When she was sated, she released his wrists, and they pulled away the pile of pillows, before laying back, Peter curled against her, her hand under his neck and shoulder, cuddling him into her. He took in the sight of her breast, directly in front of his face, reaching out to gently kiss the erect nipple. She smiled down at him. “So. I’m guessing you’re recovered sufficiently to debrief. First up; did you enjoy that?” Peter wrapped his arms tightly around her. “Enjoy? That was……incredible. Intense. Mind-blowing. Thank you.” Peter glanced up, a little shyly. “Did you?” Claire laughed softly, her hand cupping his face. “Ohhhhh yes. It was a first for me, too. I’ve always been the recipient; never the giver. To have you totally at my mercy, to use your body like that, and fuck you….. it was perfection. I feel like I’ve “claimed” you….do you feel like you were claimed?” Peter squirmed at her words, feeling his cock pulse as he sought his words. “I….i felt so completely taken. Owned. “ Her fingers sought his collar, hooked the ring where the leash attached, pulling gently. He squirmed, and carried on.

“I loved that I had no choice. The sense of powerlessness was so overwhelming; even now I have a sense of, almost, belonging to you. It’s difficult to describe.” Claire moved against him, Peter could sense her pleasure that the experience had the effect she had hoped for. He nuzzled into her. Her tone was soft, almost reflective, as she asked: “So, I suppose you’ll be wanting me to take your collar off now?” His words vibrated against her chest. “Not unless you want to, Mistress.” She smiled again, leaning over to kiss him. “Oh, I don’t want to. I was concerned you might.” His voice was soft, she almost missed the words. “I don’t want this feeling to end. I rather like being owned by you.”

Claire chuckled. “You may choose to rethink that. If you’re going to remain collared for now, then you’ll also remain caged, until it pleases me to remove it.” Peter shook his head. “No, Mistress. I submit to your control; whatever that may entail.” Claire kissed his forehead again, before disentangling herself from him. Sitting up, she smiled at him, lovingly. “Well, I think we both need a shower. Then I’ll find you something to wear, whilst you make us a meal.” Peter sat up too, looking at Claire, adoringly. “Whatever you wish, Mistress.”