Compliance 1 by Anonymous

The day was hot and frantic, the streets were filled with shoppers and as evening approached the hot city air seemed to cool a little. Perhaps in anticipation for the night and the people who welcomed it.
The hotel was cheap, not his usual standards but it was functional. He lay his bag out on the bed unzipped the black canvas and took out some of his apparel. Black top with the small but clear print of the name of the designer, Hugo Boss. It was tight fitting, this would accentuate his recently chiseled physique.  Next out were a pair of small lycra swim shorts that would barely cover his bottom. He smiled to himself when he thought where he was going that evening. Indeed where he had been told to go the two hundred mile journey the arrangements precise and detailed and he simply had to comply. One could have imagined he was going out to the gym but it was the next item that came out of the bag that would give it away. This was to be no ordinary night.
As he held the leather collar between his hand it felt soft to the touch apart from the steel buckle and D ring.  The inside was lined with a soft material. The Lady who sold it to him said it was designed for comfort and designed by a Lady who was herself dominant. He remembered her name Joanna Lark.
He placed the collar on his clothes for the evening and as instructed he telephoned his Mistress to let her know that he had arrived safely and was preparing for his task.
He stripped naked and knelt as he called his Mistress. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and smiled as he Knew the image that would appear on his Mistress' phone when he rang. Previously he had been spanked and caned and the Mistress used this as his caller id. But that had been a long time ago and things had moved on since.
She answered, "Hello Boy" her voice was calm commanding and with a hint of cruelty as she said "I hope you are on your knees"
"I am Mistress" came the reply. They chatted briefly about the journey down there about the weather and her day. To everyone else they could seem like friends or a couple but it was different a dynamic that to the outside world would seem strange even alien in some respects. However to them it felt right, correct and in fact proper. It was obedience personified and control instigated with care and compassion.
The conversation ended with the Mistress telling him to to call back as soon as the task had been completed.

By Anon