Protector Plus

The next morning, I woke and nearly threw up as I remembered my stupidity the night before. When my phone buzzed with a WhatsApp message, I grabbed it hurriedly, praying it was Lorna.

SHELLY: Morning, silly girl. It seems you upset Miss Bossy Boots. She was ranting to me for ages last night.

ME: I mucked up and don’t know what to do. I am so sorry.

SHELLY: Lorna likes to be in control, and cumming without permission will have upset her plans for you. You have two options: either stay quiet, and she will never mention it again or beg her forgiveness and promise you will never do it again.

ME: Thank you, I will say sorry.

SHELLY: You will need to go further than that. Let her call the shots, ask permission, promise not to transgress in the future... and mean it. She is very good at detecting insincerity. If you want to submit to her, then do so fully and without reservation; otherwise, don’t bother.

I stared at the phone for a few minutes before showering and dressing for the day. When I got down for breakfast, Lorna was nowhere to be seen, so I sat on my own. The waitress from the night before was near, so I called her over and asked in a hushed whisper, “Have you seen Lorna this morning?”

“She took breakfast in her room this morning; in fact, I took it up to her, but she did give me this for you.”

The waitress handed me a small box, and inside were two things. The first was the toy that had given me so much pleasure, and the other was a black velvet choker. I blushed and didn't realise the waitress was still standing there.

“Oooo aren’t you the lucky one? She must really like you.” I must have looked confused as she went on, “That is what is known in the scene as a collar of consideration. It is given by a Domme to a submissive to show intent and interest. It allows both sides to consider if they want to make the full commitment of a formal collaring.”

I carefully fastened the collar around my neck, and the band of velvet felt comfortable, like it belonged there. I wasn’t quite sure of the implications, but I wanted to find out what it meant. Picking up the toy, I looked at the waitress who hadn’t moved but stood there with a smile on her face.

“I will shield you from the room, but you had better be quick,” she hissed.

Reaching under my uniform skirt, I carefully inserted the toy, feeling it settle in place. It was inert, but I hoped that when Lorna saw the collar on my neck, she would know that the toy was in as well.

“Good luck,” the waitress whispered, leaving me to finish my breakfast.