The roads were surprisingly busy and we drove for about thirty-five minutes before I finally pulled on the handbrake and turned off the ignition.  

“Here, at last,” I sighed with relief, removing my seat belt as I looked across the road.

Victoria’s house stood proudly on the south side of Chesterfield Road and sat amongst a variety of substantial detached properties.  The pavements were unusually wide and provided ample room, therefore, for the mixture of mature trees that rose majestically above their neighbouring rooftops.  

Her house boasted four large bedrooms, two bathrooms, a beautiful drawing room and an excellent kitchen.  And although she shared this with three of her college friends, we were fortunate enough to have it to ourselves for the weekend.  The start of the autumn term was still two weeks away and her housemates weren’t due to arrive until the following weekend.  Bearing in mind that this was student accommodation, one might have easily been forgiven for imagining a, somewhat, shabby establishment.  This, however, could not have been further from the truth.  

“Stay where you are a minute,” I said anxiously as I reached over to the back seat and opened my bag.

Sensing my enthusiasm, Victoria’s body twisted slightly as she attempted to look round.  With her feet, however, remaining firmly on the dashboard, she, very soon, gave up. 

“Oh yes, what a beauty,” I remarked, deliberately raising my voice so that she was able to hear me.

The four-inch black leather collar lay stretched out across the top of my folded clothes.  I studied each of the four equally spaced steel rings that attached to its outer side. The craftsmanship was certainly to a high standard and it needed to be, I thought, as it was an expensive addition to our, already extensive, collection of toys.  At one end, a padlock, complete with its own little key, hung patiently through a neatly stitched securing clasp.  

“Just what you’ve always wanted, Vic,” I continued loudly as I removed its clear protective wrapping.

I placed the collar across her bare legs before sitting back in my seat.  My cock strained desperately between my legs as I watched her and waited.

After glancing briefly into my eyes, she looked down and calmly took it in her hands.  Her legs dropped to the floor as she bent forwards slightly and raised it towards her chin before wrapping it loosely around her neck.  She turned her back and leaned towards me, allowing me to make a couple of small tightening adjustments before I snapped the padlock closed.  Taunting her just a little more, I dangled the key, momentarily, in front of her face before dropping it safely into my jacket pocket.  

She now sat motionless as the new collar pushed hard under her jaw, restricting her ability to look anywhere but straight ahead.  With her lips straining against her knicker filled mouth, her saliva once again began to drop, almost casually, onto her rucked up T-shirt.  

My left arm stretched behind me, once more, as I retrieved my bag, opened the car door and jumped out.  I walked round to the pavement and watched Victoria’s dark outline through the window as she struggled with her sandals.  Finally opening the passenger door, she clumsily stepped out, pushed down the locking button and slammed the door closed.  She settled at my side but her body swivelled, desperately, from left to right as her eyes scanned up and down the road, searching nervously as she prepared for her next humiliation.  

A chill in the air encouraged her already erect nipples to push hard into the night, as if in anticipation of her approaching fingers. Now clamped tightly between her thumbs and forefingers, they succumbed to the brutal pinching and twisting before Victoria suddenly froze.  Her attention snapped abruptly to the sound of distant footsteps.  As her hands dropped quickly to her sides, she turned and looked at me, her eyes wide, almost animal-like.  With the footsteps growing louder, I moved hastily to the driver’s door and locked it before dashing back to the pavement. 

“Hurry up, the house, quickly, Vic” I whispered, somewhat distraught as I searched up and down the road for the owner of the approaching steps.  

Remaining close behind her as we crossed the road, my hand pushed roughly under her skirt.  Her legs trembled slightly as I began easing her plug back and forth whilst simultaneously drenching her mind with a torrent of sexual obscenities.

“Oh fuck, yes, please, baby, more, tell me more,” her muffled voice echoed as she desperately tried to line the front door key up with the lock.   

With her body forced hard against the door as my hand pushed between her legs, the lock suddenly turned and the door burst open.  

Caught entirely unawares by our, somewhat, farcical ‘grand entrance’, we hurtled through the doorway, before landing, in a crumpled heap, on the hallway floor adjacent to an ornate console table.  I quickly reached out with my foot, only just managing to kick the door closed before the anonymous footsteps marched passed, directly in front of the house.  With our senses returning, albeit, a little frayed, we disentangled ourselves and got up.  For a moment, we both just stood there, perfectly still and speechless, staring at each other, unable even to blink.  Our moment of silence was quickly broken, however as we broke, simultaneously, into fits of laughter before Victoria suddenly spat her knickers to the floor, sensing that she was just about to start choking.  

“What’s so funny?” I asked as she began giggling once more. 

“You know, that guy, he so nearly caught me, and I ...” she said, grinning madly before I cut her short.

“And you what?  And you wanted him to? Go on, admit it, you wanted him to see you, didn’t you?  You’re such an exhibitionist, Vic.  Just a little show-off, aren’t you?” I said, staring hard into her eyes whilst trying to keep a straight face.

“Yeah ok, but that’s ... that’s why you love me, isn’t it?” she answered cockily as I grabbed her arm. 

We fell into each other’s arms and kissed briefly before I pushed her away and reached into my jacket pocket for the key to the padlock.  I placed it in her hand before raising my arm and directing my hand swiftly towards her arse cheek.

“Ouch, is that all you’ve got?” she said mockingly as she loitered near the base of the stairs.

“No, actually, it’s not.  Wait a moment, you’ll need this,” I said curtly as I bent down to search through my bag.

Straightening up, I tucked a small parcel under her arm and nudged her to the foot of the stairs, watching as she stumbled, somewhat awkwardly, with the collar continuing to unbalance her stance. 

“Go on, hurry up.  You’ve got twenty-five minutes to prepare.  You know what to do,” I declared, doing my utmost to appear devoid of all emotion as I picked up my bag.

She had, I am sure, a fairly good idea of what the parcel contained.  If not, she would soon discover exactly what was in there, and why. 

My eyes followed her beautiful arse all the way to the top of the stairs.  As she deliberately exaggerated her swaying hips, I looked on, rather proudly, as the shape of my hand on her cheek starting to redden.  I knew, only too well, that before anything else, she would be twisting frantically in front of her mirror as she tried desperately to see it for herself.  I listened as she closed the door to her bedroom before I headed off, smiling, along the hallway.  She absolutely adored the red marks that I inflicted upon her skin.  My god, she really was insatiable.  What a girl!  

Two white fluffy bath towels sat, neatly folded, upon a small stool in the corner of the spacious bathroom.  Leaving the door slightly ajar, I stripped off and pulled a pair of jeans and a T-shirt from my bag.  There would definitely be no need, whatsoever, for socks or pants, I thought, at least not this evening.  After hanging my change of clothes on the heated rail, I jumped into the shower and relaxed as the warm water began to flow.   

Feeling extremely invigorated, I buttoned up the flies to my faded Levi’s and pulled the white T-shirt over my head before looking quickly at my watch.  Ten minutes had passed, meaning that my filthy little ‘nymph’ had fifteen minutes left before she was due for her inspection.  I knew full well, however, that she would be ready much sooner.  I also knew that the longer she was made to wait, the more desperate she became.  And the more desperate she became, the more she craved the sordid manipulation that awaited her.  Smiling to myself, I walked into the kitchen and began making some drinks, deciding that I would, therefore, make her wait a further ten minutes!  The problem was, however, that I also had to wait another ten minutes ... and that would be difficult!