The Red Collar Part Four: Breathe

By Elliot Silvestri

After settling into her new life as the toy of Mistress Kim, Analise keeps getting pushed beyond her limits. Surpassing those limits is fine, but Analise discovers she wants to have limits, that she needs them. Only by continuing her work at the Farm’s house of iniquity does Analise truly discover who she is and how she wants to live her life.

This is an 18,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Part four of four. Originally published as one complete work.

Content warning: This story features graphic sex, BDSM themes, consensual slavery, lesbian sex, group sex, pregnant sex, female submissiveness, and other graphic depictions of adult sexuality. Strong language and adult only content.

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“Buy you a drink?” he asked. His lips were pretty without being feminine.
“No,” she said looking him up and down. “Why don’t you just take me home so we can have sex?”
He laughed, not at her, but at the absurdity of the situation. “I came here with friends,” he said. “I can’t just leave them.”
“You’d rather sit and drink with your friends than have sex with me?” she asked confidently.
He swallowed. “I don’t even know you.”
“It’s a twenty minute drive to my place. We’ll get to know each other on the way.”
Once he pulled into the driveway, she paused him as he started to get out of the car by resting her hand on his thigh. “You can leave now, if you want,” she told him.
He grinned at her. “I drove you here to get laid. Unless you’re using me for a ride home.”
She shook her head. “No. You need to be aware of one thing before we go inside.”
“What?”
“This is the house of my mistress and master. They sent me to the bar tonight to pick up a random guy, bring him home and have sex with him while they watched. Is that okay with you?”
“Uh, you’re kidding right?”
“No. It’s sort of like a game we play. You don’t have to join in if you don’t want.”
“They’re going to watch, huh?”
“Yes.”
“Uh-huh. Are you like their slave or something.”
“Sort of. Slave. Sex toy. Obedient servant. “
“And you like this?”
“Yes.”
“What happens if I drive away and leave you here alone.”
“I’ll have failed and I’ll get sent to my cell with a whipping and no sex.”
“I suppose I can’t let a nice girl like you get victimized like that.”
“One more thing,” she said. “What’s your name?”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Elliot Silvestri
• Release date: Dec 31, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311395221

Elliot Silvestri

Elliot Silvestri lives in upstate New York where he works and writes, not always at the same time. He has a degree in English Literature and his professors would be appalled at the shoddy construction of his characters and plots for his ebook erotica. His free time is spent with his wife and children, repairing a one hundred year old house, and herding the family’s three cats.Find him at: @[e-mail]

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The Red Collar

Part Four: Breathe

By Elliot Silvestri

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Part Four

Chapter Nine

She hesitated a moment, then carefully stepped over the threshold and into the entry hall of Kim and Michael’s house. She carried nothing with her. She had been told anything she needed would be supplied. Having never been inside the house before Analise wanted to look around and see how her employers lived. From the outside it looked just like any other house in a fairly new development. They were at the end of a cul-de-sac in a heavily wooded area. The nearest neighbors were more than two hundred yards away. Semi-private with all the trappings and conveniences of modern suburban living.

Lower your eyes, Kim reminded her. Remember your position and role here.

Analise immediately complied, letting her head tilt forward slightly, her loose black hair partially obscuring her face, and kept her eyes on Kim’s feet.

Very good. You remember our agreement?

Yes, mistress, Analise automatically replied. Up until she spoke the words it seemed like she was playing a silly game. But just the phrase of acknowledgment somehow made it real. And how could she forget the five page written contract she had been made to read and sign. Though she doubted it would hold up in any court, she was determined follow the letter of the contract to the best of her ability. She wondered what Davis would have thought of the contract and her eagerness to explore this part of her sexuality as her summer break.

The thought of her sort-of boyfriend made her tremble a moment and she was tempted to rethink what she was doing. But then she brushed those thoughts aside and concentrated on the moment.

You drove your car over here?

Yes, mistress.

Give me your keys, your purse, your wallet. Silently Analise willingly handed over these items. She wouldn’t need them for the next few months. We’ll move your car to the garage later. I’ll put away the purse and wallet. You won’t need them.

Yes, mistress.

Now strip. Put your clothes on the table.

Yes, mistress.

Keeping her eyes on the floor, Analise unbuttoned her plain blouse, folded it carefully, and placed it on top of the table. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her simple white bra, slipped it from her shoulders, removing the cups from her breasts, folded this as well, and placed it on top of the blouse. Her sandals came off next; these she put under the table, carefully lined up against the wall. Then she pushed down the waistband to her loose-fitting black cotton pants. Again, she folded these and placed them on the table. She didn’t look up but sensed Kim watching her impassively. Not hesitating, but not moving too quickly either, she pulled down her lacy but practical black panties. These were folded and placed on top of her pants. She now stood nude before Kim, waiting.

And the jewelry, Kim said.

She had known Kim would order her ornaments removed, but had been unwilling to walk into the house without wearing it. Her rings and simple things she had left behind at her apartment. She carefully removed the small studs from her ears, then slowly, reluctantly, she unhooked Davis’s necklace and dropped all the bits of metal on top of her panties.

Then her hands strayed toward her pussy, but Kim stopped her. That won’t be necessary, she said with kindness in her voice. We spent a lot of time and effort getting that ring in there, no need to take it out now.

Analise was relieved. She still wasn’t very skilled at removing her new piercing. The pain was gone, but it still made her nervous to touch. Afraid of needles her entire life, getting a clitoral hood piercing done was the bravest thing she had ever done in her life.

The tattoo and piercing parlor and clean and neat and tidy and bordered on the antiseptic. Except for the