Kneeling on a cushion in her scanty underwear, in the library, Laura's breathing increased as she held the collar. Her palms were clammy, her eyes lifted upward toward mine, sitting above her. "Is there any chance you'd let me try this on, please?" she asked, like she waiting by a dressing room in a department store. "With pleasure, Laura. Lift your chin then I can place the centre "D" loop level with the middle of your throat. " She did, and also bent her head when I asked if she'd like it fastening, to see how it felt wrapped around her neck. I wanted her to still be in control. I checked on the tightness. She needed to feel the collar, there, circling her neck, but not strangling. I wanted her to feel comfortable, but at the same time very different. Then I checked again, as I tucked the strap underneath its restraining buckle. She couldn't help but want to touch it, feeling it all the way round, exploring the cool outer hardness with her fingers. She closed her eyes as she explored, first her soft skin and then the leather. As her fingers arrived at the buckle, she mentioned that there was no padlock yet. I asked her what she meant. "I really feel like I can trust you to lock me in, please." " You're sure? " "I've never been more so. Please do it, for me. I want to feel owned." Her words were very reassuring. Here was Laura, meeting her dream, and she was taking as much as was being offered. The mini padlock, with key inserted for quick release if needed, was slipped through the tiny ring of steel in the buckle. I held it in place, unclasped. "You're sure about this, Laura?" " Very. " "Listen for the click, then." As pressure from my fingers was applied to the metal shackle, above the body the lock, the shank pushed the internal locking bar out of the way and when engaged, the sprung bar snapped back, shut, holding the shackle firmly with that oh so final, click; locked. "Now feel your collar, Laura." Her fingers went straight to the hard brass padlock body. "I'd really like to see it, please." Phone in hand, I took an image of the nape of her neck, with lock. When she saw it, she smiled and whispered, with bowed head, almost in shame, "I'm wet. " "And how do I know that, Laura?" "How do you check if other subs are in this state of arousal? " "They allow me to inspect them." " How? " "They stand in a particular pose, naked and they allow...." As I was halfway through explaining, Laura stood up, took a step back from the cushion, and stared down at me. Hands behind her upper back, she unclasped her bra, dropped it to the floor and, still staring me out, peeled her panties to the floor and stepped out of them. "Please...inspect me." You can imagine the thoughts in my head. Every moment was electifying. She was so full of wanting to have her new feelings realised. "Then stand straight. Shoulders back. Feet, planted shoulder width apart. Hands behind your neck, on top of the buckle. Interlock your fingers. Push elbows back to raise your breasts. Bow your head slightly, and avert...your...eyes." She did as she was bade and I stood and watched her breasts, rising and falling more quickly, possibly from the heightened shock of what she realised she'd allowed herself to do. I left her stood, for a few moments, as she maintained her stance. Then, a slightly weakened voice asked, "How will you inspect me?" "If you allow me, I'd use my eyes, fingers, hands, tongue and maybe teeth, and a riding crop in a variety of ways, to see how well you'd made yourself look and how well you're looking after yourself. It's whatever you feel that you can accept. If you want me to stop, then tell me to...and I will, straight away. " "Everywhere?" " if you want that. It's your choice, your body, your mind, your intense excitement. " "I like how you haven't touched me yet, apart from the collar being put on." " i respect you, Laura. You choose what you want me to do, and then I ask, how much, how soft, how hard, for how long, what with. It's getting to know what you like and what you want to give, or take or share. " "God!!! Rob doesn't think like this. " It wasn't my place to get personal, or to take sides, so I didn't take that any further. Her words now were more pleading, "Inspect me. Find out what I'm like and take your time with the things you said...please...and...can you talk to me like you do to your subs?." This was one of those moments she'd been fantasising over, for ages. I picked up the riding crop, and walked towards her. " Weeellllll, and what do I have here, hmmmmmm? A little girl, who wants to find herself, maybe? Or is this just a huge prick tease? " I made the last question descend in pitch, to sound condescending, and detached the last three words, heavily punctured in a hissing whisper, right into her ear. Stand still!!! " She nearly left the floor. "Oh, sooooory. Did I startle you?" To put her off, even more, I flicked a peachy little buttock with the leather tip of the crop.