you feeling like there was no change in status, becoming my boyfriend. You mean the world to me, handsome." She gently took the collar from its box and slowly wrapped it around my throat. I was frozen, watching her as she did this. The mental ground on which I stood felt so uncertain from only moments before.

"Now, I know you've really enjoyed my ropes, but I've been dying to see what you look like in nothing but leather bonds. So that's what allll next week is going to be. Just you, naked and in bondage. Maybe cooking for me like that." She giggled.

I grunted into my gag, suddenly spurred by the thought of still being in bondage. This was the last day! She had promised!

She seemed to understand the urgent look in my eyes. "You're wondering about the extra time? Sweetie, you said yes. We're boyfriend and girlfriend now." She gave me a sultry kiss, and whispered, "That collar isn't ever going to come off. And you aren't ever going to leave. You could get hurt out there, and then I'd lose you!" She looked troubled by the thought of that, and hugged me closer again. I moaned into my gag, aware of just how securely bound I was. And she had plans for more. Much more. For keeping me here with her, never to be free. I moaned again, as she ground her rear into my cock. She grinned at my reaction, planting more kisses on my lips and face,

"I could never risk that handsome. So you'll be staying with me permanently. Collared. Bound. And cared for, by me. I know its a big change, so I'll make sure no one bothers us until you've become comfortable. I would never want to embarrass you at all." Another hug as she whispered into my ear,

"Mine. Always and forever."