A satisfied smile played across Blakes lips as he steered the black Suburban back toward the lodge. He glanced at the bag resting on the seat beside him and nodded. Just what I pictured. Better, really. Sam did a great job. The bag contained a box, neatly wrapped in black paper and decorated with a white bow. In the box was a pink hand-tooled leather submissive collar and a lead of heavy silver chain with a pink leather handle matching the collar. The leather was embellished with crystals so that it sparkled in the light, just like the cuffs hed purchased earlier.
Amy and I will have our own private ceremony at the play cabin tonight. He smiled to himself. He knew she worried about what would happen when she returned to her life in California. He hoped that collaring her would reassure her that he intended to follow this relationship wherever it went.