Cornered

Delana is a good girl, a good submissive, at least in her private life. Out in public she's a strong-willed businesswoman in charge of far too many things. It's only when she's carefully controlled and disciplined by her lover does she find any satisfaction in life. Being forced to spend time in the corner as punishment, like a little girl, is the one place she finds satisfaction in life. Especially after sex and especially after being spanked.
This is a 10, 000 word novelette intended for adult audiences. Content warning: This story features graphic sex, dom-sub relationships, lesbian sex, sexual humiliation, bondage, consensual sexual slavery, sex with multiple partners, cheating spouses, and other explicit depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content. Excerpt:In the morning Hoyt removed her cuffs and Delana went for her morning run.
It was one of the few times she got to be alone and free, although her freedom was tempered by the reality of the collar around her neck. It was almost always around her neck, but she liked it that way. The day was warm enough that Delana ran wearing only athletic pants and a jog bra. She was grateful she had small breasts which made running easier and truly loved running with a minimum of clothing.
She would have done it naked given the opportunity. The pants were soft enough that they caused only a little discomfort across her buttocks. The welts from the previous night still stood out boldly. After showering she presented herself to Hoyt for dressing. He didn't actually care what she wore, that she knew, but he liked the control over her. Or at least control over her lingerie. On the bed he had arranged her pink thong along with a matching bra and garter belt.
Inwardly she groaned. Delana was not a fan of thongs in general, but it was really the best option for the day. Her welts would slowly abate but a pair of tight panties pulling across her damaged skin would be painful. The thong wouldn't touch the sore skin. A business skirt and jacket comprised the bulk of her wardrobe. The skirt was loose and soft enough it wouldn't bother her bottom, the garter belt assured her that stockings wouldn't rub on her either.
It was like Hoyt had planned it. Before she left he removed the thick steel collar from her neck using the key he kept in his pocket. She was always forbidden from touching the collar. It was hers, but not for her to remove. He replaced it with a simple necklace that had a single charm dangling from the chain with Hoyt's name surreptitiously carved on the back. And under his name was the one word inscription "Property."