couple of months ago, with this day in mind, he’d met Elsa
Puchella, Gabby’s favorite jeweler. They’d sat down in her office and talked
about what he was looking for. She’d been intrigued and, after pulling out a
tablet of unlined paper, had started asking questions and rapidly drawing.
They’d appeared to be doodles to him. They hadn’t been much to look at, but
everything changed when she’d turned the paper.
Right then he understood why his lover held the designer in
such high esteem. The procedure had been interesting and resulted in exactly
what he’d wanted his woman to wear.
Max opened the box to double check it was in order. The
collar was more than a simple piece of jewelry. The piece spoke in elegant
terms of what she meant to him, to all of him. Thick gold chain links, eight
hundred of them, were brought together in a loose pattern. Elsa had said it was
her take on the traditional Byzantine pattern for chainmail. The designer would
know better than him. What he knew was how the chocker would look stunning
encircling his lover’s neck. Its placement would claim her as belonging to him
and only him.
A solid loop marked the end of the chocker and acted as the
clasp. The two circular links of gold were overlapped and a gold padlock
connected them together and he held the key. Underneath the satin lining of the
box rested compartments. Inside one slot was a matching chain leash for those
times they played the pet game, as well as a few other pieces to experiment
with.
He couldn’t wait any longer to put the collar around her
neck, bringing with it all the symbolism and meaning they both wanted.
Turning around, his breath caught in the back of his throat.
Gabby and who she was as a person robbed him of air.
In a kneeling and waiting position, she looked incredibly
free and ready for whatever he offered. Then, with a deeper look, he took in
her blonde hair tossed wildly around her head from sleep. Her chest moved with
her panting and her cheeks were painted pink with excitement. Suddenly she had
the aura of a wild animal full of lust.
It was an utterly intoxicating sight.
“You are simply stunning,” he whispered as he leaned against
the bed and dropped a gentle kiss on her lips. Standing up, he held out the box
for her to see. After she inhaled sharply, he slowly opened the lid and told
her what he wanted. “Will you wear my collar? Will you be mine in every way?
Will you submit yourself to only me?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh Max, my heart, body and soul already
belong to you. Of course I’ll wear your collar. I want to show the world how
I’m yours.”
Lifting the gold links from their black satin bed, they
clinked together as he held it draped across the palm of his hand. He held it
there to give her time to take in the intricate nature of the piece.
Her response was heartwarming. She gasped sharply and he met
her gaze. There were tears pooling in her golden orbs and before he could say a
word, she spoke on a gruff voice.
“It’s us.” One of the most pleasing parts of the gift for
him was how she viewed what he’d been trying to give her with this piece of
gold. It wasn’t merely jewelry created by someone she respected. It even went
beyond being something to symbolize their sexual preferences and their special
connection.
No, the gold collar represented them as a couple.
There were many qualities making them the individual people
they were. The multitude of rings represented all those aspects. The enduring
metal, endlessly interwoven, was them as individuals brought together through
love.
“I wanted a special item that brought us into one place.”
“Oh Max, I love you.”
“I love you too, Gabby.” He stroked a finger over her lip
before leaning over to kiss her softly. It was a light, loving touch, meant to
ease the tension in his cock, but it didn’t. She made him hard and kept him in
the ready to play position. Smelling her uniquely sweet scent, feeling her
silken flesh
Puchella, Gabby’s favorite jeweler. They’d sat down in her office and talked
about what he was looking for. She’d been intrigued and, after pulling out a
tablet of unlined paper, had started asking questions and rapidly drawing.
They’d appeared to be doodles to him. They hadn’t been much to look at, but
everything changed when she’d turned the paper.
Right then he understood why his lover held the designer in
such high esteem. The procedure had been interesting and resulted in exactly
what he’d wanted his woman to wear.
Max opened the box to double check it was in order. The
collar was more than a simple piece of jewelry. The piece spoke in elegant
terms of what she meant to him, to all of him. Thick gold chain links, eight
hundred of them, were brought together in a loose pattern. Elsa had said it was
her take on the traditional Byzantine pattern for chainmail. The designer would
know better than him. What he knew was how the chocker would look stunning
encircling his lover’s neck. Its placement would claim her as belonging to him
and only him.
A solid loop marked the end of the chocker and acted as the
clasp. The two circular links of gold were overlapped and a gold padlock
connected them together and he held the key. Underneath the satin lining of the
box rested compartments. Inside one slot was a matching chain leash for those
times they played the pet game, as well as a few other pieces to experiment
with.
He couldn’t wait any longer to put the collar around her
neck, bringing with it all the symbolism and meaning they both wanted.
Turning around, his breath caught in the back of his throat.
Gabby and who she was as a person robbed him of air.
In a kneeling and waiting position, she looked incredibly
free and ready for whatever he offered. Then, with a deeper look, he took in
her blonde hair tossed wildly around her head from sleep. Her chest moved with
her panting and her cheeks were painted pink with excitement. Suddenly she had
the aura of a wild animal full of lust.
It was an utterly intoxicating sight.
“You are simply stunning,” he whispered as he leaned against
the bed and dropped a gentle kiss on her lips. Standing up, he held out the box
for her to see. After she inhaled sharply, he slowly opened the lid and told
her what he wanted. “Will you wear my collar? Will you be mine in every way?
Will you submit yourself to only me?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh Max, my heart, body and soul already
belong to you. Of course I’ll wear your collar. I want to show the world how
I’m yours.”
Lifting the gold links from their black satin bed, they
clinked together as he held it draped across the palm of his hand. He held it
there to give her time to take in the intricate nature of the piece.
Her response was heartwarming. She gasped sharply and he met
her gaze. There were tears pooling in her golden orbs and before he could say a
word, she spoke on a gruff voice.
“It’s us.” One of the most pleasing parts of the gift for
him was how she viewed what he’d been trying to give her with this piece of
gold. It wasn’t merely jewelry created by someone she respected. It even went
beyond being something to symbolize their sexual preferences and their special
connection.
No, the gold collar represented them as a couple.
There were many qualities making them the individual people
they were. The multitude of rings represented all those aspects. The enduring
metal, endlessly interwoven, was them as individuals brought together through
love.
“I wanted a special item that brought us into one place.”
“Oh Max, I love you.”
“I love you too, Gabby.” He stroked a finger over her lip
before leaning over to kiss her softly. It was a light, loving touch, meant to
ease the tension in his cock, but it didn’t. She made him hard and kept him in
the ready to play position. Smelling her uniquely sweet scent, feeling her
silken flesh
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