As the sun sets we wind through the mountain pass. I feel your breasts against my back and you are shivering. The temperature is dropping rapidly. We took too long sightseeing and are caught in the cold. I bring the speed up eager to get out of the cold. The summit is only minutes away and there is a hotel there. My hands are getting colder as I didn’t bring my summer gloves. Finally I see the lights of the hotel. I pull up thinking of the warm bed and notice the sign "Closed for Renovations". There is nothing else for 75 miles and it is getting colder.

We start off down the road and after about 10 miles come to a logging road. We turn off and shortly come to a clearing. We are in luck. There is a fire pit with dry wood stacked next to it. A little gasoline from the bike and we have a blazing fire. "Go ahead and warm up while I set up the tent". I unstrap the tent and sleeping bags and begin to set it up. You look pretty in the firelight.

A while later I emerge from the tent and grab your hand. Checking to make sure the fire is safe I lead you to the tent. "Leathers off babe", "It will be warm enough inside". I help you remove your jacket. "Go on in, I will be back in a minute". I start my final check of the fire and push a couple big rocks into the pit to smother what is left. I go to the bike and throw the lock and cable on it and ensure that the fuel is turned off.

Meanwhile you enter the tent. The tent is lit by candles and is warm due to its small size. You see a leather pouch next to my jacket and become curious. After all you are stranded out in the middle of nowhere with this guy shouldn’t you know something about him. Inside you find another locked case, a blindfold and a leather collar. You hear a rustle as I return and hurriedly return the items to the pouch.

I enter and start to take off my boots. I see that you are fully clothed.

"Do you plan on sleeping with your clothes on?" I ask.

"I don’t know" you reply.

"What is wrong?" I inquire becoming a little worried.

"I looked in your pouch".

"That wasn’t very nice. I would have let you look if you asked."

"I think that you planned the whole thing ".

"Do you really believe that?" I ask looking into your eyes.

"Why would you bring that if you weren’t planning on using it on me?"

I reach over to the pouch and watch you tense up. "Relax, I am not going to hurt you". I bring out the case and fumble with my keys. Slowly I open it and bring out an envelope. You can see that it is full of photos. There is a woman in various stages of undress and she is wearing the collar. The woman is incredibly beautiful and her eyes sparkle even in the photos. In some of the photos she is naked and kneeling with her head down wearing only the collar.

"I don’t understand", you say.

"She was my wife", I explain quietly and you see tears well up in my eyes, "She made me promise to take her pictures and collar with me until I found another". "She died two years ago", I stutter, "I am sorry this is hard for me". "She was the best woman that a man could have".

"I don’t understand why you made her wear a collar" you complain.

"I didn’t make her do anything she knelt and accepted it", I explain, "You don’t understand commitment".

"That’s what you call commitment kneeling at your feet" you say angrily.

"She did a lot more than that but I don’t expect you to understand".

"Oh, I’ll just bet she did"!

"I don’t think you realize just how ugly you are right now".

"What!!!"

"You sit here judging my relationship with my dead wife". "Have you ever considered why you are single?"

Your face drops and you start to cry.

"It is about time I saw the real you". "Why do you do this to yourself?" I ask.

"What do you mean?"

"You attack men to show them how tough you are destroying your true beauty in the process".

I hand you the photos. "Look at her!"

"I was married too," you cry.

"You aren’t married now."

"The bastard cheated on me"

"I am not surprised. He probably had a fantasy."

"I think I am good in bed. Something that you will never find out!"

"That’s OK, you can’t even please yourself, you won’t do anything for me."

I carefully place the photos in the case and close it. I remove my shirt and fold it.

"Hey that tattoo!"

"It's her name"

On my chest over my heart is my wife’s name, enclosed by a heart.

"Why did you put her in a collar?"

"Because it made her happy and I would do anything for her."

"But why the collar?"

"You don’t understand because you are too self-centered. Every man that you were with you tried to manipulate and you respected none of them. Sex was a tool to get what you wanted. Then you wonder why it doesn’t feel the same anymore. "Your problem is that you have lost the ability to give. My wife gave herself to me without any reservations. She put her life in my hands and she never looked back. You can’t even trust yourself. How can you be heartless and win a man’s heart? I am going to sleep."

I blow out the candle.

The next morning we ride away without a word to each other. I drop you at your house. "Good luck", I tell you.

"Fuck off pervert"

That night you dreamed about wearing a collar and woke up in tears.

By: Kevin W. Dimmick

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