Christina Taylor (author)

But still, in many ways this was still her favorite moment of each visit, Diana thought: just waiting outside his door, naked and kneeling and in constant danger of being discovered, already wet with anticipation and with not knowing what he might do with her. 
Any moment now the door would open again and she had no idea what would happen after that. Often he simply ordered her inside, but other times he had made her crawl the length of the hallway and back again, or teased her nipples and pussy with a wand until there were actual tears of arousal running down her face. And on one memorable occasion he had simply taken out his already-erect cock and started rubbing it all over her face while making her beg permission to have it in her mouth. She had sucked him off right there in the hallway and received his cum on her face as a reward - for which she had thanked him, of course.
But Diana was especially happy today because James had told her that his professor was so pleased with his work that he was keeping James on during the school year, so James would be able to stay in the apartment. Diana had fond memories of his little dormitory room, of course, but here...here was so much better.
At last the door opened again and Diana was unable to resist giving him a huge smile as he stood there looking down at her. James seemed happy as well; he bent down and cradled her head in both hands as he kissed her tenderly.
Then he straightened up, reached for something inside the apartment and brought it out to show her. It was a beautiful, slim, hand-tooled collar in black leather. And at the top was a gold plate on which was inscribed, in a *********** that matched the stylized letter ‘S’ of her earrings, a single word:
Slave
Oh! Diana felt tears welling up and spilling over onto her cheeks. "Thank you, Master," she whispered. "Thank you for making me your slave."
James gently brushed her tears away with his thumb while Diana smiled tremulously up at him, her lips quivering. Then Diana bent her head, allowing James to fasten the collar around her neck, kissing the top of her head as she did so. She remained with her head bowed as James brought forth the matching leash and attached it to the golden ring dangling from her collar.
Then, with a slight tug on the leash, he pulled her forward and down until she was on all fours. He led her into the apartment and, as always, Diana experienced a thrill of anticipation as she heard the door closing behind her.
She was his. She was home.
          The End
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