Chapter 13

It was Sunday morning. The sun was trying to spill into the room around the curtains and I felt wonderful. Sure, I was a little sore but it was that great feeling after a really good work out when your muscles ached a bit but you were so filled with endorphins that you just feel incredibly alive.

To say that my evening with Jennifer went better than expected would be an understatement. After getting my gift, and putting it on, Jennifer had been unable, or at least unwilling, to take her eyes off me. There was such an intensity about her all through dinner, like she was vibrating on a different frequency than the rest of the world, and it was only through her sheer will power that she was able to stay on this plane of existence.

I suppose I should describe the gift.

One of the things I realized is that while I had acknowledged that she was mine, I had tried to be somewhat subtle about it with the gift I had given her at the beginning of the school year. While the experienced eye would recognize the slave anklet with its lock for what it was, it was subtle enough that most people never even noticed it.

Although I think that Jennifer purposefully chose skirts and dresses over pants so that she could show it off. Even when she did wear pants or jeans, she chose those that were shorter, even capris, so that the anklet could be seen.

I had decided that I needed something more overt to show the world that she was mine. Not that I expected her to wear it every day but on a special evening like this one, I hoped she would agree to wear it.

And so, I had decided to get her a collar. But not just some tacky leather thing or something obtuse like a spiked dog collar. She was far too precious to insult with such a gift.

Instead, I had selected a diamond choker. It had cost me more than my truck but I knew she was worth it. It had two rows of diamonds that would encircle her neck and the clasp had a small silver lock that also connected a platinum metal leash. But given how nice the leash looked, she could drape it between her breasts and it would appear as if it were just a fashionable part of the choker.

I planned to lead her into the restaurant this evening though. I wanted our positions to be very clear.

I had also given instructions to Jennifer that I wanted her to wear some version of a little black dress. She was also to wear stockings, heels, and no panties. I wanted her to be aware of her arousal all evening and the thought of soaking her dress to be on her mind.

That evening she did not disappoint. She was dressed to the nines, with her stunning body accented perfectly by the dress, the stockings and the heels. I had told her to wear her diamond stud earrings but no other jewelry. I could see that she had taken this to heart save for the anklet that she never removed.

When she walked into the living room, where I was waiting, I smiled at the sight of her. I then asked her to kneel in the middle of the room.

I stepped behind her and swept her hair to the side and then pulled out the choker and began to fasten it around her neck.

When she felt the cold metal around her neck, she reflexively reached up to touch it, but I cleared my throat and her hands immediately fell back to her lap. I noticed that her posture improved as well, her back straight, her chest thrust out, and her head held high.

I finished fastening the choker and took the lead in my hand and stood to her side. “You may stand up my lovely slave.” I said quietly.

Jennifer rose gracefully and when she started to reach for her new collar, she looked at me. I nodded and her hands began to explore the choker.

“Can I look in a mirror, Master?” she asked.

I’m not sure why I didn’t let her but somehow, I knew the right thing to do was say no and stay in control of the situation. Instead, I shook my head slightly.

“We need to get going,” I said and with a gentle pull on her lead I walked to the door.

I walked her out to my truck, which seemed just a bit incongruous with the way we were dressed, and helped her climb up into the front seat. When she was settled, I laid the silver lead between her breasts and closed the door.

The drive to the restaurant was quiet but the smile on Jennifer’s face could light up the night. She just fingered her new choker, which we both knew was really a collar, and smiled at me with an unflattering gaze.

If I am honest, it was a little disconcerting.

Dinner was an experience in and of itself. The best French restaurant in town had a bit of a reputation for being rather rude to people who were too full of themselves. They were known to refuse service to people who were rude or too demanding.

So, I was a little nervous how they would react to me walking in with Jennifer on a lead. However, when the maître d’ saw us, she broke into the biggest smile.

“Oh my God,” she said quietly excited, “I love it! I am so jealous, that is a gorgeous collar!”

When I saw Jennifer waiting for me to speak, I nodded to her, as I was not the subject of the question.

“Yes, Master just gave it to me. I haven’t even seen it yet.”

She took Jennifer’s arm and the two of them were just whispering and talking a mile a minute. They might have gone for a while but I was hungry and wanted to eat. I cleared my throat.

They both immediately looked up at me with a guilty expression. The maître d’ immediate nodded and stepped away.

“Please follow me. I had reserved a regular table for you but I think I have a better seating in mind.”

With that she walked in front of us leading us to our table. I swear she put an extra sway in her step, doing the fashion walk with one foot in front of the other, as we walked across the restaurant to the chef’s table.

The chef’s table was usually reserved for personal friends of the chef or for special guests of the restaurant. It was located just next to the open kitchen and the guests seated there could see the food being prepared and carry on a conversation with the people working there.

“Sir,” the maître d’ called out once we were seated, “I have some special guests that I think you will want to meet.”

“I’ll be out in a minute,” answered someone in the back.

“Chef Jacque will be out in a moment,” she told us as she put the napkins in our laps. I think she purposely groped me as she smoothed the napkin into my lap and I know there was a lot of touching involved as she helped Jennifer into her seat.

“Sir, please forgive me if I overstep, but it might be a good idea to tuck her lead into her dress while you are eating. Anyone who needs to know will understand the significance of her jewelry.”

I nodded and she helped Jennifer tuck the short lead into Jennifer’s cleavage.

She took one final look at us and with a nod she headed back to the front after having a brief word with the waiter who was to serve us this evening.

Jennifer was a picture of joy as she sat at the table. She looked like a princess sitting there, her hair done up, her neck and ears adorned with elegant jewelry, her makeup done to a tee, and wearing her little black dress. She sat with regal posture as well, her back straight, head up and clearly, she owned the room.

I had seen the reactions of people as we walked across the restaurant. While they all wondered who we were and why we merited a seat at the Chef’s table, they also couldn’t stop staring at Jennifer. She was indeed a vision to behold.

A moment later a slightly disheveled man appeared from the kitchen and walked over to the table. He was looking at me with a frown but when he looked at Jennifer, he looked confused for a moment and then lit up in a smile.

“Jennifer!” He boomed, “oh my God, it has been too long!”

And with that he pulled her up from her chair and gave her a crushing hug.

Jennifer seemed a bit lost and overwhelmed. She gently hugged the man back giving me a look that asked me to help.

I stood and started to step toward them when he released her and turned to me, “And who is this fine young man?” he asked Jennifer.

“Chef Jacque, I’d like to introduce you to my Master, James Darein. Master, this is Jacque, a friend of Greg’s family.”

I reached out my hand to shake but instead I was grabbed and pulled into a bear hug much as Jennifer had been. When he finally released me, he took a half step back not letting go of my hand and looked me in the eye.

“You are a very lucky man to have such a fine woman devoted to you. My only advice to you, is don’t hurt her. She has a lot of friends who wouldn’t like that.”

And then, as if to show he meant only the best, he pulled me into another hug.

“Sit, sit!” he rather demanded when he finally released me. He pulled up a chair and when I was sure that Jennifer was reseated, I took my own seat.

“Why haven’t you come around the restaurant?” he asked Jennifer. “We all missed you!” he said to her.

Jennifer again looked to me.

“Jennifer, I don’t want you to ask my permission for everything!” I replied softly.

“Yes, Sir. We haven’t talked about what your collar means and I don’t want to assume what you want when you collar me,” she answered quietly.

Chef Jacque watched quietly and when I again nodded to her, she turned to answer him, “It hurt too much to come here and see you with Raquel!” she quietly whispered. “After Greg died, I was lost and all my friends who wanted to help just reminded me of what I had lost.”

She paused and looked at me, her face sad but she had a smile for me.

“And then James rather saved me from myself. I was in the process of trying to figure out how to go on living when he rather stumbled into my life and he is everything I could have hoped for!”

She paused and looked at me again as if she again wanted my permission to continue. When I showed her I was waiting for her to continue, she looked again at Jacque.

“Before you ask, he is younger than I am, still in high school, but he is so mature. He is more of a man than most of the men I have met in my life.”

Jacque nodded at that and turned to look at me. It was like a proud father looking at a son or at least how I imagined it might be. I missed my father a lot just then.

“So, James, tell me a bit about yourself,” he asked me.

“As Jennifer said, I’m a Junior in high school. I am a swimmer and qualified for nationals this year and I am hoping to one day compete at the collegiate level and even the Olympics.”

“But what is your passion?” he asked. “What is it you want to do in life?”

“I’d like to be like my father,” I answered. “I’d like to study business and leadership to see where it takes me. Like my father, I’d like to leave the world a better place than I found it.”

Jennifer beamed at me that look of absolute adoration back in her face. Jacque nodded and then smiled.

“Raquel!” he boomed looking toward the front of the restaurant.

“Yes, Sir!” Raquel answered scurrying back to our table. When she arrived, she dropped to her knees in a kneel that rivaled Jennifer’s for posture and grace.

“I want you to personally ensure that these ‘very special guests’ are well taken care of this evening.” He ordered with an emphasis on ‘very special.’ “Perhaps if you do a good job, Master James will bring Jennifer around again for a visit.”

“Yes Sir, as you wish!” Raquel answered with a smile that lit up her face.

“And go put on your nice collar,” he added as he stood and headed back to the kitchen.

Raquel slowly stood, hugged Jennifer and ran off into the kitchen, returning a few minutes later wearing an elaborate metal collar. It appeared to be a series of Celtic knots all intertwined into a collar. And despite admiring it for the evening I never did figure out how it was fastened.

The rest of the evening was a blur of food, conversation and seeing the joy on Jennifer’s face as she interacted with Raquel, Jacque and me. It was a whole different side of her that I was discovering.

I had seen business woman Jennifer when she had helped set up my company and then helped to negotiate its sale.

And I had seen meek and submissive Jennifer when she was worried that she had seriously injured me. There was also ‘bitch mistress’ Jennifer when she was coaching me, making sure that I was giving it my all, and ‘sexual beast’ Jennifer when she was coaxing one orgasm after the other from us in the bedroom.

But this social butterfly personality, where she was free and open and laughing, was a side I really hadn’t seen before. Oh, I had seen glimpses when I watched her interact with Mom, Sarah and Lisa when they didn’t know I was watching, but now it was like I had released this side of her by putting the collar around her neck.

I also learned a good deal about her that night.

It turned out that Jacque was Greg’s godfather. Their families had known each other for ages their great grandparents coming to the States together. Greg had grown up in a family where dominants and submissives were just a normal part of life. So, when he found Jennifer, it was like a perfect match.

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