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Since when did removing my necklace cause cascades of goosebumps down my neck and back? I always wear a pendant, only taking off to switch to a different one. He’s given me several during our many years together. All yellow gold. All chains with a classic, tasteful setting for a delicate precious or semi-precious stone. Today, it was blue topaz. The first one he gave me. And as it slid from my neck, I suddenly felt naked despite having already been nude.

He stood in front of me, shirtless, watching me remove my necklace as he instructed. My hands slowly slid from the sides to the back my neck looking for the clasp, my eyes staying on his. My fingers stumbled trying to work it open, finally getting it after a few tries. I closed the clasp and handed the necklace to him. He studied it briefly in the light. “Turn around,” he said firmly. I rotated in place to face away from him. A soft sound as the pendant made contact with the wooden dresser followed by the gentle rustle of the chain. And then something else. He was behind me, facing away to the dresser so I couldn’t see what he was doing. But it sounded like he was rummaging through something. A bag? There was the occasional clink-clink. What was that? Clink. It sounded like a chain, a heavier one than my necklace. He returned to standing behind me. “Move your hair,” he said, wanting me to lift my ponytail out of the way. Next thing I know, his big hands came up and looped a soft leather collar around my slender neck. He adjusted it just as he wanted then buckled it at the back of my neck, snug but not tight.

“Kneel on edge of the bed,” he instructed, “facing away from me.” I felt him walk up behind me and place his hands on my calves, urging them apart further so he could stand between them. The warmth from his body radiated into me. He moved his hands softly on my shoulders then began sliding them down my arms, then back up. Down my back, then up. Slow, gentle strokes starting at the outside of my back and working inward till his hands met. With the last pass up, he paused briefly at my neck before beginning to knead the tops of my shoulders, working his way out. I swayed back into him, my ass grazing across his cock, already hard in his shorts. His hands returned to my neck, but this time, his fingers reached around to the front and squeezed lightly. Mmmmm slips from my mouth. Pleasure from feeling his strong hands holding my sensitive neck. More goosebumps as a shudder washes down my body. With his hands still around my neck, he leaned in and whispered, “You’ll do as I say, Good Girl. Your pleasure is in my hands.” Yes, Daddy. Oomph! A startle of surprise slips from my lips. Daddy’s strong hands shoved me, chest first, for the bed. I landed with a little bounce but not much as he was still pressing me down. I worked to get my hands from the fronts of my thighs to my shoulders. He saw me wiggling and commanded me to put my hands together and extend them in front of me on the bed. I felt him step away but my body was hot from his gaze as he assessed me, his submissive.

I remained as still as I could: hands resting on each other, extended in front of me. Face and chest pressed down as my ass reached up for the ceiling. I stayed like this for what felt like forever. Is he just standing there looking at me? Is he pleased with what he sees? I wanted to turn my head to look but didn’t dare. “Your lips are so pretty,” preceded a long kiss to my cunt. He pulled away but continued to breathe hotly against me. His hands returned to my legs, slowly caressing them up and down. I was enjoying all of these wonderful sensations everywhere when I felt his mouth return to my pussy. He started with slow, tender kisses along my lips, working his way towards my center, then up to my clit. I pressed my hips back towards him, urging him to stay where I needed to feel him most. He pulled back abruptly. “I told you I’m in charge of your pleasure,” he admonished. Swat. He spanked me firmly on my right cheek then stepped away. Yes, Daddy, I said quietly, hoping it was loud enough for him to hear. Damn. Why do I like it so much when he spanks me?

I stayed laying forward resting on my chest and face, ass high and back, patiently waiting. I hoped he was pleased I was staying so still and quiet. Clink-clink-tink-clink. That is most definitely a chain. He was only back standing between my legs a few moments when I felt cool metal sliding up the crack of my ass and then along my spine before quickly disappearing. “Up on your hands,” he commanded, and I moved deftly to change position. As I raised up, I felt his hips make contact with me. The length of his cock nestled between my cheeks, covered only by his thin boxer briefs. God, his dick felt so long and thick. I was glad he had shed his shorts and hoped his boxer briefs would disappear soon too. His hips swayed back and away before the chain begin its climb up my bottom again. A few more slow passes along the length of my spine, across my low back, from one hip to the opposite shoulder then across to the other shoulder and back to its opposite hip. The coolness of the metal heightened my senses with each run. Even though it was a single chain, my body felt covered as if it were a cloak. When he drug it away a final time, I shivered feeling naked again. He leaned forward, placing a hand to either side of me on the bed, enveloping my petite frame with his body. His hips rolled against me, rubbing his cock against my ass and pussy making me ache with need. Please, she cried to me. I felt his weight shift as he peppered soft kisses across my shoulders going from right to left.

Resting on his left hand, his right hand left the bed and began to trail fingertips up my arm until it reached the juncture of shoulder and my neck. He gripped me here and pulled me up to my knees as he returned to standing. His hands went back to the collar he secured when we began tonight, rotating it gently until he found the metal ring. Click. The hook of the chain link leash met the ring of the collar. I felt the chain glide across my shoulder and down my chest, grazing my nipple on its way. I looked down to watch as he drew the chain around and across my body. I was mesmerized by this small, yet industrial chain and the arousal it caused within me. I’m glad he let me watch as he worked. He fashioned the chain into a circle, encompassing the whole of my right breast. He slowly worked it smaller and smaller until it surrounded my nipple. Squeeze. The chain pulled tight, tweaking my nipple in a most delightfully unexpected way. Mmmhmmm. Yes, Daddy. I murmured. He did it again on my right breast before offering the same attention to my left. I kept my head slanted forward, watching, and began to float away, getting lost in all the ways I was feeling so good. I didn’t notice that the weight of the chain was reducing as he gathered more and more of its slack in his hand.

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