You have to trust Chandler. He only spanked you once, even though he obviously liked it. And he really did give you a great Valentines' Day experience. And ultimately, Chandler knows how to use the ring.
You slip the ring back onto his finger, second guessing yourself the whole time.
It takes you forever to fall asleep, and when you finally do, you dream of spending the rest of your life in a cage.
* * *
In the morning, you wake up to the smell of breakfast cooking. You sneak into the bathroom to clean yourself up, though you admit you're delaying the inevitable. Would Chandler really give up having a slave? Did you waste your only shot at freedom? If he makes you sleep in the cage every night, you'll never get another chance.
You walk into the kitchen, and sit down. Chandler smiles. "Hey, beautiful."
"Ugh, stop it master, you said you were going to free me today."
"I did say that," he says.
You get a sinking feeling in your stomach. You realize you'd fucked up.
Chandler sets a plate down in front of you, and another for himself. You don't trust yourself to speak, afraid you'll break down crying, so instead, you eat in silence.
When you're both done eating, Chandler says, "Go to the living room, and kneel in front of the couch."
"Yes, master."
You get on your knees on the carpet, and Chandler sits in front of you. He's clothed, and you're painfully aware of your nudity.
"All right, I said I'd free you," Chandler says. He looks as nervous as you feel.
"So do it, master," you say.
"I know you took the ring from me last night," he says, looking you in the eyes.
"I'm sorry, master, I just-"
"No, it's OK. It's a good thing you didn't use it, it would have been unstable."
"Really, master?"
"Yeah, you should read the manual sometime," he says. "That's not a command though."
"OK, master, so...what now?"
"Oh, fuck, all right, no more putting it off," Chandler says. "I release you from my commands other than the body modifications."
"Chandler...I can call you Chandler!" You're grinning ear to ear. "Thank you so much."
Chandler reaches out to you, and starts to unfasten the collar. You want to stop him, to undo some of the modifications, but you know as long as the collar is on you, there's a risk he might change his mind.
The collar comes off, and Chandler holds it in his hands. You're free!
"All right, so we can put this all behind us, but...oh, this is probably stupid, but here goes," Chandler says. He yanks the ring off his finger and drops it to the floor between your bare legs. Then he puts the collar on. "Or, you can make me live out my fantasies. Or your fantasies. You trusted me, now I'll trust you."
You're stunned. Chandler would willingly put on something that could enslave him? But the gears start turning in your head. There are a lot of possibilities open to you now, and it's turning you on.