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Collar

By: Calpurnius Erex



The bookstore is always crowded early Saturday afternoon, and it's especially crowded with women. You can think what you want about me, but this is primary reason I go there. I go there to look at women, to be in the company of women. Then for the tea. Then for the books. It's what keeps me social when I am not here behind this screen, behind these keys, writing in solitary.

Of all the women there, I find myself repeatedly drawn to one. She's an employee. She stands at the head of the store, near the doors, presenting an electronic reader to the people who enter.

The thing which draws me most to her is the choker she wears. I tell myself that it's because the ornament is so unusual. Anachronistic. So far from our mostly rural culture that it couldn't glare less if it were made from neon tubing. I know this is a lie. It's the subtle symbolism of the choker which draws me. The symbolism of a collar.

She's young to me, about 30. She's just above average height for a woman. She's slender with subtle curves. Her hair is dark dark brown, straight, and just brushes her shoulders. She is dressed like a woman, as compared to many others who are clothed outright as men or seem determined to keep the Hanes company solvent for decades through their purchases of fleece active-wear. She wears a red silk blouse with an Empire waist that gathers just beneath and accentuates the subtle curves of her breasts. She wears black slacks tailored to her waist and hips and the line of her legs. She wears black heels which are not showy in height but which are definitely heels.

And she wears the choker. A black velvet ribbon choker, plain, without pendant, clasped in back in gold.

There is one thought which simply will not leave me: She is collared.

Collared. Marked as possession.

Don't seethe from my use of those words. A gold band on the third finger of the left hand provides the exact same symbolism without being as blatant. Honestly, in this age, it's also far less poignant. We've become so medicated that belonging has little significance. We've become so medicated that significance has little significance. Most of us follow a droning cadence meant to ease us from one moment to the next with as little effort as possible, while inside we feel lost, unfulfilled, drowning in our own numbness.

Looking at her makes me feel alive.

Collared, she is worthy of being possessed.

Collared, she requires of me qualities worthy of possessing such a possession.

Yes, you read that correctly. Her collared status requires something of me. Strength. Honor. Focus. I would be lying if I said I had all those things to the necessary degree. That's not a lack of confidence. That's clarity in vision and understanding what more is required.

In my thinking, her being a possession does not make her something less. She's not some fantasy robot cast in flesh -- some mindless, soulless fuck toy. She's more.

As I sit there considering the breadth and depth of such a prize, I am reminded how long I've been alone. My bed has been cold too long. My home has echoed only emptiness. I exist, but I am a fraction of what I can be. I regularly remind myself that I alone should be my reason for excelling, for being more than I am.

But my own whispers cause no stir in my soul.

What I need...

What I'm missing like a part of myself...

Bah, morose old man! Will you get to the fucking already?

No. Not this time. It's just not there.

All I have is the vision.

Who truly is possessed in possession?

Collar



A dark night waits. Not leaping like a tiger, but patient like a spider.

She knows it sits, that night, somewhere ahead. She has glimpsed the stars that twinkle in the black velvet dreams of her heart. She has seen the glimmer around the corner as it slips away from her. Far enough away that she doesn't fear this coming dusk, near enough that she feels her freedom as an aging friend who filters off to another life.

She breathes deep. The sounds of the blackness ahead fill her senses. She peers into those shadows and goose pimples quicken over her skin. Moans swelter through the gloom. Deep groans of lost desires. She shivers. It feels like the movies where she needs to go down the dark basement stairs, yet knows only too well she should not. She should stay in the sun. Safe until her dreams drag her down to that whispering gate.

Like the lost heroine, she is too late. She has walked that path too far to turn back and when that cloth is drawn over her eyes and tied behind her head, she has no choice but to bow to her fate. She has been his since that first kiss stole her will.

She lies limp in his arms. Her curves, full and lush, have sighed into his body. Sated, taken and torn, she flickers between astral planes.

Somewhere in another world, he kisses her eyebrow. She stirs. His lips touch her too heavy eyelids. She shimmies her body without raising her lashes. The room is cool, but she is cozy in his arms. His breath warms her. Cinnamon and sex invades her dreams and she sighs.

A touch of her cheek, a slight of her ear. He snuggles closer, his neck reaching around for a tender nip at the back of her scalp. She leaves her eyes settled in repose as another sigh rustles through her twilight mind. A smile languishes upon her lips, left there by the night's pleasures. His fingertips stroke her back. Delight her spine in tingles of discovery. Her body anticipates each move. The skin tightens in hopes of being next, then slips into delicious murmurs as his touch passes. From neck to hip takes a lifetime.

When his fingers stretch their way across her bottom, she moans and lets her eyelashes raise enough to fall into his gaze. There are marks under his hands that will give her thrills of remembering for days to come. He traces them lightly and she shivers in utter abandon.

Her moan speaks of those lines of red. Of hanging from the door, rough hands pinching her nipples, leather straps and strands lashing across her ass in between his gentle kisses and delicious touch. Goose pimples flow over her body, up and down, back and forth; as memory floods her senses and desire fills the air.

Every time she sees or feels the red markings - months and years after they fade with time - she knows she will moan just like this. Her sex will open and her need will flower. How he has done this to her, she no longer knows. Merely that she cannot live without the ministrations of his whip.

She can no more give up the feel of his hands on her than she can stop her heart from racing to his voice. No more give up the light kiss on her neck than the struggle of finding herself bound and at his mercy. She can no more stop the flow of excitement at the sound of his belt snapping through the loops of his pants than she can stop her moans and pleadings as he sends her beyond her boundaries.

She knows all these thoughts one by one as his fingers slip over the marks left upon her delicate skin. When his fingers bunch the muscles of her ass and pull her sharply into his kiss, she gasps with sheer joy. His tongue takes over her mouth, shoving in and out in a simulation of animal lust. It slides over her lips in luscious waves of taste and tease. She groans and lets her body melt.

The dark of a blindfolded can't stop her eyes from peering into the night. Her senses sharpen and her every feeling is feral and sharp. His pinches become agony and his kisses utterly absorbing. Her body twists upon the edge of a razor, her nipples so stiff that even his lips bring her back arching into a full spasm. His lips nibble their way around her breasts, down onto her ribs and the sides of her belly. She squirms. Dangles at the end of the cuffs holding her hands above her head and her back against the hard, cool wood of the bathroom door.

His fingers knead her taut muscles. They dig into the flesh and untie the knots of her anxieties. She has come to fear this part of her torment as much as any other. She loves the way he relaxes her tension, but knows it leads to her complete surrender. Opens her very soul to the deep thrust of him. He softens her, takes her will, then drives his brute force into her heart. Penetrates her every defense and inner barrier.

She vaguely struggles. Resists herself as much as his mastery. He grasps her ankles one at a time and straps them to something held in place by the closed door. It feels like the soft wrist restraints he sometimes uses on her. Or maybe he has tied her with her robe belts again. She shakes her head side to side. A half hearted attempt to ward off her need. Her craving for his treatment.

Her heels bump against the solid wood. Her ass gets pushed on so that her sex is prominent and open. Her shoulders can't relax and her tits are forced out. Already heavy with need, they sway with her every shift. They act as weights, keeping her off balance. She cringes inside, knowing they are too prominent. Feeling them too acutely. They are begging for his attentions and she knows he won't ignore them.

He presses his lips on hers. Softly. Works them side by side until she feels her body give. She is left hanging limp as the kiss goes on and on and on.

She knows the dark night that lies ahead. She feels it as a part of her that has yet to develop.

Her body gives itself over to him. His sweet kisses give her thrills of delirium. Desire washes over her. His hands moving on her skin flushes her from chest to scalp. His fingers twine with hers, smooth her face, delight her lips. It is gentleness now and their mutual excitement thickens the atmosphere.

Still facing her, his lips penetrate her soul. They slide over her neck and play with her collar bones. She can barely keep herself able to kiss back. His hands grab her and hold her against him. Take the air from the room.

She feels him harden and finds herself so needy that she will do anything. Over and over. Whatever he needs. Whatever he wants. As surely as though he has her still tied to the door. Or the bed. Or the mast.

His lips rake her ear. "Do you want to sit on top of me?" He doesn't speak it as a question. He talks as though he knows every wish and thought of her heart.

"Take my cock all the way inside?" He's panting. It gives her deep warmth to hear how she stirs him. "I want you to fuck me, come on me, stop and lick my cock clean. Then sit on me again."

He has her pulled hard against him. His breath ragged and gasping in her ear. "I want you to shove your beautiful tits in my face and kiss me with your cum on your lips." She squirms in desperate need. "Do you want that?"

It isn't spoken like a question. His hands move up her back, she arches into him and just as she feels herself climaxing, he relaxes. Releases her. Kisses her lips and rolls onto his back.

She falls locked into his side and smothers his chest with licks and kisses. She can't help herself. Excitement, pride and desire well up inside her and she wants to kiss every bit of him.

Her mouth nudges over his ribs, his muscles. She tongues his nipples, delighting in his moans. She works her way over his stomach to his thighs. She nibbles at the muscles, gliding ever closer to his throbbing member.

His balls answer to her lips by bouncing. They act sensitive, bunching closer to his rock hard pole, then relaxing as her mouth suckles them.

His moans come faster and louder. She gets indescribable feelings knowing she pleases him. His cock is smooth and silky even as it feels impossibly hard and when it slides over her tongue, she hears his groans inside her chest. She strokes with her lips, her tongue, her hair. She feels her nipples stiff on his thighs and she rubs them lightly. She feels his jism rise, tastes the pearl that glides to the top and licks the slit seeking more.

When his cock begins to twitch as though ready to explode, she rocks back, slips her knees out over his thighs and impales herself in one delirious swoop. She flies. Soaring up and down in utter abandon. The way he fills her takes her control. She thrills on him, riding with the wind flowing around her body. She feels him throbbing like an engine as she comes. Her senses return slowly, but she knows enough to leap from him. That he's so close, she cannot wait another moment.

Her lips nibble at the smooth skin. They greedily take in her scent, her taste, her cum. His cock is soaked! She can hardly believe all the fluids that have poured from her. His pubic hair is matted and she licks under his balls where the droplets are thick. She cleans his entire cock, taking extra care to pull its full length into her throat.

When she jumps back on top, she leans forward, dangling her heavy breasts, dancing them upon his chest and squashing them flat when she kisses him. She rubs her wet lips over his and pushes her tongue in and out. Smears her cum over and in his mouth. The excitement makes her come over again. And again.

This time when she dismounts, she pulls him slowly from her grasping cunt. She watches the juices flow out over his hard member. They groan in unison and she feels the harmony coursing through her body. She grasps him with her hand and bends in half to lick and suck at his staff. Upside down, she hungrily gobbles at the slick rod, slipping and sliding her lips over every part of it. Shoving it back in her sopping pussy, she settles firmly onto his groin, reaches behind his head and stuffs his face between her heaving breasts. She bucks and grinds as he licks and sucks at the heavy globes. She bends and kisses him as she comes.

A dark night coils. Somewhere ahead of her, a blackness readies to pounce. She frets, knowing it is there. It waits for her. Calls to her. Makes her squirm.

Squinting out into the deep, she feels the wild. The cloth covering her eyes is silk and delicious, but anxiety overruns her senses. Blindfolded, her imagination gets the better of her and she whimpers in anticipation.

His lips move back to their work. Her thighs nibbled, they twist and flaunt in hopes his mouth opens wider and eats her whole. Teeth scrape at her knees. Where she is normally ticklish, she now burns with need. As he slips his lips over her delicate skin, he holds her in place. His hands grabbing and gripping.

Her calves are next to be fondled. She would have said caressed, but his lips claim them and his fingers ravage wherever they touch. Then her feet are manipulated. Toes separated and felt. Known. Handled. Her moans fill the air, though she has no control over her voice.

Where the knot of the scarf presses against the back of her head helps her focus. His hands pinch their way up her body. Not sharp nipping, but grabs that claim her body in small bits. Squeezes that make mastery and ownership known.

Her legs become his. The round part of her ass where it meets her thigh. He skips the meaty portion crammed up on the door, but he takes her hips, her belly, her ribs and her shoulders.

He claims her breasts, the sides of her body, her chest, her arms and her back as far as he can reach. When he gets to her neck, he takes her scalp. He doubles a fist in her hair and kisses her. So rough it steals her breath.

The silk knot bumps as her head is thumped on the wood. His lips pull at her cheeks, his teeth graze her fine bones. Jaw and brow. She has no way of knowing where his next kiss will land. She can only peer into the black night and moan.

"Please." She finally manages. She has no idea what she wants, exactly. Release maybe. Maybe more torment.

His tongue forces its way into her mouth. Between her jaws and deep into her thoughts. His fingers stroke her face and his hard body covers her. Pushes her against the equally hard door.

When his tongue pulls back a moan slips out with her desire. As a trickle of need slithers down her thighs, a silk cloth is forced between her teeth.

She tries to shake her head. Tries to keep from being gagged. Her eyes widen and panic is closer than his mouth. Not for long. Her lips are covered with his. His fingers tie the cloth as her full lips are tugged and pulled. Her head tries to look away, but it is held in place.

Juices flow and in her darkness, she knows she can only be his. The door behind her pushes her tits forward and opens her pussy. Her wings spread plump and full, her opening drips steadily. She whimpers through her gag.

His words slip into her ear. They feel like shivers of ice in the dark. Her body puckers in answer. Each sound tugs a string from her head through her heart to the core of the earth opening beneath her.

"I'm going to fuck you hard. I'm going to slide my cock in you until my balls are soaked with your juices. I'm going to feel you come writhing on my pole."

The proclamation makes her blood pound. Her eyes pulse beneath the silk. Squeals of anticipation issue from her blocked throat.

"But only if you behave." This last statement is flat and threatening. "If you cannot behave for me I will fuck your ass, jack off on your tits and leave you. You will not come. You will not get my cock in your mouth. You will not have pleased me. I will do what I have to so that I don't suffer through the day tomorrow like you surely will."

The words bring fear. And excitement. She tries to ask what she needs to do, how she needs to be to please him, but the cloth in her mouth blocks her pleas. It sounds like whining or mumbled keening.

Her body trembles like a leaf in fall wind. She closes her eyes in the dark. The sensation of twisting in the wind overwhelms her. She hangs by her wrists and gasps for her every breath.

She sobs. She whimpers. She tries to cry out.

The night closes upon her and the first sharp slap of leather on her breasts slices through all her hopes. Stroke after stroke bruises her tenderness. Tears flow as fast as fluid down her thighs.

Her chest heaves, her breasts sway. The nipples become marbles tortured by the lash.

The crisscrosses of red appear in visions. Pictures in her mind show her hands tracing the lines in her mirror tomorrow, pride filling her chest like lungfuls of air. She watches her fingers walk in his footsteps. She wants to beg. To plead. The night takes her thoughts. His hand fists her hair and a geyser erupts between her legs.

"Take me." She tries to tell him. Shakes her head and works to cry out. "Fuck me. Do anything you want. Everything."

The cloth that covers her eyes and pulls between her teeth keeps her silence. Her tits are swollen. Aching for his touch and he obligingly kisses them sweetly.

His fingers find her open sex and a small, smooth piece of hard plastic is shoved roughly inside. She feels her juices in a steady flow and wonders what is giving the pressure in her groin.

The lash strikes her across the thigh and snaps on the delicate inner part. She shrieks and struggles to turn her hips. The burning lingers and tears run unbidden.

His tone is dense and heavy with need. "I told you I want you to behave."

She becomes still on the outside. Her heart trills. His fist wraps in her hair as her chest flutters. He moves closer, pressing in on her. She feels his hardness palpating, seeking her entrance.

Her buttocks clench to open herself even more and her groans fall into space. She knows it won't be so simple, but her reactions are automatic. She needs him. She has to have him inside her. Her body can't hide her craving, not even from herself.

His breath at her ear brings her as close to orgasm as his fingers can. "If you keep turning from me," he growls, "I won't even fuck your ass with my cock. You'll get fucked sore with a dildo and I'll jack off on your ass so it's sticky when I spank it. Then after you've had a day of misery, I'll punish you for making me wait to fuck that sweet little pussy."

She panics. Her mouth works frantically, her eyes tear beneath the blindfold. Sounds weep around the cloth and her knees buckle. He pushes. Sandwiches her between the door and his muscled chest. His lips toy with hers. She feels faint. Her head lighter than air. Somewhere, a faint humming briefly invades the night. An on and off that makes her uncertain of her senses.

Her eyes squeeze tight and when they open again to the blackness, he is beside her. "Poor baby." His hand strokes her face. She flinches. Turns side to side. "You know I'll help you." His tone is gentle. She feels like a horse. Spooked and being talked back into the traces. Although he is calm and reassuring, knowing that he is only patiently working her back into his reins keeps her pulse racing in fright.

"You know I'll help you. You know I want you as badly as you need me." His voice carries her fate. Her juices flood down her legs as moans force themselves from her throat. "But I need you to work hard for me." He coos at her. Sweet tones that bring ecstasy when he makes love to her, but tension and fear when he holds her bound and helpless.

She knows without seeing that he is hard to the point of agony. His excitement at her plight is physical. It colors the very air with shimmers like an aurora. She knows she isn't disappointing him. She is panicked and her trembling and writhing are more than real for her. Despite her rampant dismay, she feels the trickle of moisture. A steady dripping from her core.

Her body arcs and bounces when he turns the little bullet vibrator on. She forgot, in her despair, that he inserted it ages ago. The powerful sensations ripple through her abdomen and spread out in waves through her chest. Somewhere, she hears a huge sigh of pleasure, but can't be sure if it was hers, his or both of theirs together. As she shimmies against the hard wood of the door, she hears the snap of leather tendrils.

The humming fills her ears and somewhere there is someone trying to cry out. The inner part of her thighs burn and cool. The whip leaves tenderness and heat behind while the moisture from her cunt soothes the skin as it meets the night. There is a pause in the vibrations and she slumps panting in her ties. Her heart pounds violently as she feels him close.

"That was much better." His hands stroke her hair and a sob is caught up in the gag like a fish in a net. It flops and struggles, but in the end it is stilled there. "I do enjoy it when you're a good girl." Her heart fills with pride at his words. "Every bit as much as when you are bad." She squirms, discomfortable at the thought of misbehaving, yet deeply excited at the idea of his punishment.

Soft fingers toy with her cheeks and chin. Teeth nip at her swollen lips and move to her ears, each in turn. Her body gyrates against the door, twists at the bindings and heaves outward as his mouth works its way over her body. Her nipples are already stiff as his cock, but his tongue makes them even more rigid. They pull at her clit. A triangle of resonance that bounds and rebounds as his mouth tugs at the aching nubs. Her boobs send deep shivers winding through her as his mouth lets each nipple snap back.

He works his way to her pussy as she writhes in her ties. Her body undulates of its own will and she feels the gag wet with her saliva. Her eyes are either closed or open and she has no idea which, but senses them flare wide as his mouth covers her clit. It's such a small time before she is on the edge of fireworks that she screams in surprise and fear. She knows he will punish her if she comes, but the feelings are overwhelming her. Her body flops like a doll.




Collar



He stops. Grabs her hair and she smells her scent on his lips as he tells her: "There. See? You did very good." A flood of wet answers his words and she nearly comes before going limp. He sucks a nipple into his mouth and the hardness of it makes her moan in delicious agony and wonder. He sets a clamp on it. She knows the one. Purple and innocent. When he first showed them to her, she thought them trivial. He sets the second after sucking the nipple and her tits send waves of sensation through her groin, up her spine, out her head and back to her toes. She arches her back and slumps in oblivious ecstasy.

As her lips tease along the length of his hardness, she senses the dark of a night ahead. A serpent that looks for her. She shivers in her avoidance of this monster, but inside, she resigns herself to fate. To an inexorable march of time.

She takes his rod deep in her throat and tastes the pearls as they surface. The slit is rich in thick liquids when she slides it back out and she devours them. Kisses just the tip and tickles sticky fluid out with her nubile tongue. His groans and moans are even more plentiful than the drops of pre cum she teases from his twitching cock. She doesn't want him to come yet. She wants to come all over him one more time, so her licks are slight and small, her touch light. She sucks his balls into her mouth one at a time as he gives ache laden groans in applause of her work. She burns with pleasure. Her heart swells and she senses the coil of that darkness closing around her.

The waves of vibration come and go. He torments her with them. Turns on the powerful little bullet until he sees her twitches and shakes become rhythmic, then shuts it off and either soothes or pinches her. Or else his whip snaps over a delicate part of her body. Somewhere in a dream, he has turned her to face the door and she presses her cheek against the cool wood.

He spanks her ass with his belt, he uses a strap on the backs of her knees. She marvels how it doesn't hurt. How the pain she should feel has become simply another wave driving her higher into clouds of bliss.

His fingers stretch between her legs, his palm flat against her bottom, to pinch her clit. Another scream captured by the gag and her body jerks. A pinch and the jerks become a rhythm that makes him stop and spank her ass again.

When she calms, she feels another hard plastic bullet invade her anus. She wonders briefly if it is the one from her cunt, but the vibrations that shatter her thoughts assure her that there are two. The cloth between her teeth must be filled with screams by now. Shrieks fly like moans from her lips.

When the humming stops, she sags in her restraints. She wonders how the door has held her to this point. He presses close. She can feel his hardness poking between her legs and moans her need. The nipple clamps send slivers of electricity through her body. His hands grab her ass, pull it tight and before she can gasp, his spear finds her opening. At the same time, the vibration is back and the sensations take her so completely that she can't believe she stays conscious.

He stops before she comes. Somehow, she has not. His voice in her ear nearly completes her climax, however. She shakes when his words touch her and when it passes, she is amazed that she did not come. Or thinks that perhaps she did and she can no longer feel the difference between his torment and orgasm.

"You did so good." He croons at her. "My goodness. You worked so hard for me, didn't you?" His voice in her ear brings her to the edge once again. He senses when she is close and crushes her with a jolt of vibration.

She bangs on the door with her spasms. Her wrists are chafed from the ties and her nipples send shock waves flaring through her body. "Oh my." His voice is a rough husk. She feels his need and answers with a flood from her open sex. She can't believe she hasn't come and wonders again if maybe she can no longer tell.

His hands grip her ass again and she tenses to take his rod. "I love the way your ass gets so red and hot." He tells her and she feels relief in her muscles as they collapse. He squeezes her bottom, massaging the bunched muscles.

He pulls away and turns on the vibrators. She knows it's both. The sensations have become so acute that she feels his hunger for her. She smells his pre cum. She tastes the musk of her dampness.

His fist twines in her hair and his lips touch her ear when he growls "Come for me now." His other hand grabs her ass and lifts. His cock slams into her. Drives deep beyond the vibrations. She bursts. Explodes in convulsions. Her face buried in the solid wood of the door thrums with screams.

His pounding lifts her feet. Tightens the ties on her ankles until she feels the pull. She loses track of anything but him. His excitement becomes her world and his grunts and cries send her into new spasms. With a final series of yells, she feels his hard pole jerk and yank inside her. The hot eruptions of his member sear her mind. She comes with each explosion and when he throws his head next to hers against the door, she slips into utter blankness.

He lifts her from the door. His hands stretch the length of her arms and he unties her wrists. Pressing her against the wood with his body, he reaches down and unhooks her ankles. He picks her up in his arms and carries her the short distance to the bed where he gently sets her down, pulling the vibrators out of her in one big plop and removing the clamps. Taking out the gag and uncovering her closed eyes.

She may have slept or it may have been only seconds, but she stirs as he kisses her eyes. He pulls her close.

Before he comes, she settles herself lightly onto his throbbing tool. She rubs her clit against his groin and throws herself forward. Her hands push on his chest, her tits rub circles, her hair swills over his face and neck. She comes again. And again. She has nothing left and collapses onto him.

"That's my beautiful girl." He says. "So good." He lifts her, turns, grabs the muscles of her ass in his fists and thrusts up from behind her. He takes her pussy. Pounds everything from it. Rams into her over and over until she remembers only his moment. She feels him harden even more and he comes inside her in a fury of thrusts. Stabbing his rod in her out of control. Driving to the end of her canal and beyond. She may have cried out, she doesn't know, but when he does, she feels the heat through her entire being. He comes for an aeon before crumpling.

Wrapped in him, hours later, they share a hint of dawn before sleep drags them back under.

She scoffed at him once. Another time, she begged. She cried tears of anguish as she told him "Better that I'm just in a leash and not a collar."

In the darkness, she senses the black night staring at her. It is watching, waiting. She sighs into his chest. It could have been tonight. She knows it is coming. Swooping down on her. Despite her bravado, despite her fierce independence and singular capability, one night he will buckle a collar on her.

She will take it. She will beg him for it.



Collar and Cuffs



After all the time we've known each other online, we finally decide it's time to meet. I book a flight to your home town and catch a cab to the hotel, we have agreed to use for our first encounter. Prior to leaving I had emailed you with your instructions.

Upon arriving at the hotel, I walk to the counter and ask if my "wife" has already checked in, Ms. Slaverton. The desk clerk informs me that you have, hands me my passkey and directs me to room 2323. So far, all is according to my plan.

I catch the elevator to the 23rd floor and use my key to enter the room. As my eyes adjust, I see that you have followed my instructions to the letter. The bed is turned down; the lights are all off except one, which is set to low. The in-room radio is set to some jazz and there is a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice-bucket. 

I can smell the lavender from the bath oil still in the air, so I know you are freshly bathed and, a quick glance confirms, shaved as well. And, you are dressed exactly as you had been told. As my glance trails up from the floor, I am glad to see the 3-inch heels on your black, patent leather, knee-high boots; sheer black stockings attached to a frilly black garter; covering your smoothly shaved mound, sheer black silk panties, pulled over the garter and stockings; and topping it off, a black leather collar with a chain-link leash attached. As per my wishes, your amazing breasts are unfettered, your nipples hard in the slightly chilled air of the room.

You hear me enter the room and your head swivels towards the sound. As it does, I can see the red silk scarf you have used to blindfold yourself. Your wrists strain to reach out against the handcuffs holding them to the arms of the chair in which you sit. "Hello my darling," I whisper across the room. "Have you been waiting long?"

Knowing my rules for silence, you merely shake your head back and forth and strain to hear any sound I might make. After placing my bags on the king-sized bed, I slowly cross the room to the chair you have been sitting in, patiently awaiting my arrival. As I walk, I slowly undress, dropping each item of clothing as it comes off, until I stand beside you completely naked.

I reach down and stroke your cheek, run my fingers through your hair. Your head tilts towards the subtle pressure. Reaching lower, I pinch and tweak one nipple, whispering, "That's my good girl; remember sounds are ok, just no talking until I say so, right?" You moan your agreement.

With one hand still assaulting your nipples, I run the fingers of the other across your lips. Your tongue slips out to lick them as they pass. Reaching around to the far side of your head I turn your face towards me and rub the head of my semi hard cock across those same lips. Your mouth opens to accept my hardness, and I use my hand to control your tempo. I can feel your tongue dancing all along the length of my cock as I slowly fuck your face.

After a few minutes, I pull my cock from your lips and, taking it in my hand, smack its length against your cheeks. Then I rub the tip along your chin, spreading precum as I go. Raising up to my toes, I bring my balls to your lips and you gladly suck one in, then the other. We moan in union at the pleasure this brings us both. A few minutes of your tongue bathing my balls, and I slide my full length back between your lips.

Thrusting a little harder this time, I can feel my head hitting the back of your throat. My other hand is still busy at your breasts, kneading and pinching, tweaking and twisting, first one then the other. All this attention causes you to moan again, this time with my cock buried balls deep in your mouth. The sensation is too much for me and I begin to shoot stream after stream of hot cum into your mouth. 

The first sprays straight down your throat, but then I pull back so only the head of my cock is in your mouth and proceed to fill your mouth with my cum. You want it all and expertly milk me with your mouth, until you have completely drained me. I pull my deflating cock from your lips and you open wide to show tat you have captured every last drop. As I stroke your cheek and chin, you lick you lips and swallow, enjoying this first taste of me.

You can feel me moving away from your side and moan in disappointment, until you feel me kneeling between your spread thighs. I lean closer and tenderly kiss your lips, my tongue slipping between them as our passion mounts. I kiss my way to ear and once again whisper, "Very good my dear, very good indeed. Are you ready for your reward?" a simple nod telling me all I need to know.

Kissing my way down your neck, I pause to lick across your shoulder blade, out and in then continue kissing down to your breasts. Once there I give them my undivided attention, working them over with both hands and my mouth. While one nipple is being sucked and bitten, the other is being twisted and tweaked, all the time I work your full ripe breasts with both hands, kneading and pulling them. 

Once both nipples at fully erect, harder than I've ever seen them in any of your online pictures, I place a nipple clamp on each. You have told me many times about the extreme sensitivity of your nipples and I have come prepared. What you now feel is the length of chain that runs between them as it hangs down your chest. Another soft moan escapes your lips.

"I knew you'd enjoy that baby, and I bet you'll like my next surprise even better." Kissing my way down from your breasts, running the tip of my tongue across your belly, I finally reach your panty covered pussy. I can already smell the musk of your desire. A small wet spot has appeared in the crotch of your silken undies so I lean in and run my tongue across it, tasting your juiciness and the silk. Kissing down your thigh, I roll the panties down, finally pulling them off and tossing them across the room, full exposing your smoothly shaved pussy.

While lightly kissing on and around your pussy lips, applying nowhere near the pressure you desire, I reach for two more red silk scarves and firmly tie your ankles to the legs of the chair. As I climb back between your legs, you hear a faint buzzing sound and a smile breaks across your lips. You surprise is written on your face when, instead of a vibrator teasing your clit, you feel the sharp sting of a needle, a little higher and to the right. 

You almost scream out as you flinch from the contact. "Trust me darling, I wouldn't do anything you wouldn't like. I borrowed this from a friend, it's clean and a brand new needle, so as long as you can remain still we should have no problems."

You succumb to my will and relax a little in the chair. To help you to relax, while I continue applying my chosen design to your skin, my left hand gently massages your inner thighs and pussy lips, my thumb occasionally rubbing across your clit. I pull the needle from your skin each time I sense a mini orgasm pulse through your body and before you know it the machine turns off.

My design complete, I use a warm cloth to wipe the area clean and then a few ice cubes to dull the slight throb of pain. I tape a sterile bandage over the area and then use the remaining ice on your pussy lips and clit. Up one side, circle lightly around your exposed little bud and back down the other, until the ice is gone. I then lean in and repeat the path with the tip of my tongue.

All thoughts of pain have been forced from your mind as wave after wave of pleasure course through your body. My mouth reaches the apex of its path and I suck hard on your little bud, pulling it between my lips and flicking it with my tongue. My teeth find it and lightly bite down, twisting in gentle circles. As your legs strain against their bonds to raise and wrap around my neck, I thrust two fingers into your tight, wet cunt. As I continue to suck your clit and massage your g-spot, I reach with my free and untie your ankles, allowing you to rest your calves on my shoulders as your first full-strength orgasm rips through you, your hips thrusting off the chair as you scream out in passion.

As you come down from your orgasm and begin to regain our senses, I undo the handcuffs and, taking the leash attached to your collar, I guide you to the bed. Before you can climb on, however, I pull you up short by grabbing the chain between your nipples. You reach to remove your blindfold, but I take both your wrists in hand and force you to lean over the bed, resting on your elbows, your ass high in the air.

Standing behind you, my cock bobbing in front of me, I enjoy the view of your ass and the pussy juice running down the inside of your thighs. Stepping forward, I bring a hard hand down on your right ass cheek, THWAK, and then gently caress it. Again and again, left then right, I deliver a playful spanking. THWAK, caress; THWAK, caress; THWAK, caress. Soon you are rotating your ass, trying to predict which side will receive the next blow.

With my cock now fully hard again, I step closer and, taking both your hips in my hands, holds you still so I can slide my full length into your dripping pussy. We both release pent up moans as I bottom out in your tight cunt. Slowly at first and with increasing speed, I piston my hips, slamming my steel hard shaft into your pussy. You bite the spread on the bed to muffle a scream as you eel another orgasm building.

Jut before you can reach your peak, I pull out and turn you around pushing you back onto the bed. I climb on with you and use the hand cuffs to latch your wrists to the head board. Once you have been re-secured, I remove the scarf that has been blindfolding you. You blink as your eyes adjust and then I see a smile creep across your face as you can, for the first time, confirm that it is indeed me that has been using your luscious body.

I reach to the ice bucket beside the bed and pour myself a glass of champagne. After taking a nice, long, cool sip, I tilt the glass in your direction, offering. You vigorously nod yes so I raise the glass over your lips and slowly pour you a mouthful, then a second. As I do, a little champagne spills out and onto your heaving breasts, which gives me an idea.

Reaching for the bottle, I pour a generous amount of bubbly over your chest so your big titties glisten in the soft light of the room. Climbing on top of you, I slide my stiff cock between your golden globes and press them tight. I pinch and pull your nipples as I fuck your tits, staring down into your eyes. As my hips rock, thrusting my cock back and forth between your huge tits, you snake your tongue out to flick the precum from the tip.

I can feel myself getting close, but I don't want to cum just yet. So I climb off your chest and nestle down in between your legs once again. I return my attention to your pussy, licking and sucking it. I leave it for a moment and kiss my way down your leg, pulling it up and bending it back at the knee until the heel of your boot is between my lips. I suck the heel of your boot and lick the sole for a few moments before instructing you to hold your leg in the raised position. I repeat this with the other leg until you are holding your legs high and spread wide.

I kiss and lick my way back down your legs to your pussy and then continue on licking my way to your tight backdoor. I run the tip of my tongue around your asshole a few times and then slip it in as far as I can. As you breathing quickens, I move back up and lean over you, kissing you deeply as I slide my cock back into your hot moist cunt. As we break our kiss, I lean back and, kneeling, continue to thrust into you.

Reaching forward, I grab the chain running between the clamps on your nipples and tug lightly, then a bit more firmly. Since you are still cuffed to the headboard, this applies a sensuous pressure on your nipples as I continue to thrust my cock. Your pussy begins to spasm around my cock, a tell-tale sign you are very close, so I quickly pull out and, after placing a pillow beneath your hips, slide slowly, fully into your ass. 

For a minute I just hold still and let you grow accustomed to this new fullness, and then I begin building a rhythm. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, I force the full length of my rock hard shaft into your ass. Knowing you are close and wanting to cum myself, I reach with my free hand and slide two fingers into your pussy, rubbing your G-spot while the thumb tickles your clit.

That is all the stimulation you can handle and a powerful orgasm grips you, your entire body stiffening. As I feel your pussy clench my fingers and your ass tighten on my cock, it send me over the edge and I slam one last time into you and begin to fill your ass with my cum. As we both regain our senses, and my softening, sloppy cock slips from your ass, a collapse onto you, kissing you deeply.

Reaching up and undoing the handcuffs, I pull you tight in my arms, "MMMMM, Babydoll, that was everything I hoped it would be, you were a very good girl today, and I hope you enjoyed yourself. Is there something you'd like to say?"

"Thank you for coming to see me and allowing me pleasure to be a source of your pleasure. I truly enjoy being able to inspire you to orgasm, and no-one has ever made me cum hardy than today, but there's just one thing."

"Yes my darling?"

With a sparkle in your eyes, you ask, "Can I see my new tattoo?" your hand running over the bandage. Without saying a word I reach down and pull off the gauze, revealing to your eyes, for the first time, my special design, in a gothic font . . .

Masters Little Whore! 



Collar and Cuffs



She was starting to feel the weight of everyday life push her down again. Desperately trying to cling onto the person she was becoming was getting exhausting.

Then the call came. She was pleased to hear from him and talk to him again. He always knew what to say to make her laugh and put everything into perspective. He calmed her. 

After kidding herself she was going to think about it she accepted the fact that she needed to get away to be herself so she jumped at the chance.

As soon as she stepped through the front door he pulled her into him and kissed her hard and passionately. She melted into him wrapping her arms around his big strong body.

After breaking from their embrace he spun her around and bent her over so that she was leaning on the sofa. Stood behind her he slowly pushed her dress up so it was bunched up around her hips. As he brushed one hand over each butt cheek she could feel a familiar tingling feeling. Taking her knickers in his teeth he pulled on them playfully before stripping them off her. He then bent over and planted small kissed on her delicious rounded cheeks. 

He let go for a brief second to undo his jeans and let them and his pants fall to the floor, his mighty erection standing proud in front of him. He plummeted himself in to her with ease and a sense of desperation. She let out an involuntary scream of surprise at the force. 

Bracing herself on the sofa as he started to hammer in to her she felt the beginning of her pleasure spasm rush through her body. He got faster and faster until she couldn't help herself anymore, she let out a moan of pleasure as her pussy contracted around his cock. As she did this he groaned and his balls rose up and emptied. His seed filled her, their juices mingling inside her. He pulled out of her, kissed her on the bum again and pulled his pants and trousers back up.

Smiling and with wobbly legs she stood up and straightened herself out. 

Handing her a glass of wine he gestured to her to come out in the garden. She took a big mouthful. Stood in the early evening light everything had a hint of gold washing over it. The garden looked peaceful and beautiful.

He looked her up and down smiled and tenderly slid his hands inside the shoulders of her dress and pulled it down. With hardly any effort it fell to the ground. He quickly reached around behind her and unhooked her bra to reveal her complete, pale, curvaceous, naked body. Her body instantly covered in goose bumps from the combination of the warmth in the air, the chill in the breeze and the rush of excitement. 

Without saying a word he pushed her hard against the wall, took her hands, reached into a bag on the ground, he had put there earlier, and produced a pair of soft pink leather handcuffs. Her eyes widened at the sight of them with excitement and nerves.

Locking his eyes onto hers he gently put the cuffs on her, kissing each hand as he did so. Letting her hands fall in front of her he reached into the bag again. This time he had a collar in his hands. It was pink leather too and matched the handcuffs. He swept her hair out of the way as he buckled it gently around her neck. He cupped her face in his hand and kissed her tenderly before clipping a chain lead onto the collar, a fine chain with a pink leather handle.

He then fastened a matching pink leather blindfold around her head. The world went dark, her breathing went shallow and the anticipation tore through her.

"kneel." he commanded. She obeyed and knelt on the spot where she was stood. Still holding on to her lead he took off his clothes and stood naked in front of her, she couldn't see his huge hard cock waving in her face. 

"Open your mouth." He commanded again. Knowing what was going to happen she happily opened her mouth to take him. With her hands and arms constricted he could choose his own speed and rhythm, which drove him wild. Still holding on tightly to the lead with one hand he held onto her head with the other pushing himself into her as hard as he could without making her gag. His legs started to buckle under him as he came hard in her mouth. She pulled herself away from him and swallowed her mouthful. 

Breathing heavily he stumbled backwards slightly. She started to stand up. "You will only stand when I tell you to." He said forcefully to her. She stopped moving and bowed her head.

After he had composed himself he walked over to her, took the lead and tugged on it again. "You may stand." He said. She stood up, before she had a chance to brush the grass off her legs he pulled her into him and kissed her, her mouth still warm and sticky from his load.

She couldn't see him grin at her as he took the end of the lead. Tugging on it playfully he led her inside and up the stairs to the bedroom. She didn't say a word as she followed him up the stairs.

The bedroom was dimly lit with candles, the curtains closed and the bed made neatly.

He guided her to the bed and told her to lie down. Still blindfolded, collared and cuffed she tentatively led down. Taking her cuffed arms he tied them above her head, to the bed stead, with some soft rope. He leant over and kissed her cheek working his way down her body he kissed her neck and then her nipples, circling each one with the end of his tongue. Her body reacted to his touch in a way that pleased him. She started to moan a little with pleasure which pleased him even more. 

He used his tongue to caress her entire body, down her legs and then sucked each of her toes before slowly working his way back up her legs to her pussy. He slid his finger inside her with ease. She was dripping wet with arousal and still moaning. Thrusting his finger in and out of her and his thumb flicking her clit she started bucking against him with the sensation. He kept going until her orgasm exploded out of her.

Feeling very pleased with himself he stood back and watched as her whole body, still tied, seemed to rise and fall with her deep breathing. 

As her breathing worked its way back to normal he separated her legs again. Seeing her pleasure juices glistening on the inside of her thighs he licked his lips. Bending over her he used his tongue to lap it up. Still feeling very sensitive after her orgasm she flinched at the touch of his tongue on her skin.

When he had finished he got up off the bed and left her there tied, naked and satisfied. "Masters slave will stay here" he said to her as he shut the bedroom door behind him. She sighed loudly with a little bit of frustration but mostly satisfaction.

Downstairs, in the lounge, he looked from the clock to the front door and back again. As his eyes wandered back to the clock the doorbell rang.

Upstairs she listened intensely to hear who had come to the door but all she could hear was her own heart beating loudly inside her, she felt vulnerable.

She tried to relax and ignore the fact that she had been left tied up for god knows how long. She must have relaxed more than she thought as the sound of the bedroom door opening made her jump.

"Are you ready for more my sexy slave?" he asked. She didn't answer. "Answer your master when he asks you a question!" he said with a raised voice. 

"Yes master I am." She said. He leant over her and kissed her forehead, her cheeks and then her lips as he untied the rope her hands were tied with. He took the hand cuffs off her and told her to get up on all fours. "I have a surprise for you!" he said with excitement in his voice.

She didn't respond but wondered what it could be.

Still blind folded and collared she braced herself on all fours on the bed. He knelt behind her, bent down and kissed down her back whilst taking the lead in one hand and using the other to reach underneath her and stroke her pussy until it was wet enough for him to enter her.

As he slowly moved in and out of her she could feel herself starting to get lost in her pleasure zone again until she heard what she thought was a groan, a manly groan that came from across the room and not behind her. 

"Yes, we have company." He said as if reading her mind. "Come and join us." He said over the top of her whilst still buried inside her. 

She felt the weight of another person join them on the bed. The other man knelt in front of her and stroked her hair. "Open wide again." The command came from behind her. She obeyed and felt a large, warm, hard cock slide slowly into her mouth. 

Using his hands to hold onto her head the guest started to fuck her face slowly as she was fucked from behind too. Almost as if they had planned to do so both men started to moan and speed up.

Leaning all of her weight on to one arm she used the other one to reach down between her legs and slowly rub her clit. She couldn't believe just how wet she was, she was dribbling down the inside of her legs.

The guest was starting to groan heavily, he stopped thrusting and she could feel his cock throbbing and filled her mouth with his salty juice as he held her head.

Still being pumped from behind she could feel her own orgasm looming. He let out a loud moan from behind her and pushed deeper as he too shot his load into her. As her pussy filled with his cream she too let out a cry of pleasure as her orgasm took over her body and made her shudder.

Still on all fours she panted and wobbled as both men climbed off the bed.

She went to remove her blindfold to see who the other man was. Feeling a hard tug on her lead she stopped. "You don't have permission to remove that." He said sternly then leant over and kissed her.

"Stand up." He said with a softer tone in his voice. She did as she was told. 

She could hear the two men moving around the room and get on the bed. She had got a real kick out of being 'spit roast' but didn't think she could do it again. 

"Climb on." He said. She tentatively felt around her and climbed back on to the bed. "No. Climb on me." She used her hands to feel down his body until she came to his cock. She couldn't believe just how hard he was again. With a smile on her face she leant down and kissed the end of his cock before lowering her aching wet pussy on to him.

He shut his eyes with pleasure as she started to slowly ride him. He held on to her thighs tightly. She felt a slight tug on her lead and then a hand on her back forcing her forward. She leant as far forward as she could. She felt the guest weight leaning on her back and his hard cock prodding at her. He rubbed it down her back before gently pushing it into her ass. She let out a loud cry of surprise.

Finding a rhythm between the three of them the feeling was intense she had never known anything like it. It didn't last long.

Within minutes there was an explosion of cum and she was filled again, but didn't care. Her own orgasm seemed to consume her and she let out cries of pleasure louder than both men put together.

The guest pulled out of her and got off the bed. She heard the bedroom door open and then shut. He was gone.

Still straddling him as he breathed heavily he reached up and took her blind fold off. She looked down at him as he smiled back at her. He reached a big strong hand up around her neck and pulled her down to kiss him unbuckling the collar at the same time. He rubbed her neck with affection.

She climbed off and led down next to him. "Who was that?" she asked. He turned to face her, stroked the side of her face, kissed her nose and said "You are never going to know!" She playfully pushed him away from her with a giggle.

They led there in each other's arms for a while before she asked him to get her a drink. "Yes master." He replied with a wink.



Collar Me



My hand held on the door's knob as I bonked my forehead into the back door. Even a good job that I liked would get annoying eventually. Dress codes (especially suits), early hours, crap net access, and a distinct lack of anything a stomach craves during eight hours in a building. I gave a loud sigh of relief of at least being home as I pushed the door in and open. A little ringing sound started up as the wood swung, and my eyes instantly locked onto and tracked a little brass bell rolling across the floor. I smiled at myself and pushed the door closed behind me.

The house was quiet, which wasn't unusual enough for me to worry, but I'd have welcomed a glomp at least. A couple turns later, and I was flopped over my bed, enjoying at least the welcome warmth of the covers as my fingers started undoing the buttons on my coat. "Seriously, why does a damn business require formal wear even in freakin' ninety degree weather?"

"Because you're glad to get out of it when you're home and enjoy a normal life with a normal wife?" Collette gave me a wink as she stood in the doorway, accommodating the heat by wearing naught but a plain hot pink bra and panty set. I already felt a twitch between my legs as her hair, blonde with red highlights, flowed down and clung to every curve of her breasts.

"Nothing about you is normal and you know it." She started walking in and helping me with my suit, going up as I unbuttoned going down. "You're the only blonde I've seen dye, the only woman who's taken me seriously about looking best without makeup, and very happily break pretty much every blonde stereotype like it's absolutely nothing."

I lifted my arms as she started taking coat off for me, her fingers trailing on every bit of skin she touched. "And I get told this nearly every day. You act like I haven't figured out that part of why you love me." True enough, this chat happens about every other day. "Sometimes it's the biggest reason why I keep you from talking." Her fingers slid to my pants, taking off the belt before sliding my shirt upward over my still-lifted arms. "It's a relief to not be worshipped in words ALL the time, you know."

"You haven't guessed that I may keep doing it just so you'll shut me up?" She giggled and, once my shirt was over my face, kissed me as roughly as she knew I liked it. Her breasts were shoving into my chest, rubbing everywhere she could grind into as one of her hands slid up my body. I didn't feel what the other was doing until something slid around the back of my neck. The kiss seemed to freeze, giving me a chance to see her face twist into the sadistic smile I loved so much before I heard the "snap" of the collar around my neck.

She started giggling, breasts bouncing from the angle she was bent over as I closed my mouth and simply stared with a smile, at least happy she was smiling. She was my Mistress, after all; I wouldn't be collared if I wasn't ready to do anything for her smiles. She grabbed my pants and yanked, exposing pretty much everything except my feet. With my hands balled into fists resembling paws, I heaved myself up into a sitting position and watched as she removed my shoes.

The moment my feet were completely exposed, I realized I was naked except the leather around my neck. Slinking down from the bed, I pawed to her side, nuzzling myself in circles around her while rolling an 'r' in a gentle purr. "Good kitten." A hand reached into my hair and started stroking around, causing me to stop where I was and sit, tilting into her leg. "I don't know why I spoil you so much; normally kittens like you like to be embarrassed or humiliated."

'But I don't like humiliation. I like making you smile by being good and making you feel like an amazing owner.' I wanted to say so much, but all I could do was put on a happy smile and cry out "Nyaaa" in a happy cat sound before licking her hand appreciatively. That earned another small fit of giggles before she turned, hair lightly tickling the top of her barely-concealed ass. She started walking out the door, with me slinking behind her after a few seconds.

Along the way and in the middle of the hall, she kicked a plastic ball with a bell inside out into the middle of the living room. My eyes locked and I sprinted after it, taking extreme care not to bowl Mistress over as I caught up with it and pinned it with a paw. I smacked it between my left and right paws before hitting it toward her, dashing after it to catch it in my teeth. I looked up at her as she kept walking by until her fingers gasped it and pulled it out of my mouth.

My eyes stayed locked on it as she tossed it up and down in her hand. "You really are too cute." The ball went between her breasts, snug inside the D cups before she squished them together enough to hide them completely. I stared at her bosom, the toy managing to vanish behind two enormous, soft breasts... How I wanted to reach up and lick them all over, kissing and nibbling th—"Kah!"

The kick to my side even caught me off guard as she let go of her chest, breasts bouncing back into place. "You know most kittens don't pay attention to boobs." She put her hands under hers and started shaking them up and down, one at a time. "Even if they are as big, soft, and squishy as mine..." The toy slipped out and dropped. No matter how much I longed for them, the bright ball falling was caught by my hand and pinned to the floor before I swatted it away and started chasing it again. She started laughing aloud again as I eventually caught the ball and gazed at it, nipping it in fantasy of having her nipples.

A couple minutes later, I heard a very quiet "Ki-i-ira-a-a-a". Even if she were whispering, I knew it was a call for me. The ball abandoned at the 'k' sound, I turned in place and sprinted back to her, having to look around until realizing she was in the lilac room, swinging a ring-shaped toy in her finger. "You didn't even hear me move." Even if I could see the satisfied smirk in her face, the fact that I didn't notice hit me as I started crawling toward her. "Either you're really tired, or you're kind of bored of me."

I winced at the thought of her thinking I was bored as she dropped the toy and sat at the bed's edge, stroking her curves from breast to thighs. "I thought I was supposed to be beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, and... how did you describe it? Able to turn you on by the whisper of your name?" Her eyes traveled between my legs, seeing the erection surviving the guilt trip. "Yet you still haven't done anything but play with that little bell. I like obedience and all, but it's—"

That was all I could take. I launched into her, the surprise of me pouncing so uncommon that she practically shrieked until her hands were pinned at her sides. I purred as loud as I could as my head nuzzled her cheeks, neck, and breasts, rubbing everywhere possible as she finally caught her breath and began to smile genuinely again, fighting my pinning. Reluctantly, I let go, but only to roll her over with a strong nuzzle.

As soon as she was on her stomach, I stretched my back over hers, wiggling around wildly. My back pushed into hers and my head circled around over her shoulders, combining both marking her as my territory with massaging into her back as she moaned out in appreciation. Still purring as long as my lungs would allow, I kept wiggling until I finally heard a quiet, "Enough." Rolling off her, I nestled into her side.

At least, until she rolled away from me and grabbed my face, shoving my face between her breasts while stroking my hair. "You really are an amazing kitten." The longer my face was pillowed within her bosom, the more I relaxed as my purring died down to a very silent, contented lie against her. "I hate having to give you up to work..." Her arms wrapped around me and squeezed me fully, allowing me to feel myself against every curve of her body as she kissed the top of my head.

I pulled back from her breasts, very reluctantly, to lift up and lick her lips tenderly in the softest kiss I was allowed. She gave a little "Aww" and, completely out of character, tugged me by my collar into kissing her, her tongue already sliding between my lips to stroke around. My eyes were wide in shock, but I was soon melted into the kiss, finding my hands (uncurled from their paws) stroking over her body.

It took all of ten seconds for her to realize what I was doing, too, before she pulled back and flicked my ear. A sharp pain went through my head as she smiled at me. "You're that eager to touch me that you'd stop being a kitten?" My eyes snapped in what would have been guilt had she not started petting my hair. "Good. I love it that way."

"Me-yaaa" My happy meow was cut short by her tugging my head to her hips, mouth closing in on the pussy being exposed by her free hand. She got her pussy's lips against mine and held my face in place, bucking herself against me where she sat as my tongue instantly slid out to lick from the base to top of her slit and back again. Between teasing me, being pinned, marked, and the kiss, she was already soaked before my tongue even found her clit.

"More, more, more..." She'd pushed her panties down, only pulling back to kick them away before pinning my head into her by shoving my face in and wrapping my head in her legs. Breathing became next to impossible as my tongue slid between thrusting inside her and stroking around her clit. "Keep, going, ohh!" The entire time my tongue was rubbing, her pussy was bucking and stroking over my face, humping into me as her personal toy.

All I could do was hum and make muffled moans into her body as she kept me pinned to her, my tongue finding itself mostly against her clit to stroke around as she cried out, fluids flowing down my chin and neck as she kept rubbing. The orgasm forced her to hold me tighter, cutting off my breath entirely as I could only keep licking, trusting my mistress to not let me be hurt as my face was rubbed up and down relentlessly.

Eventually the lack of air made me thrash, only rubbing more against her hips and into her hot, soaking pussy. "Feels, so, goo-oo-ood!" was all I could hear as she tugged even tighter still, unable to be sated easily without something in her. The burn in my lungs and faded vision was replaced by blackness as the last thing I saw was the pure joy on my mistress' face.

The darkness was welcome, both for ending the stinging of no air and the fatigue of the day until that point. I came to with my temples throbbing, my head nestled into a pillow, and with something sniffing very curiously at my face. I instinctively gave a gentle swat to brush it away, but felt Collette's familiar hair where my hand hit first. The moment my eyes opened any bit, I heard a happy "Arf!" before a tongue started lashing at my face in happy licks.

I eventually had to grip her hair and pull her back, listening to a cute little whimper as my eyes traveled down to her neck, noticing the same collar on her that I had been wearing not long ago. Some time while I had passed, she apparently decided something. I looked back at her face, finding a completely innocent smile with her tongue hanging out, panting from lack of breath due to pleasure and in an act of a puppy.

Smiling, my fingers took her chin and gripped firmly, but without meaning to hurt. "Did you decide this because I was passed out?" She shook her head violently side to side, apparently strongly against it. "Then you just missed being my little bitch?" Her eyes glowed at the name and she nodded before leaning into me, her paws now over my shoulders as she tried to lap at my face again.

I tilted back, watching her fall with a "Yipe!" onto my lap before I squeezed her tight into me, petting the top of her head as she rolled onto her back, looking happily up at me. My hand left her head to stroke from her breasts to belly, watching her squirm silently from the tickles. I couldn't help but smile at her being able to hold back the laughter she wasn't allowed to make just to be a good puppy for me, though I was determined to make her laugh. My fingers wiggled around her sides and belly before she finally started giggling, unable to hold back any more.

Stopping my tickling led her to calm down, but once her breasts stopped bouncing, their perkiness was as clear as day. "You always did enjoy that a little too much." I gave each one a pinch and pulled, earning a whimper of pain and longing as they were tweaked in place. "I still swear you could get off from tickles alone. Should I test that?" I lowered my hands down again, but she instantly rolled over and hid her stomach into my lap.

My hand went back to her head, and her smile grew genuinely happy again before she bumped her nose into my chest. I hugged her tight again, wiggling her around like a toy as she gave a little moaning sound of comfort before I let go and bounced off the bed. She jumped off the side after me, but I turned and pointed back at the bed. "Stay." She gave a little whine and clambered back on, looking at me with doleful eyes. "I'm not upset at you, pup. Promise."

A little smile was my response as she laid on her stomach and tucked her chin into the bed. Eventually I made it to the kitchen, looking down at the little pet food bowls on the floor. They were clearly marked by the pictures at the bowl's bottom, as well as the crumbs of the contents. Every time I see them, I smile at the memory of only once trying pet food for each other. Since then, we've at least been more humane about treats and punishment foods.

Now, my question. Did using my face as a toy long enough to make me pass out count as me pleasing my Mistress (at the time), or do I see it as the lady who's now my little puppy going out of line? I chuckled at the thought, knowing the answer was clear as I opened the refrigerator door to find yet another sheet of chocolate cake. She always had something in there, never failed.

Cutting a large bone-shaped slice, I placed it into her bowl and filled the bottom of it with milk before picking up a simple tennis ball-on-a-rope. With it in hand, I gave a whistle and called, "Collie!"

"Arf!" was all I heard before a giant 'thump' and much frantic dashing. I could just barely see her turning the corner before tossing the toy right over her head. She jumped and tried to catch it in her teeth, but failed spectacularly. I at least got a chuckle at how much bouncing her breasts did before she turned to grab it with her mouth and run it to me.

"Good girl." I took the free end of it and tugged, but she held on with her ever-happy smile. "You can let go now." I tugged again, but she held on firmly. "Uh huh..." I nodded calmly before straightening quickly and tugging, putting up a playful fight with her teeth's grip on the toy before eventually getting her close to the erection standing up on my stomach. She eyed it but kept pulling, and I had her. "So you want this toy more than your master's? Guess you won't get to play with more than this."

I tugged at the toy again, but it slid easily from her mouth as she bounded into me and bumped her entire body against mine, trying to get her head against my dick as much as possible before she started lapping at the underside. Again, I started petting her, but I took her hair behind the ear and tugged her up to face me. "First thing's first, you need food. I can't have my little pup going hungry on me."

She looked over at her bowl and immediately started scrambling over the slick kitchen floor to try to reach it, diving into the cool, moist cake and milk. I smiled at her, wondering how long it would take her to lap up all the milk as I popped open the fridge and saw something quick and easy enough to make our wait short; a little hamburger wrapped up for eating whenever. Making that time now, it was quickly placed on a plate and put in the microwave as I turned to watch Collette go at her bowl.

Her face was already messy from the effort, and her lips were dripping with milk that couldn't just be slurped normally. The sight all on its own had me craving putting that mouth elsewhere, but she saw me looking at her and cried out, "Arf! Arf!" before bouncing into me again. "Arf, ar ar arf! Arf!" She was bumping into me while yelping loudly, earning another pinch on the ear and whine out of her. "Little bitches shouldn't bark for attention. You know there are better ways for it. Now eat." A push back toward the bowl got her crawling slowly to it again until she found the sweets waiting for her tongue as my own hunger was soon sated.

I watched her kind of dreamily, enjoying her enthusiasm at trying to lick everything out of the bowl before nuzzling it toward me, showing me the cleanliness of the bottom. Before I had a chance to react, she turned and pawed at the door to the fridge. "Still thirsty?" She shook her head slowly and kept pawing. "Hungry, then?" A nod was my answer as she turned to face me, tongue out in a cute pant. Well, I couldn't expect just one slice to fill her up.

I opened the door and looked at her as she poked her nose inside and stared back at the cake. Normally, she'd ask for something a little more normal (like meat), but this time, she seemed intent on having sweets. She knew what she was doing with her stomach, so I simply cut off a good sized square slice before dropping it into the bowl. She was already diving into it as I lined the bottom of the tray with milk again. "You asked for it, so I hope you finish it. Otherwise, no dessert." Her face went from a grin at the joke to a serious realization at what was being referred to.

Raising her rear end high to keep her face in the bowl, she kept tearing at it. I smiled at the curves now poking off to my side before getting behind them. Moisture was already glistening on her hips and getting close to her thighs from the treatment earlier and her pleasure now. My grin grew wider as I planted my thumb into her and started wiggling it around in circles over the front wall, pressing around over the spot inside her that never failed to make her squirm. Even with her face in the bowl, the rest of her body was rocking around.

It was a trick I'd read online, g-spot orgasms. I knew she felt like she had to go to the bathroom incredibly after the first few minutes, but all I did was find my thumb into two soft bumps of her insides to stroke hard, fast, and everywhere I could reach. She was convulsing in place, whimpering and whining in pleasure with every brush of my thumb. I tilted my head to watch as she rested in what little food she had left, cake stuck to her face like a messy child as her lips soaked in the milk. I reached my free hand up and started sliding through her hair, still rubbing around within her constantly squirming pussy.

It didn't take long before the combination of pleasure and petting had her eyes closed. The food forgotten, she relaxed completely into my hands, a little melted puppy of pure orgasmic comfort. Deciding I'd distracted her enough, I pulled her up against me and picked her up, curled against me. The walk to the living room was short, so I could easily set into the couch and tuck her at my side, resuming rubbing my fingers over her head.

I got through maybe twenty minutes of TV before she stirred again, lifting her head slowly to bump her head fully into my cheek. "Well, good morning, pup." I gave her an enormous squeeze into me, getting a comforted grunt in return as she melted into my side. "Hopefully you napped okay."

"Ruff!" She lapped at my cheek a couple times before looking down, seeing my still-erect member against my stomach. She bent down with tongue out to lick at it, too, but I gave her ear a sharp pinch and a bit of a twist. "Ipe!"

"I told you. If you don't finish your food, no dessert. You left quite a bit in the bowl." Her face looked stunned for two seconds before she dashed out of the room and back into the kitchen. I could literally hear her scraping the bowl across the floor trying to get it up before she came back, carrying it within her teeth to show me the crumb-free surface.




Collar Me



"You just don't get me, Marcus."

The words pierced right through his seemingly frail exterior. This kind of fight had been all too familiar for the last few weeks of their relationship. Kim wanted him to give her more satisfaction in the bedroom but Marcus was too much of a worrywart and relaxed man to give her the kind of action she so desired. 

Kim glared at him getting more and more unsettled over the debate. "You just need to find something inside of you that makes you be more of a man for God's sake. You're too soft with me. I want to know that if I need it, you can give me the rough romp in the park or the random hair pulling in the kitchen."

Marcus just stared at her with the dumb and lifeless look that he usually gave her when she'd bring the subject up. He wasn't beyond doing these things for her but he just had a hard time mustering it up with how badly some of his relationships in the past had failed once he did. After a long pause however, he would usually struggle out a sentence such as 'I just can't bring myself to treat you like some hooker or random hook up.'

However, this sentence or any like it did not escape from his lips this time. He only listened to her for a few more moments and finally having reached his limit, rushed from their small bedroom to the bathroom where she was currently doing her hair and grabbed her wrist. 

"Hey!" she retorted swiftly. The suddenness of his action bewildered her but her body rejected what her mind so abruptly felt. Her slit moistened and her heart rate spiked. She was trapped in their tiny one bedroom, one bath apartment on the third floor of their middle class neighborhood. The walls were thick and no scream would ever have a chance of making it through. He had her cornered in the bathroom and was staring at her in such a weird way that she neither felt at ease nor scared. Her skin crawled. The cold bathroom floor became hot with her rising blood pressure and before her next thought could come to her, Marcus's lips were on hers kissing her deeply. Hers softened and quivered at the familiar feeling but rough change of pace. The fingers on her hands flexed and found their way to his sides.

Marcus stepped back from her but kept hold of her wrist. "You really want something different, do you?"

Kim stared at him, turned on more than she had ever been before and nodded. The difference in his character was astonishing. She wanted more of it regardless of how weird it might get. 

"Alright, put on your shoes and let's get going. We have to go buy something new and exciting for you."

So that's what she did. With haste she finished getting ready. Her brand new tennis shoes were on before he could ask again and they were out the door into the summer morning breeze. 

Marcus pulled his BMW 325i into the shopping center parking lot and placed it confidently into park. He looked over at Kim and eyed her up and down, wondering how she was going to take what he was about to attempt to open her up to. 

"I hope you're as willing as you say you are."

Kim opened her mouth to reassure him but before she could he was already out the door. For someone who talked like he was worried he sure seemed pretty confident about how he'd handle her regardless of her answer. 

She jumped out of the car and slammed her door behind her before following beside him. Up ahead of them there was a grocery store, a bar, a sex shop, and a pet store. Kim glared at the sex shop windows with their mischievous tinting that made it impossible for unwanted folks to peek in. 

"Nice choice," she commented.

"Oh, we're not going in there," Marcus responded and grabbed her hand assuring her. He led her towards the pet shop front door and eagerly stepped inside. 

"Pets for Less?"

Marcus gripped her hand tight to shush her and led her to the section that was marked for dogs. A sales assistant was overlooking the leashes and collars and before Kim could spout a retort Marcus asked the clerk about collar sizes for a Labrador. 

"You'll need a large size but probably not an extra large unless you've been feeding the big guy a little too much. That section is over here," the clerk advised him and pointed towards a huge section of collars. After pointing them out he finished with, "well if you have any questions, just let me know and I'll be happy to help you."

The man walked off and left Kim and Marcus standing there. Kim looked completely dumbfounded.

"Marcus, what are you doing? We don't have a dog."

"Yet."

Kim looked at him, "we're getting a dog?"

"You could say that."

"A Labrador?"

"You could say that too," he answered her glancing at her long, wavy blond hair. 

"That's your big plan? You're going to distract me with a puppy?" 

"Distract is such a bad word to use for this event, my dear."

Kim sighed. She thought she had finally broken a boundary with Marcus but it seemed he was just off to create another stupid ploy to get him out of having to please her sexually. 

For the rest of the store visit she said nothing. Her arms were left crossing her chest for the remainder of their time there. Even when he picked out a pink collar that looked to be made of a pretty comfortable material, she said nothing. 

Marcus purchased the collar, a matching leash, two bowls for food and water, and they left the store. The ride back to the house was uneventful. No words were exchanged between the two of them until they actually parked in the driveway. 

Kim looked over at Marcus, "why are we home? I thought we were going to go get your stupid dog."

"Hey- don't be mean to our future dog."

"Okay," she corrected herself, "our future dog."

"I have to do some research and training before we can really get to that stage, sweetheart," he lectured her and grabbed the bag of stuff. They locked the car and headed up the stairs and into their third floor apartment. 

The moment the door closed behind her, Kim felt Marcus's hands shoot up her breasts from behind her. 

She gasped and moaned approvingly. Make up sex what exactly what was needed right now. His hands were rough. They found their way under her shirt and groped her violently. 

"God, yes!"

Kim cried out finally getting what she wanted. The forceful disposition of it all got her pussy flowing with luscious moisture. 

Marcus started to toy with her, feeling up her nipples and biting her neck hard from behind. He stripped her shirt from her and broke the clasps off of her bra, tossing it to the floor. It was now completely unnecessary to have such a luxury on her body. 

Kim's hands found their way into her own pants, rubbing her clit and probing her slit. She found herself completely unable to resist his attacks on her. Her lips quivered, her body trembled, and her moans grew louder and louder. 

With every moan she took, Marcus removed another article of her clothing without her noticing or caring and before long she was completely nude and on the floor panting from how hard she had climaxed from her own fingers. 

"Oh Marcus, that was so good..." she mumbled through a deep breath she took in. 

"What's that baby? I can't understand you. All I can hear is whimpering and barking."

Kim cocked her head to the side and suddenly Marcus slipped the collar around her neck and fastened it tight, looking it in place with a tiny padlock. 

"What the hell, Marcus?!" 

"Stop barking!" he ordered her and gave her a solid slap to her buttocks. 

"Bad!" 

Kim yelped out loudly and whimpered before she caught herself doing it to stop. "What the hell are you talking about?" 

She tried to get to her feet before Marcus tripped her and held her down on all fours. "Bad dog!"

"I'm not a dog!"

Marcus clicked a button on the remote he held in his hands and a soft charge of electricity ran through the collar that Kim wore. She whimpered loudly but quickly stopped talking from the harmless but jolting shock. 

"Now," Marcus started while standing up and leaving her on the carpet on all fours. "You'll learn to be obedient and I'll prove to be a worthy master for you, Kim."

Kim looked up at him and then ran her fingers along her new collar. The comfortable suede actually felt increasingly soft as she felt it up. She inspected the lock that Marcus had locked it with and the tip of her finger found where the keyhole was. She was trapped in the thing until she found some way to get the key from him. 

"Going to play nice now, puppy?"

Kim nodded and took a few steps on the soft carpet towards him. The Gods were good to her. They had blessed her with carpet that would be just right for this sort of thing. It was so supple and squishy that it refused to present any problem to her shins and knees.

"You want some lunch?" Marcus asked her as he pulled two dog bowls out of the Pets for Less bag. 

"You really don't expect me to eat out of those, do yo-" Kim started but was given a little shock through the collar before she could finish her sentence.

"Dogs don't talk, Kim."

Kim groaned and sat down, not unlike a dog sits down. This was degrading, she thought. All she wanted was a different pace in her life and she ended up with the weird guy who took it to mean being turned into his pet. 

Her stomach groaned, reminding her how hungry she was. She wasn't really going to have to endure such degradation, was she?

Marcus filled the bowls: one with water and the other with some heated up buttered noodle pasta leftovers from the night before- Kim's favorite dish. 

Kim gulped hard as the smell of the pasta hit her nose. How badly did she want to eat? --Pretty badly all things considered. They had been in such a rush to get out the door that she hadn't eaten yet. Without much enthusiasm she walked on all fours to her new food dish and lowered her head down to eat. 

The pasta tasted better than she anticipated. Her hunger had made it hit the spot more than usual. She gobbled her food down with no remorse while Marcus sat down next to her, petting her hair and back as she did so. 

Kim tried as hard as she could not to like it but something about it felt so soothing and fine. She slowed down eating and savored the dish a little longer as his petting continued to make her feel relaxed. 

As she finished her last bite Marcus leaned down to whisper in her ear, "now was that really so bad?"

Kim shook her head. Maybe she would actually be into this kind of thing she thought and licked his cheek without thinking about it further. If she was going to do this she was going to do it right. 

Marcus laughed and looked at her with his soothing blue eyes, "you just licked me..."

Kim fell backwards as the act finally hit her brain. She just licked him! "I'm not a-" she started but stopped midsentence. Looking down at the carpet she began to question herself. 

Marcus came to her and ran his finger up her exposed pussy. She was completely soaking. Her juices had actually began running down her inner thighs. 

He put his wet finger up to her mouth and slid it inside. "It looks like someone likes being a dog more than they'd like to admit."

Kim just stared at him wide eyed. She really had been turned on. The food and petting had just distracted her too much to take notice. Her pussy was completely covered in her juices as he had said. 

"I think it may be shower time," Marcus suggested and confidently picked her up in his arms easily and carried her to the bathroom. 

Once there he pulled the lock free from her collar without ever inserting a key.

"Wait... there was no key?" Kim questioned him as she stood in front of the mirror with Marcus working the collar loose behind her. 

"There never was, baby. I just thought I'd make you think there was so you'd try something new. I wasn't going to lock you into something that might have hurt more than I knew. I didn't know if the shock would be a little too much. From now on though, we should definitely have a safety word for it so I know when or if I need to stop."

Kim looked at him with awe. She thought he was the one who needed the lesson in trying new things but in reality she was completely bested by the show of his own. 

"Don't worry about it though baby, we don't have to do it anymore. I just thought something new would be fun," he said lightly and finally removed her collar. He placed it on the counter and kissed the back of her shoulder. The love he had for her was more than apparent. 

Kim turned around and looked him in the eyes. 

"I think I might want to do that again sometime, sweetheart. You're right. I think I kind of liked it." 

Her warm smile reassured him that she was telling the truth and his hand made its way to her soaked pleasure spot. 

"Oh, I have a feeling you liked it more than just a little..." 

He quickly stripped and backed up. His free hand turned on the shower and his other beckoned her inside with him. She followed and quickly was thrown against the shower wall. His lips were on hers in seconds.

He had her right where he wanted her, his hard on apparent as it pressed firmly against the inside of her leg. 

"Oh baby, you are hard aren't you?" 

She grasped his hard cock and started to pump it powerfully in her hands. 

Marcus's head swung back and he breathed heavily. 

"Being in that much control of you really got me off, baby"

"I'm sure it did..." she whispered back to him and then bit cleanly into his chest. 

Marcus brought his head back up to her face and one of his hands darted to her hair, grabbing it with vigor. 

"I want you so bad"

"Take me!" Kim ordered and before anything more could be said he thrust up, deep inside of her.

Over and over he filled her up. They both bit and kissed each other all over their bodies and made love to each other. 

The shower water stained their bodies and moans echoed on the walls as they both finally released their tension. Marcus's hips bucked up and down to continue giving her the complete satisfaction while Kim cried out, her orgasms rocking her body over and over again. 

Before they knew it Marcus gripped her hips and pumped load after load of his cum deep within her body. Kim took it all in greedily and gripped his cock hungry for more as he did so. 

"Baby..." Kim breathed as they both came down from their release. Marcus pulled his cock out and the combination of his and her juices flowed out of her slit. 

"Now, let me wash you" he demanded. 

He picked up the shampoo and conditioner and poured it all over her hair, working it in as he did so. His hands rubbing all over her body made her horny once more. The wetness between her thighs forced her to finger herself. One finger, two fingers, it was full. 

Marcus moved the washcloth along her body, kissing her as she got herself off until she came as many times as her heart desired.

After the washing, Marcus stepped out of the shower and dried off but wouldn't let her out of the shower. He waited until he was fully dry before having her step out and drying her off with his own two hands and her towel. 

Kim was taken aback by it but something about it just felt right. She loved how he was taking care of her. It was so different and so foreign compared to his usual self that she was determined to take all that she could. 

"Ready for a nap? I am." Marcus asked her.

"Yeah, I could nap. You've kind of taken it out of me today, sweetheart."

Marcus led her into the bedroom right down the hall and they both slipped under the covers. Marcus wrapped her up in his arms and quickly fell asleep but Kim felt strangely unable to join him. Her neck felt so open, so void that it just bothered her. She wrestled with the thought of putting the collar back on but was conflicted on needing such an object. Regardless of how much she had enjoyed the feelings she had experienced today she didn't want to get used to it by any means. She wondered if the collar was strictly sexual or if it were more. 

Finally after trying for twenty minutes to sleep but to no avail she climbed out of bed gently as to not wake Marcus and made her way to the bathroom. 

Her feet felt cold on the tile floor as she eyed her prize on the bathroom counter. The pink collar she had enjoyed spoke to her. She picked it up lightly and fastened it around her neck once more. 

"Silly thing..." she whispered to herself but then looked herself in the mirror. The familiar wetness returned in her groin and she bit her lip. 

"I'm not into this that much... am I?" she half pleaded with herself but knew the answer. 

Silently she made her way back to their bedroom and slid underneath the covers with her collar safely confined to her neck. 

The bed felt better now. It felt more at home. The covers regained their familiar comforting feeling and she curled up next to Marcus. 

It was true. She had just had a door opened to her that she was afraid may never be able to be closed from that day forward.