Heathrow

I know your plane has landed... I know you don't have any checked luggage... I don't expect this to be a long wait now. I get tense and feel scared. I so much want to make your welcome to the UK a wonderful thing, to please you.

I see you turn the corner outside of customs... rucksack over one shoulder, small bag in your other hand, eyes roaming, searching, looking for me, a slightly anxious look on your face. Because you had no luggage, you are one of the few people to come out, and the passage is clear, so I step out into the middle, where you can see me... arms behind my back.

Your eyes shine as you spot me, and as you register the collar your mouth opens into a wide smile. I get down on my left knee as you approach, and bring my right hand from behind my back, and rest the elbow on my right knee... in my hand is a solitary red rose, presented to you. "Welcome to London, lovely lady".

A gift of love.

With a smile, you take the rose from my hand. I reveal my left hand, and open the fist to present the keys to my collar.

A gift of submission.

You take the keys from my palm and put them in a pocket, and then wrap your hand around the ring at the front of my collar and pull me upright for a kiss. "Thank you, lovey," you reply.

I take your bags from you, and direct you to the tube entrance, for our journey home. We chat about irrelevances, and I enquire about how tired or awake you are, and discuss plans for this afternoon.

We sit on the tube, side be side, and you turn to me and demand... "And?". I fish in my coat pocket and bring out the leash, passing it to you. You clip it to the collar and pull me tight for another kiss.

Thus we travel home, owner and property, revelling in each others love, together, happy.