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Schoolgirl Minx
(Crimson Rose)

Dropping onto all fours, I crawled over to my Master ??" the man I had been working for, serving and unashamedly falling in love with for the last two years despite him already being married, and knelt at his feet with hands on my knees and head bowed ever so slightly. A finger gently lifted my chin and I looked up to see him smiling down at me. After a long moment he turned to the small table to his left and opened a flat metal box.

"I'll be the first to admit that when you first walked into my club two years ago as an undercover officer I didn't think you'd make it a day, but here we are and I couldn't be prouder of everything you've accomplished in such a short time." Turning back to the box, he picked up a sleek purple collar with silver trim and my eyes immediately began to tear up. "This has been a long time coming. Caitlin Morris, will you accept my collar?"

"I love you more than anything in the world, Master, and nothing would make me happier than wearing your collar and serving as your loyal and obedient submissive for as long as you wish to dominate me." Barely holding it together, I bit hard into my lower lip as he fastened it around my neck.

"I love you too, Caitlin, and I mean that with every fiber of my being. And if you would have me..." Going back to the box, he withdrew another much smaller one causing my heart to skip three beats. Opening it he showed me the most stunningly beautiful platinum ring with a triskelion set with sapphires. "Caitlin, will you marry me?"

The implications of what he was saying not escaping me, I stared into his eyes for a long time before answering. "I lied when I said nothing would make me happier, Master, because this...YES!" He slipped the ring on my finger. Momentarily forgetting I was not given permission to stand, I sprang to my feet and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I love you so much, Master."

"I love you too. And since I'm in such a good mood I'll forgive you standing without permission. Now, you ready to have fun?"

"Yes Master."

"Get on the sawhorse."

"Yes Master." If there was one piece of furniture in all of the dungeon I hated the most it was the metal sawhorse Master had custom built with a top that was flat or could be positioned into a softly rounded point depending on how much he wanted to torment me. Today it was pointed, but I remained silent as I stood over it and slowly lowered myself until it painfully pushed into my vulva. Balancing on shaky legs, I raised my arms over my head. Placing a wide leather cuff around my left wrist, Master then secured it to a thin metal cable he pulled from the ceiling overhead. After doing the same to the right he pressed a button on a remote until the cables were taught.