Chapter 9: Circle of Love

Graduation seemed anticlimactic to Evan. One milestone in school was just a minor footnote on the journey he found himself taking. The relationship with his mother was all consuming. The emotional bonds they were forming far exceeded the paltry mother/son bonds they had once shared and never having been exceptionally close to another girl, he had nothing with which to compare it.

He did realize that part, if not most of his fascination with his mother was his sexual desire for her body. He was, after all, barely eighteen, a male at his sexual peak. His body was telling him to fuck anything on two legs with a slit and here was a gorgeous, very feminine female welcoming him to do with her body whatever he wanted. Maybe a saint could have pulled back and resisted, but he sure couldn't. Besides he didn't want to resist. Yes, part of their relationship was the physical sexual aspect but he really did love this woman, first as his mother and then as his woman and lover.

To make a long story short when it came to thinking about a simple graduation, high school or not, or humping this perfect creature, well there really wasn't much of a contest.

Of course he went to the ceremony and walked across the stage for his diploma, but it wasn't the after-graduation parties he was thinking about. What was on his mind was the fact that his prim little mom in her pretty pink spring dress wasn't wearing any panties under that dress and would be willing to drop to her knees in front of the whole class if he told her to. They had their own graduation party that night, which probably involved almost as many sperm deposits between partners as all the rest of the parties combined.

What interested Cheri was Evan's birthday coming less than a week after graduation. Her man would be eighteen and an adult under the law, able to enter into contracts, buy and sell property, get married and live on his own. What to get a man who has everything and nothing? When she asked him, he would just grin and tell her he didn't want anything more than he was already getting, she didn't understand and he wouldn't explain.

She wanted to get him something special, something he would remember forever and finally after much thought hit on what she thought was the perfect present. It was something he already owned but didn't use. Maybe he was too afraid or embarrassed to use it, but whatever the reason he would have his nose shoved in it and then see what he'd do!

Evan had his own idea of what would make a perfect birthday gift and searched high and low to find it. It turned out what he wanted was readily available if a bit pricey. Screw the cost, he thought, this is perfect! He ordered it and with overnight delivery it arrived just in time.

The schedule for his birthday had already been set. He had given instructions to Cheri the week before and they had been followed exactly.

First was to be dinner at a very posh restaurant in a town about 30 miles away; fewer people might know them there. Then they would go dancing at a nearby nightclub, a very expensive nightclub that didn't ask too many questions of its clientéle. After that they would spend the night at a hotel in that town, the honeymoon suite no less.

Evan was dressed in a new suit, one tailored to accentuate his slim muscular build. His hair was fashionable for the day and well groomed. He looked like a young professional rather than a boy just out of high school. He had loaded himself down with cash and was ready to show his best girl the town.

Rising from his seat as Cheri slowly walked down the stairs he sucked in his breath at the vision before him. Although he'd told her in general what he wanted her to wear, the impact of her carrying out his orders stunned him. She was in a sleek black gown, very simple and very elegant. It had a plunging neckline that seemed to show a lot more cleavage than it really did. Tight in the waist, it flowed down over her hips and came to rest with the hemline at about mid thigh. Dark semi-opaque hose that showed every delicious curve of her leg drew the eye down to open toed black four-inch stiletto heeled pumps that just screamed out sex appeal. Her hair was piled high on her head with small ringlets falling loose to the side. Her neck was bare and milky white against the black of her outfit.

For a minute he was unsure of what he wanted to do. He was absolutely struck numb by her beauty and elegance; he had never seen his mother like this. Palms sweaty, he felt like a geek, or maybe a frog, waiting for the princess of his dreams.

Cheri saw the look in his eye and the pallor of his face and wondered if she had made some mistake. Didn't he like it? She thought she knew what he wanted but maybe she was wrong; something seemed to be wrong.

"What's wrong, Evan?" she asked stopping at the bottom of the stairs. "Did I get it wrong? I'm sorry. I thought I understood what you wanted. Tell me what you want and I'll do it!" Tears started to well up in her eyes. She had tried so hard and now it looks like she had failed.

Her obvious distress shook him out of his momentary panic. Shaking his head he smiled at her and let himself enjoy the vision in front of him. Moving over to her he took her hand and led her to a chair in the living room where he indicated she should sit.

"Wrong? Nothing is wrong except that I was literally knocked breathless when I saw you. I knew you were beautiful but I didn't realize just how beautiful you really are. I'm sorry I worried you; I feel like the frog with the princess and I guess my self-esteem took a bit of a blow there."

"You aren't any frog, honey," she said blushing from the pleasure of hearing his praise. "You are my stallion, my stud, my master."

"Yes, that is what I wanted to talk to you about," he actually got down on one knee beside the chair while reaching under to retrieve a velvet-covered box he had placed there earlier.

"You've told me I own you body and soul. I have to admit while it is has to be the fantasy of every man living to own a beautiful creature like you, it still doesn't seem real to me." He opened the box and showed her what lay within.

Inside was a gorgeous choker/cameo combination. The choker looked like midnight black velvet but on closer examination was actually a mesh of finely woven metal threads. The cameo had the look of antique aged ivory or mother of pearl. There was a figure on the cameo, in fact a face. When she bent closer to look, Cheri was surprised to see the face was hers! Or at least close enough that you couldn't tell the difference.

"Oh Evan, it's beautiful! It is the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen! But why are you giving this to me? It's your birthday, not mine. I should be giving you presents, if you'd ever tell me what you want."

"Well, you see the thing is, this is my present."

"You're going to wear this? Well okay, but usually men don't wear them, you know." She looked at him with a kind of bemused puzzlement. It was a bit strange but what the hell; he was the master after all.

"No I don't plan to wear it," he chuckled, "there is only one place this piece should reside and that's around your pretty neck. But I have to tell you there is something special about this necklace. Do you see this?"

Lifting the choker out of the box he turned it so she could see the two ends where they hooked together. Except that she didn't see the hooks or how it would unfasten. There were some kinds of fasteners on the ends all right, but she didn't recognize them or how they worked.

"That's different," she said looking up at him, "I've never seen one like that. How does it work?"

"This is very special and very difficult to get. It's vulgar name is a Slave Collar and the ends meet together just like it seems they should, but here's the catch: Once they're together they can't come apart, ever. Once this collar is connected it can never come off. It would have to be cut off and this is surgical stainless steel; it won't come off easily. Look here."

His fingers moved to the cameo fob hanging from the choker and flipped it over. On the back engraved in large italics and then highlighted with enamel was one word, 'Evan's.' Suddenly she began to realize what this lovely piece of jewelry represented. Her vision clouded momentarily and her heart pounded.

"I want you to wear this for me," he said slowly. "I want to show the world that you are mine and that you belong to me. I will not order you to put this on. Once you do it's permanent and forever. It's your collar that binds you to me for the rest of our lives. I am asking as my birthday present that you become mine and demonstrate this by wearing my collar. But you must want to do it; I only want you to do this if you really want to."

Feeling a little faint she looked into the eyes of the man she loved and couldn't believe what he was offering her. She had already given herself to him in her heart but now she could do so where the whole world could see. They may not know what the collar meant but she would, and that's all that was important. The thought of being paraded around in public collared like some kind of pet suddenly made her horny, really horny. Looking up at him again she knew there was only one answer she could give. She hadn't felt this giddy and tingly since being married, and if the truth be known this was even more so.

"Yes, Evan, collar me. I am yours and I want everyone to know it. I'll wear your collar proudly." She sat up and turned exposing her neck to him.

Carefully he stood behind her, placing the choker around her neck and deftly snapping the connectors together. He tried to pull them apart and when he saw they were tightly together he turned her around to look at his handiwork.

"Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful! You make me so proud! I can't tell you how great you make me feel. It's almost like we're married!" Pausing he thought for a minute and said, "I guess in a way we are married. The law won't let us do it formally, but marriage is more than the piece of paper. For all intents and purposes we are married. What do you think of that?"

"Wife, slave, mistress or just sex toy," she looked up at him with very clear and sparkling eyes, "I am yours and that's all that matters to me. Yes, I'm your wife. I would be honored to be, if you so desire."

"Well I do desire and then so be it." Standing upright he held his hand out to her. "Come wife, let's go to dinner."

The drive to the restaurant was uneventful; just some chitchat about some colleges Evan had been researching and was interested in seeing. Cheri could barely keep her hands off her new adornment. When she first felt the metal touch her skin she had expected something cold and unyielding but it couldn't have been further from the truth. Indeed it was slightly cool to the touch when it first lay against her skin but quickly seemed to warm up until it was practically glowing and giving off a radiance all its own.

It was just a piece of metal with no independent heat source but she couldn't help what it felt like. As for unyielding, not even close. It was like a piece of soft but firmly flexible cloth, more like a wide gold necklace than a wire mesh. She just wanted to touch and feel it, play with the dangling cameo, caress the smooth metal of the band. She felt like some prize show cat primped, fluffed and then taken out and shown off to the world. It was exhilarating!

Somewhere in the back of her mind Cheri wondered just how far from normal she really was. Here she was a grown woman being treated like an animal and loving it. Actually that wasn't completely true, Evan had been treating her like a highborn lady. Anything less than completely differential treatment had been at her insistence and consistent with her desires.

Although she had never even thought of a collar -- and she did think of it as her collar -- it was absolutely perfect. She loved the idea of publicly flaunting her submission, yes that was the word, flaunt. She reveled in it, couldn't wait to show it off. So what if nobody else knew what the little black band meant? She did and that was enough.

By the time they reached the restaurant she was ready to prance and preen for her master, the perfect trophy attesting to his manliness. He gave the keys to the valet and came around the car to open her door. Offering her his hand he helped lift her upright and placed her arm firmly within the crook of his. The walked slowly up to the maître d's stand and informed him that the Hill party of two was here for their reservation.

Within seconds they were being escorted through the dark restaurant weaving in between other couples and parties to a table next to a large window overlooking a lake. As they walked Cheri felt like every eye in the room was following her and she imagined what she must look like in a dress whose shimmering fabric clearly showed she was wearing no panties. In fact she had no garter belt on tonight, choosing instead thigh-high self-supporting hose. Additionally she had worn no bra or panties and felt almost naked.

A server pulled Cheri's chair out for her and helped seat her comfortably. Turning to them he smiled and began his spiel.

"Good evening, my name is Mark and I will be assisting you this evening. Would you like to start with a drink before ordering?" He glanced speculatively at Evan who may have looked older than his eighteen years but probably couldn't pass for twenty-one.

"How about a carafe of your house white? I'm sure that would be most agreeable," Evan looked the waiter directly in the eye.

"Hmm yes, well are you sure you want something that umm, strong? Maybe some fruit juice or a soft drink?"

"I believe my son and I would like a little wine in celebration of his birthday," Cheri interjected giving Mark a sweetly innocent smile.

"Ah yes, your son. Of course, ma'am, right away." Giving her a very knowing look and almost a wink he left to retrieve their order.

"I don't think he believed I was your son, Cheri. I can't say as I blame him. You don't look old enough to have a child out of kindergarten let alone one out of high school. I wonder what he does think, though. Are you some high-priced hooker I picked up for the night? Maybe I'm some rich kid and you're a gold digger after my money. Or could it be you're the rich one and I'm just your pretty boy? What do you think?"

"A high priced hooker? So I look like some kind of whore do I?" she grinned as she said it, the thought of being taken for a whore gave her a thrill all its own.

"Hmm, a whore? Well I have to admit I don't know much about whores and really don't care to but I don't think you could possibly be classified as one. A courtesan maybe, a mistress, even a concubine, but never a whore. You look... well... expensive, very expensive, and elegant, more than something that is used only for sex. No, of the many things you could pass for right now, a whore isn't one of them. I mean, did you see the men in this place when you walked through? I thought most were going to cum in their pants and the others were going to die of heart attacks! And it's a good thing 'If looks could kill' is just an old saying because if it wasn't from the looks you were getting from some of the women you'd be dead right now."

"Oh you say the sweetest things, Milord. Oh here is Mark with our wine. What were you thinking about ordering?"

They ordered and when the waiter left they settled back and resumed their discussion. Evan was more than a little surprised at how much he was enjoying the dinner. He never really thought of himself as someone who liked getting dressed up and going out but this wasn't bad. Of course the fact he was out with an absolutely gorgeous woman who loved him and with whom he could have sex anytime he wanted didn't hurt.

But more than that it felt right, felt good. He thought about his life and how what had happened to him over the past few months impacted and changed him. Yes, he was still as giddy as a kid in a candy store when it came to sex; he couldn't get enough and hoped he would always be that way. It was more than that though, he looked at things differently now. He was responsible for not only himself but also someone else.

No matter how he looked at it he was going to be taking care of Cheri, she was his and not only did she need to be taken care of she deserved it. She gave him everything she could without a single complaint or hesitation. He owed her no less. Without realizing it, he had made the leap from young adulthood to full adult. It was indeed earlier that most and farther than a lot but it was a step he had taken willingly if not consciously.

Raising his glass to her he toasted, "Here's to us, Wench."

"Yes, Milord, here's to us."

The dinner was superb and they sat and talked about many things all the way from which colleges they wanted to see to what they could do for the summer vacation. It was casual banter for the most part, the easy give and take between a man and woman out on a date.

Cheri was having a wonderful time. She was so proud of her son as he truly took on the mantle of manhood. He was the perfect gentleman, no lewd comments or sexual innuendoes that could have been expected from one so young, or even older for that matter. It took considerable effort and restraint to keep her hands off her new collar. It felt like a warm band of gold around her neck. It was her imagination, she knew, but it seemed to her that everyone in the restaurant saw her new necklace and knew what it meant.

Even though she knew it wasn't true, just thinking about somebody else knowing about her willing submissive status thrilled her, and excited her, she had to admit, which in this dress with no panties wasn't such a good idea.

A wet spot would show up readily but what could she do about it? She had been ordered not to wear panties and in fact was thrilled to be naked under the dress. It was wicked and naughty, a definite turn-on. In fact all this thinking about it was producing not only a great deal of moisture in her crotch but an itch that she was dying to have scratched.

Towards the end of dinner Evan noticed his mother squirming around in her seat a bit and wondered if something was wrong.

"What's the matter, Cheri? Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

"No. Well, yes. I mean I'll go in a minute."

"You seem a bit uncomfortable. Do you feel all right?"

"The truth is," she leaned over and whispered to him, "I'm horny and I'm afraid I'll stain this dress."

"Oh dear," he whispered back grinning, "is my little filly getting a bit wet down there? Maybe she needs a long hard ride by her stallion? Or maybe tied into her stall where she can't move and have someone take his time servicing her various openings."

"Evan," she groaned, "I'm going to ruin this dress."

"Here," he said handing her the napkin he had in his lap. "Put this between your legs and sop up some of that delicious juice. I should be angry with you. Here you are with all that delicious nectar leaking out and it's going to waste; I can't get down and lick every precious drop out of you."