The Donovans' Challenge

Chapter 3

Knowing she had a few minutes before Master Donovan arrived in the playroom, Linnea scanned the room remembering how her life had changed since the first day she stepped foot in here. The thing was, it had been weeks, maybe a few months since the two of them had played seriously in this room. Because they had both been so busy--her with classes and him with work, their sessions had been primarily in their bedroom had amounted to bed restraints, light flogging, and oral s*x. Oh, the s*x was always explosive and exciting with Noah, but there were times when she missed the simple and yet complicated world of dom and sub.

Although Noah had said he didn't really want a master/slave relationship 24/7, he had hinted recently about some extended sessions. Her toes still curled at the thought. Those days in training were hard but some of the most fulfilling she'd ever experienced. Master Donovan was patient, yet stern in his ways, but at the end of each session, his lessons were appreciated.

When their relationship began to change, he was still patient and stern, but something new had happened. He was kind and affectionate. She'd never loved anyone like she loved Noah and Master Donovan.

The click of the door stopped her musings, and a new nervousness began to invade her body. From the critique of her position when he arrived home, he had a doozy of a plan in store...of that she was sure.

"Well, you haven't forgotten everything." He said as the soft padding of her steps told her he was barefoot--wearing only jeans, she assumed as it was his normal routine. Linnea smiled inwardly. She had at least succeeded in kneeling in the proper place in the room between the flat padded bench and the armoire that held all the instruments of sweet torture.

A warm hand touched her bare shoulder and chills crashed up and down her spine. His touch for any reason always excited her. Her long hair flowing freely down back began to move as Master Donovan's hands drew the tresses away from her skin. From the rhythmic moving, she knew he was twisting her hair and soon the mass would rest atop her head.

The claws of a hair clip raked across her scalp securing her hair. Goosebumps of anticipation popped all over her skin. She swallowed hard. So long. It had been so long, but would it been the one?

A stiff edge of leather forced her chin to move upward. 

Yes.

The collar. The wide restrictive collar from her training days began to close around her neck. The metal jingled as Master Donovan pulled the collar strap through the buckle and began to tighten. Linnea swallowed several times as she adjusted to the snug feel of the leather against her throat.

Tighter, please.

As if hearing her silent plea, Master Donovan pulled the strap one more notch.

"Linnea, how does that feel?"

"Good, Sir."

"Is it snug?"

"Yes, Sir."

His fingertip brushed her cheek. "Is it too tight?"

"No, Sir."

She was startled as he moved in front of her and kneeled. He grasped her jaw firmly and his dark eyes penetrated her soul. "Linnea. I know how much you love restrictive and tight, and you would wear this all the time if you could, but too tight is too tight and can be dangerous." He squeezed his thumb and forefinger deeper. "Now, tell me. Is this too tight for you?"

Any attempt to shake her head was stopped by the collar. "No, Sir. Master Donovan, it is tight, and every time I swallow, it bores against my throat, but it's not so tight, I cannot breathe. And as you know, the restrictiveness relaxes me and makes me focus. I think the last time I wore this, it was even tighter."

His fingers pressed against her lips signaling her to stop talking. Linnea knew talking too much was her biggest problem as a submissive. A simple yes or no was hard for her.

"Good." He stood and assisted her to stand as well. He went to the armoire and Linnea heard the rustling of items. She dared not try to turn and look. She knew better despite the fact, the unknowing killed her.

When he returned to her, he latched a leather wrist restraint around one wrist and then another. He moved behind her again and attached her wrists together with a metal clip. Just once, she wished he'd pull out the arm binders she knew were in the bottom drawer. But if she asked about them, then he would know she'd nosied through the forbidden cabinet.

"As I said in the note, I have been too lenient on you, and this weekend we will make up for some of our lost time." His hot breath tickled her hear has he leaned closer. "You haven't been disciplined in months and I've lost count of how many infractions you've incurred. Do you remember?"

Linnea thought. They weren't in a 24/7 thing so anything she did outside the sessions wouldn't count. She supposed a fair amount of her infractions had to do with talking disobeying some order she couldn't even remember.

"No, Sir. I don't remember stuff very well."

He scoffed."But yet, you aced all of your exams. Surely you can remember some things." 

She heard another metal jingle.

"Unless otherwise said by me, this weekend, there'll be no use of safewords."

Linnea stiffened, but a sudden flood of wet gathered between her legs. If they didn't have an ultimate trust to the level of master and slave between them, she would have left the room.

"And it's going to be a very long weekend. Open."

The jingling was a ball gag. The silicone ball with holes to allow easy breathing wasn't exactly comfortable to wear, but she'd worn larger ones. This one was meant for extended wear. She opened her mouth and he placed the gag inside before moving behind her to fasten the strap securely on the back of her heard.

The drool was already starting when he faced her again.

"God, you're beautiful." He flicked his hand and pointed.

The spanking bench.

"Go."