I stand in the bedroom doorway and watch Simon sleeping. He snores very sweetly. I sneak into the kitchen and prepare breakfast for us. I prepare my famous omelet. I squeeze fresh orange juice with lemon, because vitamins are good for Simon. I arrange everything lovingly on a tray and serve Simon breakfast in bed. Simon is visibly uncomfortable with me serving him like this.
“If you get well soon, you can serve again as well,” I tease him.
He cheekily sticks his tongue out at me and I try to grab it with my fingers, but he pinches my stomach to escape my fingers and to make me laugh. I spot Simon's collar on the bedside table. It is a wide leather strap with a silver plaque that is artfully engraved and bears the inscription ´Slave Simon´.
“Do you mind, when I ask, why aren't you wearing your collar?” I ask curiously.
“I'm allowed to take off the collar for hygienic reasons, for example when I wash myself or when I'm sick. I really miss wearing it. I didn't want to take it off, but Master insisted. It's very tight, so I can't breathe freely and currently it hinders my recovery.”
“I see. But otherwise, do you always wear the collar? Also in public?”
“Yes, and I proudly wear it always and without exception,” Simon replies with a confident smile.
“I'm totally jealous. I would definitely do anything to get a collar from Master. I wear permanently a chastity cage,” I point to my cock.
"Yes, I wear one too, and I'm only allowed to take it off very rarely. Master likes his slaves sex-hungry," Simon winks at me.
"How does it feel to wear a collar? Doesn't it bother you sometimes?" I ask curiously.
"Oh Marvin, that's really hard to describe. For me, it's much more than a mark that I'm the Master's property. It also helps me function. It feels like the Master's hand is strangling my throat. And with every single breath I take, I feel the control he has over me. And it calms me down a lot to feel this dominance permanently and without pause. I'm less nervous and less stressed. I function better. If that makes any sense." Simon enthuses with shining eyes.
“That sounds beautiful, the way you describe it.” I can feel how much Simon's collar means to him, and I admit that I'm a little jealous.
“Would you like to try it on to see how it feels?” Simon asks.
“No, I don't deserve it. It's far too good for me. I'm not meant to wear it,” I stammer embarrassedly. I decline with thanks, even though the temptation is very high.
Time flies by. A few days have passed and it is the evening before your return ...
Simon is already asleep and I am still a little agitated, reflecting on the last few days. Simon and I have become increasingly close. We tease each other, we hug each other, we laugh together. We have some kind of crazy and weird connection. Because what connects us is you; our love for you; the love for our master. And I feel that Simon can see into my soul, just as I can see into his soul. And what I see is that his love for you is pure, sincere, unconditional, and from the depths of his heart. And he sees the same in my soul. And that's why it's okay! In some ways, we are so similar that it's almost uncanny. Once, Simon said to me out of the blue, ´Marvin, can you promise me something? Please never hurt our master.´ That was sweet as sugar and got deep under my skin. And it may have been the moment, when I developed strong feelings for Simon. Feelings that are very intense and at the same time very innocent. Innocent, because we could be tied naked to each other for days and still nothing would happen. It's a very complex feeling that's hard to put into words. A feeling that can't be described, only felt. And it feels good and right. I took care of Simon and luckily he got better every day. On the one hand, I'm really looking forward to your return. I miss you so much and the withdrawal is almost unbearable. And Simon feels the same. On the other hand, I am a little worried. Simon is visibly better, but he is still far from healthy. And the words you said when you left are still ringing in my ears.
"It's all my fault! I should have tried harder to take better care of Simon. What punishment will await me?" I ponder.
