Chapter 3 The Reception
It is amazing how a simple necklace had bought back such a vivid memory. But
then, this was not just a simple necklace. This necklace was a gold neck-ring
that had a gold disk with initials engraved on it. But while this one looked
normal, it was definitely different. The initials on it were not her's, SKE, but
Paul's PLC, and more importantly, this one had two closed loops on the ends with
the holes just big enough for the shank of the small lock that came with it. It
was a special present from Paul, but there was a string attached. No, it was
more like a rope.
If Sally accepted it, by putting it on and locking it before the reception
tonight, it would mean that she had agreed to give her body to Paul for the
weekend. Paul had promised to make her totally helpless and to take her to new
heights. Sally was very nervous; on one hand, the idea scared her. While she
trusted Paul, this was something else. On the other hand, just the thought of
being at the mercy of Paul thrilled her so much, that it made her wet between
the legs.
The phone interrupted her thoughts. It was Paul. He was running late, and wanted
her to meet him in front of the lobby so they would not be late to the
reception. He was about 15 minutes away. It was now time to make her decision.
Sally put the gold ring around her neck, slid the ring around to almost the
front, and picked up the small gold lock. Holding the lock upside down, she
slipped the shank of the lock up, through the loop on the right side and then,
turning the lock back right side up, down through the loop on the left. With a
deep sigh, Sally carefully put one finger on the shank of the lock and her thumb
on the bottom of the lock, then slowly squeezed. There was a snap, the lock
shut, and the electricity ran down her spine and directly to her sex. There. It
was done. No backing out now, though, deep in her heart, she knew that she would
do it all along. The sound of the closing of the lock, without being "forced",
was admitting that she wanted to be "owned".
Sally arranged the lock to the back of her neck, under her hair where it would
not be visible. She quickly freshened her lipstick and grabbed her purse, and
out the door she went. As she waited for the elevator to arrive, she looked at
herself in the mirrored door to make sure that the lock did not show. She did
not look any different but she knew that she was different, inside, because she
wore it. When she got to the lobby, Paul was just coming in the door. They
embraced, and Paul reached up to Sally's neck and fingered the disk.
Paul smiled deeply and said, "Shall we go?"
Sally felt ten feet tall as they walked out to the car. The evening went very
well. At first, Sally thought that all the eyes of the reception were centered
on her neck, but later, she realized that no one was even aware of it. There
were many women in attendance who wore similar necklaces and Sally wondered if
any of theirs had a lock. Somehow, she doubted it. Throughout the entire
evening, Paul treated her with the utmost respect. It was hard for Sally to
realize that, in just a few days, Paul would take over her whole body. That was
one of the things that she loved about Paul. In their sex life, Paul was the
master and Sally the submissive but, at all other times they were both equals in
the relationship. Paul could enter and leave his role as master, at will.
The reception lasted until late, and Sally had a big day at the office on
Thursday, so they decided that Paul would not come up that night. On the drive
to her apartment, Paul ordered her to bring some outdoor clothes with her on
Friday night, as well as her old English dress.
As Sally walked into her apartment, she was thinking about what Paul had said,
and trying to figure out what he had in mind for their time together. It was
obvious to her that he had plans, and he had definitely noticed the necklace.
What did he have planned that required outdoor clothes, and a past Halloween
costume?
She continued to puzzle about it as she got ready for bed. As usual, she went to
her dressing table and removed those blue topaz earrings, the rings from her
fingers and, without thinking, reached under her hair to release the necklace.
Her fingers came in contact with the lock, and she remembered that she could not
take it off. She continued to undress, then slipped her nightshirt over her
head. She turned off the lights and got into bed. She lay there, fingering the
necklace because it felt unnatural. Sally could not remember ever wearing any
jewelry to bed. She always removed it all, and put it back on in the morning.
Even the ring that Paul had given her, which she wore on the left ring finger,
came off at night. She had probably worn earrings to bed when her ears were
first pierced, but that was when she was young, and she had no memory of it.
Wearing the necklace was having an effect on her, however. She could not help
thinking about how Paul would "take total control" of her on Friday night.
Imagining what "total control" would be, made her wet between the legs just
thinking about it. Before she knew it, her right hand was in her sex, rubbing
just the right spot, and her left hand was on her new necklace. It was not long
before she had a massive orgasm, convulsing all around the bed, and then she
promptly fell fast asleep.
In the morning, the alarm woke Sally as usual. She stumbled out of bed and went
into the bathroom to relieve herself, then hopped into the shower and washed the
dried juices from between her legs. As she stood toweling herself dry she
noticed the flash of light, as it reflected off the disk on the necklace, in the
mirror over the sink. She thought that it looked out of place. Her body was
totally nude except for the solid gold ring around her neck, and the disk
dangling from it, catching the light. But she didn't have time to do much
contemplating, or she would be late for work.
She choose a pair of slacks and a turtleneck sweater for work. She carefully
arranged the neck ring over the turtleneck, making sure to place the lock in the
back, where it would be covered by her hair. Normally, she wore her hair up with
this sweater, but she sure wasn't going to do that today. She grabbed her blazer
and she left the bedroom to make some breakfast, then decided to walk to work,
since it was going to be nice weather today.
As Sally was making the short walk to work, she was thinking about what she
would have to do to get ready for the weekend. She remembered that she had
loaned the old English costume to Tammie, so she would have to get it back
tonight. Sally reached the building where she worked. She was a system analyst
for a large insurance company and she was in charge of the computer programs
that provided the quotes to the agents. Today's meetings would keep her too busy
to think about the coming weekend events, thankfully. About the middle of the
afternoon, she decided that she should give Tammie a call to make sure she could
pick up the dress. She looked up the number and dialed.
"Hello?" Tammie answered.
"Hi, Tammie, this is Sally. How are you doing today?"
"Oh not bad, just sitting around right now," Tammie replied.
They chatted a few minutes about small things, before Sally got to the point.
"Tammie, do you still have that costume that I lent you? The full, old fashion
dress, with the lacing at the shoulders and down the sleeves. You know, the one
that you have to wear a strapless bra with and that shows cleavage"
"Yes, I think that it's still in the box that it came back from the cleaners
in," Tammie answered.
"Well, I need it this weekend for something that Paul has planned. Can I come by
after work and get it?" Sally asked.
"Aah, tonight might not be a good night," Tammie said, after a long pause.
"But I need it before Friday night. I won't stay more than a minute. I really
need that dress. How about if I just run by around five," Sally suggested.
"No, that won't do!" Tammie said rather quickly.
Sally sensed that there was something that Tammie was uneasy about, but she
wasn't letting Sally in on what it was.
"If you have to come, make it later," Tammie said finally.
"Okay. I'll be there at six. Okay?"
"I hope... guess that will work," Tammie said nervously.
"See you then. Goodbye." Sally hung up the phone.
She wondered why Tammie was acting so strange. Sally had been to their house
several times since that first night that Paul had introduced her to bondage. As
a matter of fact, Sally and Tammie were becoming quite good friends. Sally
assumed, that Tammie and Sam did more than simple handcuffs. Heck, she and Paul
had made it a steady item, since that fateful night a couple of months ago. But
she had never asked, and Tammie had not volunteered how deep their involvement
was in the scene. Sally put it out of her mind, for now, and returned to her
work.
