He eased the dress down her body, leaving her in just the panties, the heels, and her gag. She had been naked before him before, but now it was of his doing, which somehow made it more exciting. Calen imagined that most masters would have pushed her against the desk and started to take her already, but Calen didn't want to rush through this. He had told her they would both be exhausted before the end of the night, and he meant it.<br/><br/>"Stay still," he ordered, his voice soft, but still commanding. As he spoke, his arms wrapped around her, hands tracing their way up her bare skin, starting at her stomach and moving upwards. He even surprised himself by leaning forward and pressing a handful of light kisses against the base of her neck, where he imagined a collar would be once she was collared.<br/><br/>His hands found her breasts and started to massage them slowly but firmly. As he worked, she would feel him growing more erect, more excited at the idea of what he could do with her. Her skin was warm and soft, delightful to the touch. As he found himself growing more excited, he found himself even placing playful nips against the side of her neck, testing to see how she would react to a little bit of pain mixing in with pleasure.<br/><br/>"You are mine now, and that comes with certain consequences. But it doesn't have to be unpleasant. I rather like the idea of you waiting each day for your master to return and use you to relieve his pleasure. I want to teach you to squirm for me every time you think about what I might do with you." In some ways, it would be like training a slave, but also rather different. Calen was looking forward to the challenge.