0 comments/ 32434 views/ 11 favorites The Collar By: Cete It had been a long week. I was looking forward to the weekend as I headed home on Friday night. We would usually go out for a meal and a drink after work on a Friday and I was heading home to take a shower and get dressed for our evening. He was already home when I got there. I would normally meet him in town so it was a little unusual to see his car in the garage. I walked inside, called out to him, and went into the bathroom to turn the shower on. When I came back into the lounge I realised that, depending on the decision I made in the next few minutes, we wouldn't be going out that night, or maybe for the whole weekend. Lying on the coffee table was my collar, and if I picked it up, it would mean I was his slave until he took it off me. When the collar is out it means that I am to be used as his slut, his playground, and a body for his pleasure. Either of us can bring the collar out, but he is the only one who can take the collar off once I have it on. Sometimes he will use me for a couple of hours and at other times he will keep me as his slave for a couple of days. He is a good master of the collar and I experience great pleasure when I am his slut. I looked at the collar lying there, small silver studs glistening in the fading sunlight. My tiredness seemed to fade as I thought of all the pleasure of the collar and I looked around to see where he was. He was not in the room and I could only guess that he was upstairs waiting to see what my decision would be. Another rule of accepting the collar is that once I pick it up I must present myself to him, and he will attach the collar to me. I must be naked and be ready for him from the moment I present with the collar. Being ready means having hard nipples and a wet pussy. Mostly I get wet as soon as I accept the collar, but I always pinch my nipples and rub my pussy just to make sure I am ready to serve. I left the collar lying on the table, went, and took my shower. I would make him wait just a little longer before I let him know the kind of weekend I was prepared to have. I rubbed my hands over my tits, feeling my nipples harden as I washed them. Then I took the showerhead off the wall and slipped it between my legs. I didn't want to be punished for not being completely clean for him. I thought about letting myself cum with the shower, but I decided against it. I would be completely his for as long as he wanted and I would wait until he allowed me to cum. I knew that part of his pleasure was watching me cum, so I would get my fair share of indulgence. After I was thoroughly clean, I dried myself off. With my skin still warm I went into the lounge, picked up the collar and headed up the stairs. On the way, I pinched my nipples, but no where near as hard as he might pinch them. I walked into our bedroom and stood before him with the collar in my hand. His face lit up, and he smiled one of his wicked sexy smiles. 'Good girl' he said as I walked towards him. He took the collar and as he was putting it around my neck he asked me his usual question; 'Are you my little slut?' 'Yes' I answered as he pushed my shoulder to turn me around so he could fasten the collar. I felt him buckle the collar and I knew from that moment on I was there solely for his enjoyment until he decided to uncollar me. He reached his hands around my body and grabbed my tits. 'Good', nice hard nipples' he said as he slid his hand between my legs 'and my pussy is nice and wet too'. 'You are my slut and I am going to play with you and fuck you all weekend. You will cum only when I say you can, beg me if you must, but you must not cum without my permission. Do you understand?' The rules of play always changed and he always spelt them out clearly after my collar was on. 'Your body is my playground you slut, I am going to fuck you, and fuck you hard. You are going to suck my cock, and do whatever I want. At no time are you to touch yourself unless I tell you to. Is that what you want you little slut, to be my slave?' 'Yes it is, please use me to make yourself cum, please make my body your playground. I am a slut and I need you to use me like one' I replied. As the exchange of rules and agreement went on, I could feel my pussy starting to throb. 'Good we are clear on the fact that you are a slut' he said as he grabbed my nipples again. His grip on them was tight. As he twisted them, he pulled them, stretching them out from my body. I put my head back into his neck as I moaned. This made him twist them all the harder, pulling them as far as he could. He bit my neck as he continued to play with my tits. He went from kneading them to pulling my nipples over and over again. I could feel his hands digging deep into my tits and I could feel his cock growing hard as he pressed against my back. My tits are large and round, and I have good nipples. I know that he loves to play with my tits as he does so at every chance he gets. He let go of my tits and moved away from me, but only for a moment. His hands reached around again and it was then that I felt the pain that I loved. Nipple clamps gong on each nipple. The clamps had a chain between them and he tugged on it hard, pulling my tits and nipples downwards. Then he attached a thin leather strap with beads onto the chain. He let the strap drop to the floor. I had no idea what this could be for. 'Bend over slut' he said as he pushed my back. I bent over and spread my legs as he commanded. He reached between my legs and grabbed the strap. I moved my hips so that I might feel his hand on my flesh. 'Stand up' he ordered and as I did so I felt the strap divide into two pieces where the beads ended, he took these over my shoulders. The beads on the strap were pressed hard against my pussy and ass. It was like a harness that slipped along my pussy and gave him reins to control it with. Oh god, what wonderful new toy has he made for me this time I wondered. He always spent a lot of time making new toys for both our pleasure, and I was always amazed at the ideas he came up with. 'Kneel on the floor slut' was his next command as he pushed me away from his body. I knelt down where I was, still not facing him. He moved infront of me, grabbed the leather straps and pulled on them. My nipples were being pulled and the beads were running along my. I could feel the leather and beads moving over my ass, a hole I loved him to play with and that I knew then was going to get a lot of attention over the weekend. He took his cock in his hand 'make me cum slut' he said as he pushed his cock between my lips. My hands were free so I grabbed his thighs as I sucked his hard cock. I loved sucking his cock and making him cum, and this time it was even more fun with him pulling on the leather straps. The harder I sucked the more he pulled. My nipples were being stretched as far as they would go, the beads were working my pussy, and the feeling on my ass was incredible. I worked his cock with my mouth, sucking and licking every inch of it. I took it as deep into my throat as I could and when I did, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock deeper into my mouth. 'Suck it good you dirty little slut' he commanded as I felt his legs start to quiver. I licked his balls as my mouth slid to the base of his cock again, and with this he tugged harder than ever on the strap, 'good girl' he shouted as I sucked him to climax. His cum filled my mouth and I sucked every last drop out of him that I could. He quickly pulled his cock out of, my mouth and stepped back to watch me swallow his cum and lick my lips. I tasted every last drop that I could as he continued to pull on the straps. I let out a moan as my pussy felt the beads and my ass the leather drag over it. 'Oh, she likes that does she' he said with a smirk on his face. 'Get on the bed, and present yourself for me' he said as he pushed me to the bed. Presenting myself meant getting on all fours, with my legs spread as wide as they would go. I obeyed him without saying a word. I got into the middle of the bed and positioned myself accordingly. 'Good, you are truly my little slave' he purred, his voice full of excitement. He tied my hands and feet to the bed, so tightly so that I could not move from where I was positioned. 'Let me see my pussy' he muttered as he moved between my legs. I could feel his breath against my pussy lips as he examined the wet juicy flesh that was there for his pleasure. He pulled on the leather strap a couple of times and I knew he would be watching the way my pussy twitched with the movement of the beads. He reached his arm underneath me and took the leather strap off the nipple clamp chain. He tightened the clamps and pulled on the chain as hard as he could. I couldn't help but moan with the pain and the pleasure it bought me. He laughed and pulled it again. It was then for the first time that his fingers slid onto my pussy. Tickling the edges of my lips was enough to make me cum. I didn't have time to ask him, before I felt the rush through my body and the wetness trickle down my legs. 'You didn't ask me if you could cum, you slut' he barked at me. 'I'm sorry' I whispered, waiting to see what his reaction would be. 'You want to be punished?' he asked. 'Yes, please punish me, I need to be punished' I replied. He went to his chest of toys and I felt the paddle crash hard against the cheeks of my ass. Not once but three times, hard smacks that made my skin ache. 'You are my playground slut, you are here for my pleasure you cum when I say' he said as he let the paddle go against my ass for the fourth time. He caressed my ass for a few minutes, and I could feel the sensation of the spanking creep into my pussy. 'Does my pussy want me to spend some time with it?' he asked. 'Yes, it is your pussy, please touch your pussy' I begged softly. I felt him run something hard along my slit. It was warm, but hard and I wasn't sure what it was until I heard him turn it on. He had a vibrator to use on me. 'Oh god' I moaned in pleasure as he stroked it up and down my lips. Dragging the tip of the vibe up and down my pussy felt so good 'please may I cum?' I asked him. 'No, slut, you may not' was his gruff reply. 'Please may I cum' I begged again. 'No, you must wait' he said with a satisfied tone. He teased me a while longer in the same manner. All the time I felt my orgasm building inside me, not sure how much longer I could wait. Then I felt his finger slide to my ass. His finger was lubricated and he circled my ass gently with it. 'Please please let me cum' I shouted at him. 'You may cum' he laughed, just as I felt my pussy throb with the power of my orgasm. My pussy was drenched. 'God, oh god' I screamed as the waves of delight shot through my body. He laughed as my body released and his only word were 'I've only just begun slut.' He kept working his finger round my ass until he slipped it inside me. Little by little I felt the tip of his finger creep inside me. "You've got a great ass' he said as he started the vibrator again. This time he didn't play with my pussy at all. I felt the head of the vibrator resting against my pussy and then he shoved it deep inside me, twisting it as he pushed it in as deep as it would go. All the time his finger was working my ass. 'Cum you little slut, cum for me' he shouted as he fucked my pussy with the vibrator. I did not have to be told a second time, I came harder than I had minutes before. When my body stopped quivering, he removed his finger and the vibrator. My pussy ached to feel his cock inside me. He was so turned on I knew I wouldn't have to wait long. I felt him position himself between my legs on his knees. He reached beneath me and pulled on the nipple clamp chain, just as the head of his cock touched my pussy. His cock felt so hard I was ready to be fucked by him. 'I'm going to fuck you like you deserved, you slut' he said as his cock drove deep inside me. His cock felt so good. He knew how to work it inside me better than anything I had ever known. His hips grinding into me as he went as deep as he could, was a feeling that I loved. Sliding his cock gently and then as hard as he could drove me wild. 'I'm going to cum you slut, oh god I'm going to cum so hard' he moaned. I came first and then his cum filled my pussy so much I wasn't sure I could take any more. He left his cock inside me for a couple of minuets before he collapsed onto the bed. He lay there for a minute before getting up and untying my feet. 'You dirty little slut' he said with a grin, as he slid underneath me. He removed the nipple clamps and as he did so told me, 'I'm going to suck your tits'. He untied my hands and started to suck my tits with great passion, biting and nibbling, teasing and tweaking them with his teeth. I don't know how long I slept for, but when I woke up, he was sucking my tits again. This was going to be a long slutty weekend. The Collar Jeanie and I were lying like spoons on top of her king sized bed in the cool Georgia evening. Garth Brook's 'The Dance' was playing on country radio and we were enjoying the delicious caress of our bodies against each other. She wore a loose caftan and I had on a long tee shirt and nothing else. My face was nestled in the back of her neck and my hand was idly roving over her ass. She smelled of peaches and strawberries. Jeanie is mid 30's and has a wonderful curvy body with great 38DD tits, strawberry blond hair, twinkly eyes, a beautiful face and the greatest mouth on earth. I'm ten years older; fit and muscular, and I like to think I'm a lot of fun to be with. It may just be the company I keep. I live in Australia and we don't get together in person as often as we'd like, but we've been the center of each others' lives for a number of years and have done or talked about just about everything two people can do. When apart we have an open relationship of which we share the details. It's a big kick for us both. We'd been back in each others' arms for only a few days after being apart for months and had just spent the day walking through a Farmer's Market, sampling fruits and kissing, totally relaxed with each other. We hadn't talked much, though I sensed she had things she wanted to share with me in her own good time. On the bed she stirred a little and made the little Jeanie trademark "mmmmmmmffh" sigh I love so much. I pressed my face deeper into the back of her neck and breathed her in. Life was great. She said "Ben? Honey? I've an ummmmmmmm proposition for you ok?" Since 'ummm' was always about sex in any conversation between us, my ears got pointy real quick and I felt that familiar stirring down you know where. "Ok," I said. "Shoot." She giggled and said "Oh you may well do that!" I chuckled into the back of her neck, leaned up over her and took a sip of ice cold Chenin Blanc. I'd brought the bottle with me from Melbourne; Aussie wines are fabulous. I offered it to her lips for a sip too and then lay back down. I knew this was going to be interesting. After a pause she said "You know I've been fucking this guy right?" "Yeah Peter. It's cool. I spoke to him online one night when he was here. Seemed like a smart kid and you've mentioned a couple of times he's great no-strings fuck." "Welllllll.... he and you have some of the same interests..." "Oh? Fast cars, good wine, sexy women and he's a Falcons fan too?" "No silly!" she said and spanked my butt behind her back. "One out of four. Oh he does drive a Porsche 911 Carrera so maybe two." After another short hesitation she said "Ummmmm... me talking dirty and ummmm three-ways." My libido leapt into overdrive. "Well go on, spit it out!" She giggled sexily. "Nope, I never do that." I put enough gentle pressure on her to make her face me, and she snuggled in to my broad chest. I could see she was sucking on her lower lip as she does when she's feeling uncertain. I leaned down, kissed her, lifted my face away and waited. "Ok," she said. "Here it is. I'd like to fuck both of you at once. And I mean fuck! I mean do everything. Give myself completely to you both of you to use like a whore. To make me do whatever you want as your little slutty fuck toy. Nothing off limits except real pain or bodily harm. Would you do that for me if I arranged it?" I got my breath back and said "Sure" as nonchalantly as I could muster. "When?" "Tonight!" "Wow" I said, "How you gonna arrange that so quick?" "I already have, but I could cancel if you want." I smiled down at her as my answer. She grinned back and said "Enjoy your wine, lover. I'll be back" and whirled away. "Everything?" I asked, but the door to the dressing room closed with no answer. I glanced at my watch. It was 6.30 and I was bright and bouncy, still on Melbourne time which was 8 hours behind. I listened to her moving around and in a few minutes the door opened and she walked out and stood for inspection. She wore a wraparound skirt over black stockings and heels, and a button up see through blouse over a black bra. She turned around slowly and parted the skirt. Underneath she had on a garter belt and crotch-less black panties through which I caught a glimpse of her blond bush. She'd put on particularly bright red lipstick with matching nails. The contrast of colors was delightfully trashy. She stepped close to the bed and held something out to me. It was a black fabric collar with a set of tiny jewels in the pattern of a heart in the front. I reached for it and she pulled it back playfully. "No wait" she said, "Let me tell you the rules first ok?" "I'm listening." "When you put this on me I'm your cock sucking fuck toy, ok?" "Ok." "And when Peter arrives, I'll be his too. If you can't deal with that, don't put it on me." "Oh I will." "It has Velcro at the back, see? If I rip if off it means stop, ok? Stop! I trust you to protect me from harm if I'm restrained but other than that anything goes while the collar is on." "Deal" I said eagerly. I reached out and she pulled the collar back again. "Let me say this first" she said, "Because after it's on I'll have no control and I need to say something between us." "Ok." "You're the love of my life Ben. No matter what happens tonight don't forget that. I'll do whatever you want and make every dirty dream you have come true if I can. I'll let you fuck me six ways to Sunday; I'll suck your cock anywhere any time; I'll even beg you to tit fuck me and come on my fucking face. I'll walk naked into a room in this collar and take a cock up my fucking ass for you if you order me to. I'll beg you to slap my tits while I have my hands tied behind my back. I'll tongue fuck your ass if you point at it. I'll beg you to piss on me if you want." She giggled. "Peter has!" "Oh?" "Oh yeah! He loves that. He also loves to fuck me rough. And he loves to make me talk dirty to him. I love it too. But he's not you, and after this I'll still be yours and he'll still just be someone I see when I can't have you, ok?" "Ok." "Now collar me you bastard. I'm your bitch!" I stood up and walked to her. She was trembling. I gently leaned forward and kissed her deeply. She shuddered and said "Just do it you bastard, I need it!" I took the collar and joined it together behind her neck. For a moment she just stared at me. I knew at that moment she was at her most vulnerable just as she wanted to be. I took a bunch of her blouse in each hand and simply tore it apart at the front. Buttons flew everywhere. "Ohhhhhhhhhh" she groaned, eyes wide as saucers. "What are you going to do to me?" I pulled her right bra strap down off her shoulder and popped out her right tit. She sighed and leaned back. I grabbed it in my hand and squeezed. She arched her back and groaned louder. I pulled it up to my mouth and sucked on her fat nipple for a few seconds. "Bitch?" "Yes my love?" "Kneel facing away from me and put your hands behind your back." She hurried into position and I pulled the torn blouse off her and tied her hands together with it. Then I pulled her up on the bed and made her sit in front of me. "Now tell me when you last fucked Peter." "The night before you arrived, ummm Tuesday. No wait, if you count me sucking him off the night you arrived. I sucked his hard cock in his car outside here when he dropped me home to get my car to go to the airport. I bobbed up and down in his lap and played with his balls until he came down my throat. I'm such a slut for him!" "Not what I meant! Tell me about the last fuck! I will slap your tit very hard it you miss out anything." "Nooooo I promise I will give you every tiny thing. Tuesday night he came here about nine..." I reached out and firmly slapped the palm of my hand across her exposed tit. Her eyes went open wide. "No please. He made me strip and sit in his lap and suck my own tits, then hold each one up for him to suck. Made me tell him a story about a guy I fucked on a pool table in L.A. and then sucked off the guy's friend. While I talked I was fingering my pussy and letting him lick my fingertips. Then he made me bounce up and down on his hard cock while kissing him until he came deep in my cunt. Then I had to lick him clean. Ok? Don't hit me again ok? Peter will be rough enough when he gets here... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." I heard a door close behind me and turned to see a tall clean cut guy, late 20's, in jeans, boots and a western shirt saunter across the room. Cocky. Confident. He nodded at me, walked up to Jeanie, reached behind and simply tore the back of her bra apart so her terrific tits burst out, ripe for sucking and fucking. She moaned and said "Hi Peter" in a wee small voice. He leaned down and cupped both tits in his hands and twisted them so that she arched her back and whimpered. He looked at me and said "Nice to see you for real man. Want to help me fuck this bitch?" He kneeled and took her left tit in his mouth, sucking and licking. I heard Jeanie start to pant and followed his cue. I lifted up her other tit, leaned in and sucked on it hard getting as much of it into my mouth as I could. I could feel Jeanie's body writhing. Peter hadn't said a word to her. He was treating her as if she were a piece of meat, just as she craved. "Ohhhhhhhhhh I want to suck you guys off" Jeanie moaned out." You know you want me to. You both want to see this cock sucking whore with a cock in her mouth. Pleeeease." "No, bitch" said Peter. "Fucking ask nicely or I will rip your nipples off." "Ohhhhh please please please?" He unzipped his pants and pulled out a thick cock that was already half hard. He stood in front of Jeanie and wiped it across her face. She tried to reach it with her tongue but he pulled back. "What?" he said "You want to suck me off?" "Yessssss." "Well tell Ben here. I know he's your man and I'm just your good fuck when he is not around. Tell him. Ask him. He wants to hear it. Ask him you cock hungry slut!" Jeanie turned to me. "Darling? I soooooo want to suck his cock and make him come in my mouth. Can I? Please?" Peter interrupted. "No tell him more. Tell him how you ask to suck or fuck me every time we see each other. Tell him all the things we've done. Go on!" She was talking fast and her eyes were fixed on the hard piece of man meat bobbing a few inches in front of her face. "Ummm Darling it's true. I do everything he tells me. I ask to suck him or have him fuck me. I'm a slut. Can I? And will you untie me so I can play with his balls and ass at the same time?" "No Bitch" I said, really getting into this. "Not yet. Get on your back. Now!" "Ohhhhhhhhhh." I thought she'd cry. Peter pushed her back so she was lying with her legs over the front of the bed and half on her side so her bound wrists didn't look too uncomfortable. He began kissing her and playing with her tits and she was helpless to do a thing except squirm and kiss him back. I pulled her legs very wide apart so her cunt was exposed through her crotch-less panties and began stroking up and down her very wet slit with one finger. She was murmuring into Peter's mouth. I kneeled, enjoying the tableau, and blew air on her pussy lips. I heard her trying to make noises but her lips and Peter's were too intertwined for anything to come out. I slapped her lightly on her ass and said gruffly "Talk bitch. We both want to hear how much you like this." Peter let her catch her breath, still playing with her tits to her obvious enjoyment. Sucking one then the other, harder than me. "Yessssssssssss I love it. Fuck your bitch. Fuck me. Anyway you want to. Use me like your little whore!" I leaned my face in closer and ran the tip of my tongue up between the folds of her cunt, then started to nibble at her clit. Her ass went wild; I slapped it again and she squealed. "Stay still bitch. I want to tongue-fuck you!" She groaned and tried to stay still, then began to pant hard. "I can't, I'm going to come.... oh lick me please... please." Peter slapped her lightly on the face to get her attention at his end and said "No bitch do it our way." He reached out took her left nipple between his finger and thumb and lifted her tit right up to her face. She wailed. "Nooooo that hurts!" Letting go the nipples he lifted the entire breast up with his hand under it and she sucked her own nipple hard. "Now the other one" he said lifting it. "I know you can make it squirt if you suck it hard! Do it bitch!" I saw her cheeks hollow as she took a big mouthful and sucked frantically. After a minute of that Peter leaned in and said "Kiss me and let me taste!" Jeanie eagerly put her mouth to his and I could see they were frantically tongue kissing. Peter said "Now I think I'll have you sit on Ben's cock and have him put it in your ass!" "Nooooooooooooooooo" she shrieked, "Nooooooooo. Please. I'm not ready!" Peter grabbed both nipples again and tugged on them very hard. "Don't dare say no!" "Please Peter" she pleaded. "Alright then," he said. You're going to sit on Ben's face! He obviously likes his tongue in your little fuck-hole." Jeanie smiled brightly. "Oh yes please! Let meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Peter pulled off the wraparound skirt and I lay back on the bed. With his help she straddled my face with her thighs apart and settled down over my mouth. As soon as she felt my tongue slip between her pussy lips she tried to hump it. I felt smothered and wriggled out. She moaned petulantly. Peter pulled her toward him by the nipples until her face was in her lap and her helpless ass was in the air. I followed her and only just got my face into her ass before she shuddered and groaned in ecstasy. I licked and slurped around in her pussy, getting every drop and enjoying the wonderful taste and scent. Jeanie slumped into Peter's arms murmuring and I could see his hands caressing her back and shoulders as she came down. He was stroking her body gently, reassuringly. The guy had hidden depths. In a little while he eased her sideways, still restrained, on to the bed and I saw the broad smile of pleasure spread across her gorgeous but very flushed and sweat streaked face. I leaned over and kissed her on the lips, and murmured "I love you". I felt the vibration of her lips on mine rather than heard her response. Peter walked across the room, sat on the couch, and slowly began stroked his hard and very large cock while I untied her hands. She looked at me and I nodded. She rose and crossed the room and knelt in front of him. One hand went under his ass and the other round his cock, and then her head slowly lowered towards his groin; helped along by one of Peter's strong hands in her hair. I saw her tongue extend and circle the head of his cock a couple of times and then her lips opened and she sucked him in. Peter arched his back with the pleasure and I heard him murmuring as his cock began to slide rhythmically in and out of her wet cock sucking mouth. He was as horny as I and I knew he wouldn't last a minute. Suddenly he gripped her hair very hard and lifted her mouth up and away. "Not yet you bitch! I don't want to come yet. Suck my balls!" Eagerly Jeanie complied "And finger fuck yourself too. Ben loves that! You told me!" She looked over at me. Her lips were red and swollen and she looked absolutely fucking beautiful. "What do you want me to do Darling?" she asked. "Want me to suck him off? Do you? Want to fuck my hot, wet, cunt while I do? Or do you want to see my finger slide in and out of my fuck hole while I suck his ass? Huh? Tell me, no order me." "Suck him again and play with yourself AND me," I said. "Come here sweetheart." I took a moment to enjoy the sight. The love of my life on her knees in collar, belt, stockings and black panties, worshiping a big hard cock for my pleasure. I quickly went to my knees beside her. Her left hand grasped my throbbing cock and started to stroke. I also saw her right hand slip down between her parted legs and begin to play. In moments we were both squirming. My right hand went under her ass from behind and mingled with her finger at the mouth of her pussy, circling and probing. Peter had lifted himself up so his ass was off the couch and I saw him roughly pull her head down. She moaned as her mouth and tongue went down to his ass and began to lick him. Aughhhhhhhhhhhhh I loved it. Peter got urgent first, settling down and forcing his hard cock into her mouth with his hand in her hair. She formed an 'O' with her lips and let him fuck her face for a few seconds, then began to suck frantically, grunting as hard as he groaned. Her fingers were flying back and forth over her clit. Her cheeks hollowed and suddenly Peter roared and exploded into her mouth. She greedily milked him of every drop of cum. All this time her hand was around my cock and she was squeezing it gently. In a while his hold on her hair relaxed. She stood up and took my hand and led me to the bed where we lay down with a sigh. Immediately her lips came to mine and her tongue slipped into my mouth. The fullness of the taste and the sheer eroticism was indescribable. We kissed, oblivious, for a while, enjoying the sensations of smell, taste and feel. We had no idea where Peter was. Then I felt her body being moved gently down the bed, as if she was being pulled, then felt her breathing increase and her begin to murmur under her breath. Looking down I saw her stocking clad thighs were apart. Peter was kneeling between them and slowly licking up and down her wet slit. Her murmurs turned to groans, got steadily louder and turned into words. "Aughh Peter you wonderful cunt licker. Suck my wet cunt. Lick my juicy ass too. Do you want to fuck me there too? I'm your slut. Do what you want to me you bastard." She began babbling faster. "Want to tie me down and gang fuck me? Do you? Want to make me to suck both of you at the same time? Huh? Aughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck that is wonderful..... Yesss tongue fuck my cunt. Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk." I felt him get up and looked and saw he was kneeling at the foot of the bed and was sliding his cock up and down her slit. She started to move and suddenly grunted as if her breath had been taken away. I saw he'd plunged into her to the hilt. She started to fuck back against him, moaning unintelligibly in ecstasy with every thrust he made. I joined in and began to play with her tits, sucking on one and then the other, then kissing her in-between hard sucks. Peter then lifted her legs over his shoulders and began to really slam her hard. She was cumming continuously; moaning and squirming; mumbling half words. Then he groaned and she cried out. "Don't stop aughhhhh oh please don't..." Peter roared and arched his back and I knew he had filled my darling Jeanie's cunt with cum for the first time tonight. After a minute he slipped to his knees and just settled slowly on the carpet and lay still. I gently slid Jeanie up the bed into my arms and held her as her ragged breathing steadied. The smell of sex was thick in the air like honey. I drifted off languorously for what I thought was just a few moments. When I woke I found Jeanie had snuggled close to me, and when I looked over her Peter was lying on the other side. His arm was over her ass as mine was over her shoulders. The digital numbers on the bedside clock read 1.45am. We'd slept for over 4 hours. It seems we had similar body clocks for they both started to stir. I leaned in and kissed Jeanie's musky lips and saw out of the corner of my eye Peter's hand gently rubbing her thigh. The hand dipped around into her lower front and began to move rhythmically. Her eyes opened lazily and I saw her lips form an 'Ooo' before I leaned in again and kissed her harder, more urgently. The Collar Then I heard Peter's hand smack against her bare ass. Her eyes went wide; startled, and a slow smile began to spread over her face. Peter's said harshly "Wake up slut I want to play," and got off the bed. Her smile widened and she whispered "Please let me." I nodded and let her up. She moved to the middle of the room and stood in front of his naked form. One stocking was in ribbons. She looked totally slutty and completely beautiful. He ran his hands over her shoulders and she visibly shivered. They kissed deeply, longingly, like I was invisible. Peter turned to me and said "Want to watch your woman be my bitch?" I nodded, speechless and followed them as they walked arm in arm to the bathroom. There he immediately pulled off all her remaining garments. No finesse, just sheer power and domination. Undoing the snaps and wrenching them away as she stood head bowed. He pushed her into the shower on her knees; totally dominant, and made her worship him. She was fondling his hanging cock and balls, He'd lean in and whisper and her hands would rove over him. When she tried to suck his soft cock to make it hard he pushed her away. He said something. She nodded. Suddenly he was pissing on her tits. The stream playing over her as she looked up at him. I swear she was shuddering from the sheer carnal submissiveness of it. When she arose they beckoned me in and turned on the shower. The warm water washed over us, and though he and I were careful not to brush against each other, we lovingly washed and rubbed Jeanie dry and she dreamily enjoyed every moment. Back in the bedroom the clock said 2.13am and there was an odd moment of awkwardness broken by Jeanie sinuously and nakedly coming up to me, hands on my chest and kissing me deeply. In the corner of my eye I saw Peter make body movements towards his clothing scattered on the floor. "No wait," she said. "Wait a moment please. I'm not ready to let this go yet." Peter came up behind her and with his hands on her ass, kissed the back of her neck. She giggled and moved as if she were dancing between us. Then she went "Ooooo" and I knew his fingers had found her clit. She leaned in and kissed me hard, beginning to wriggle faster. Then she said, almost coyly to both of us "Did your little fuck toy please you so far?" I smiled down my answer and saw Peter press in and kiss his answer into the back of her neck. She wriggled away and sat on the edge of the bed and waved us still. "Peter" she said carefully "I'm glad you've met my Ben." He smiled. "Truly, I'm glad. I know how much he's enjoyed watching us fuck on webcam, particularly when I was bouncing up and down on your prick and you were sucking my big tits. I only wish I could have taped the conversation we had. When I was begging to be fucked? Mmmmmm. I would die for him, but we can't always be together for now and it's been wonderful to be with you too. You've made me very happy and I cherish you." Peter nodded graciously. Impressive I thought. She turned to me. "My love? When you're not with me, though I will long for you, I will also be on my knees a lot sucking him off, or being fucked in my pussy or my ass. Maybe even pleasing his roommate so he can watch." My ears pricked up again. Little vixen. "He's no threat to us and we all know it. I'm just a person in love with someone far away who also needs touch, and I adore you for giving me the gift of a jealously free, guilt free life. I love you." I walked forward and kissed her deeply, speechless but very happy, then sat back down. Jeanie grinned widely. "Now I want to be fucked by you both one more time. I'll do anything you want, anything at all, you choose. In my ass, between my tits, in my cunt, tied up, whatever I can do to please my men. But you have to let me suck your hard cocks for a moment at least beforehand. Ok?" Peter and I looked at each other and I spoke first. "I want you to ride me like a cowgirl and have you talk to me." "I want to come on your tits" said Peter. Jeanie grinned coquettishly, lifted her tits and squeezed them together towards him. "What these? You want your cock in between them and in my mouth as you fuck them?" "You teasing bitch. Yes. Me first," said Peter. Pushing her back on the bed he straddled her. "Tittie fuck your slut babe. Drown me in your cum," she purred. Soon he was sliding his hard cock between her tits and she was licking the head of it every time she could reach. In a short time he was cumming on her face and around her mouth and she was licking it off herself. When they lay back exhausted I lay beside them and I kissed her deeply. I drifted off again was only vaguely aware of Peter fully dressed, leaning in and kissing her before he left. The amber light of dawn had softly flooded the room when we awoke. The room still smelled of sex leaving no room for doubt about last night. We were spooning again and my face was against the back of her collar. We stirred almost at the same time and I absently stroked her tits as she came to life. When I was sure she was aware, I spoke firmly to her. "Slut are you awake?" "Yes and I am." "Am?" "I'm awake and I'm yours." "Oh?" "Yes my love. What can your cock sucking little bitch do to please you this morning?" "First of all how is your sticky cunt today?" "Probably still full of Peter's cum. Shall I put a finger in and taste?" "Yes, please do". After a little wriggling around and some smacking of lips she said "Definitely. Now what can I do?" I was rock hard again. "Straddle me and talk to me ok?" "Yes my love." She lifted up and settled down on my hard cock. Her cunt felt like a warm wet glove. Heavenly. "What do you want to know? How about what a little slut I've been since you were here in March?" "Define slut." "Hmmmm. Someone who just wants a cock or cocks to suck or fuck sometimes, without a relationship". "Tell me about the last one before Peter?" After a moment she said "Greg and his friend what's his face in May." She leaned down and kissed me. "He was a friend of a friend from work. Offered me a lift home one night. His home. He was very dominant and brought out my submissive side. Half way there he told me to take my panties off and hand them to him. I did. We went upstairs. His roommate was there. They took turns doggie fucking me for hours. I loved every second of it." "Darling? Sit up straight?" I slapped her across the left tit very hard, causing her to jiggle up and down deliciously on me. "Fucking tell me everything!" "Yes darling. Umm after we got to his place, we were half way up the stairs and he pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard. Had my tits half out. I was dripping. Inside he got my tits all the way out and then his roomy appeared. Tall good looking guy. If I thought I'd had a choice, I'd have fucked him anyway. To see how far he could push me Greg ordered me to go down on the roomie. It went from there. Suck after fuck after suck." For good measure I gave her left nipple a little flick. "Oww. Alright alright. They had nice cocks and I licked them and played with their balls and talked dirty as they pulled on my nipples and called me a little cunt. I went back a week later and it happened again. Then I met Peter." I could feel the orgasm rising in me and I slammed her up and down. When I burst inside her she groaned into my chest and came too. We slumped against each other for a while until she could roll off me on to her side. Then I lovingly reached over and took off her collar. She purred and turned her back to me. Then Jeanie and I lay like spoons on her king size bed in the warm Georgia morning, enjoying the delicious caress of our bodies against each other, sated. The Collar Curled up in a tight ball against the headboard of her bed, she rocks back and forth, her knees drawn up towards her chest, arms tightly holding herself together as if she will fall apart any minute. Trying desperately not to feel. To become numb to the pain. But it hurts, a gut-wrenching ache deep down in the pit of her stomach. If she could only stop feeling it would not hurt so much, she wants Him so bad, with a fire that grows inside her and cannot be put out. Only He can save her from the flames that consume her. He is her heart, her soul and her only reason for being, without Him; she has no purpose, no direction in life. she cannot think straight, the burning will not go away and she needs Him, needs to be used and played with, to know she is useful and He is pleased. she feels as though she will shatter into a thousand pieces if she cannot get to Him. To be near Him, breathing in His scent. Just to kneel at His feet would calm the burning inside her. To feel His hand on her hair, gently stroking it, playing with the collar He gifted her, telling her she is a good girl and that she pleases Him. she sits, sits, and waits for the day when He will come, to come and take this unbearable pain away from her and replace it with the pain that she craves. The kiss of leather against her unmarked skin as she is bound helpless for Him to use as He wishes, the sound and feel of His hand as He reddens her ass, presented to Him with unwavering submission. she is His, will always be His. her pleasure is to please Him, to give her all, her soul, for Him to break and remold. But for now, all she knows is pain, inconsolable, unbearable pain. It grows like a virus every day, every minute she is away from Him. Can she be strong, can she endure the absence of His touch? she has no choice, no will of her own, she belongs to her Master in mind, body, and soul and therefore she must endure, she has to for her own survival. Because if she cannot then He will find her lacking and without control enough to believe that He will come to her when He can. she must believe in His love and trust and in knowing that He does everything for a reason and He believes she can handle what He does for her. she has trusted him in everything and knows deep down in her soul that He will never hurt her, never leave her too long, drowning in her fears and doubts. In silent pain she waits for Him, trying to convince herself over and over again that the pain she endures is just another form of pain her Master wishes her to endure for Him. Just because He is not here with her does not mean this is not another test of her trust in Him of her will to overcome her fears. Realization dawns in her mind, like a light through the dark, and she can see her Master's beautiful face smiling, telling her to endure, to convert the pain of longing into love, the love she has for Him and He for her. He will come, he always does. she repeats this over and over again in her head like a mantra, slowly willing herself to calm the pain and believe in her Master. Calmly she retrieves her collar, the only sign of her total submission to Him and buckles it lovingly around her neck. Her heart sighs with peace when she feels the leather wrap around her neck, reminding her she is owned, His pet, His to command and lead, wherever, and whenever He deems. It is a constant and emotional reminder to her whenever she wears it that she is loved and cherished. And so when the pain hurts too much, the collar reassures and comforts, like a warm blanket on a cold wintry night. She knows He is with her, in mind if not in body. Its restrictive feel around her neck consoles the fires in her stomach and brings about a sense of warmth, of anticipation, of trust, that when He does come, He will use her, as she needs to be used. To show her that she is His pet, His slut, His whore. So she wears her collar proudly, as a sign of her submission to Him, her gift of everything she is. And it calms the fire and binds her to Him always. The Collar He was entering her unprotected for the very first time. She'd felt his hardness moving within her before, wrapped in the damnable latex sheath that strained against every contour of his beautiful cock. Taunting her, letting her feel exactly what she was missing. She'd also felt him in her mouth, stretching her lips to encompass the wide mushroom head and an inch or so of shaft. He was too thick to take much more than that. But how she loved that single inch she could take. The soft skin wrapped around a hard muscle, throbbing in her sweet little mouth; and it was little. So little that her teeth always scraped the sides of his member, making him gasp with pleasure and pain. Her mouth always ached after she fellated him, but it was SO worth it. Watching his body react to what she did turned her on so much. The way his thighs clenched when she pressed the tip of her tongue into the spot just below his glans on the underside of his shaft. The way he caressed her hair. The way his face looked pleased when she obeyed his command to suck him off. She had felt so timid the first time she tried to give him a blowjob. Her previous boyfriend had been much smaller. She'd been able to take most of him into her throat with ease. When Sir asked her if his larger member was more pleasing to her she had whispered, "Yes, it is most pleasing to me," and thought, more than you know. In the moment she felt surprised that he would enter her without protection. She gasped at the unfamiliar warmth of his skin touching her most sensitive of places. He sunk the familiar inch into her quickly and stopped. Her hips tried to rock more of him inside her, but he held her down with both hands to keep her still. "You want me," he whispered in her ear, sliding his lips down to her neck and biting it before she could reply. "Please, yes!" she gasped. "Aren't you afraid I might cum in you without pulling out first?" He seemed amused for a moment beacause she had to take a few deep breaths before replying. "I-I trust you. This feels so good, I trust you. I'm your woman. Now, please." "Please what?" Please what indeed. He felt so big. Too big. Like he'd been hiding half his girth in the condom the whole time, or he'd exchanged his old dick for a newer one a half size bigger. The bastard. She remembered the first few weeks of their courtship, the romantic dates that had melted into seductions that put her in touch with her submissive side. He'd broken her in each night, just like a new pair of shoes. Broken her stubbornness and stretched her pussy to accommodate his mass. Now when the doors were locked and the windows shut, she was lovingly obedient, attentive, and wet. She'd surprised him one evening by wishing she had a collar to wear around her neck when they were alone. The next day he'd bought one for her and she wore it the same night. That night she had begged him to cut himself loose and stop being so gentle with her tiny pussy. "I want Sir to pound me like I know he wants to," were her exact words He'd instructed her to suck him off instead. His exact words: "Suck me off". She'd been obedient and gone straight to work. Twenty jaw-aching minutes later her mouth was exhausted. "I thought I told you to suck me off, Slave" "I'm sorry Sir, I-" She should have guessed the game he was playing, but she hadn't, and that had made it all the more fun. He'd turned her over his knee and spanked her curvy ass until it was red, and then taken her from behind. Just the way they both wanted. It was glorious. The day after she had bought a small necklace with a charm in the shape of a lock to wear around her neck. Holding hands in public is an incredibly intimate act, it tells everyone whom you're going to bed with at the end of the night. The necklace sent a subtler message: that she was completely his. The subtle message of her love was now replaced with the overt message of the collar, and the wetness of her thighs. "This is the collar I'll wear in public, just for you," she'd said, and- The memories were pushed from her mind by a scream, hers. "Oooohhh GOD!" He was worming his cock inside her, just another inch, but it felt like a mile. "I know what you want, Slave," he growled, and covered her mouth with his. She knew he loved her mouth. It was tiny, pink, and so damned cute. He'd taken pictures of his cock in it to prove it to her. His tongue touched hers and she tasted coffee and wine. She wrapped her legs around him and pressed her hands against his chest lightly, clenching them slightly so her nails dug into his pecs. He growled as he pulled out only to plunge back in harder. This was his payment for her submission. His undying need with every heartbeat to give her everything she ever wanted, and then to surpass even that. And when what she wants most is the pleasure of his body in hers, he is more than happy to oblige by fucking her until she passes out. "I want all of it, all of Sir's cock, of Master's cock. You're my Master, my stud, my lover, my everything!" He bellowed and pulled out, his cock spewing gobs of cum onto her bush, then her tits, and finally a few spurts found her open mouth. She swallowed obediently as she had been taught. Once he was finished cumming he stood still for a moment, breathing heavy, before lowering his member back down towards her cunt. "Master's still hard," she whispered. He stared into her eyes and pushed himself into her. He didn't stop at one inch, or at two, or three. He just slid into her steadily. Her mouth couldn't form words, or her mind concepts; she just felt the pleasure of being filled. She began screaming after he passed the halfway mark. "Oh my god, I don't know if I can- AH! You're so big honey, please don't- don't'- DON'T STOP!" She threw her body towards his, wanting to get all of it inside with one movement and screamed some more. It hurt to take him like this, all at once, but it felt amazing too. He bit her neck again and screamed into the bruised flesh, shaking so hard she was afraid he might be coming. She felt his cock swell as if it might, but then the shaking stopped, and so did they. He was so in control, so hard, his body relaxed as he fought off the sensations. "Will you ever stop?" she whispered. "Stop doing what?" "Loving me like you do." "Never." "Say it for me, please?" "I will never stop loving you like I do, like you like me to." Their mouths found each other and the only sound in the room besides their muffled moans was the SLAP, SLAP, SLAP of skin on skin. He tastes the saltiness of his cum in her mouth and they both feel the slick sensations of it mixing with the sweat on their chests. When they pause the kiss and come up for air she asks: "Do you promise? Promise me again. Promise three times, three times to make it true." He slams his cock extra hard into her pussy on his next thrust and grinds it into her cunt to make her scream extra loud. Her nails dig into the skin of his back and leave bloody trails that he'll make her tend later. Through the haze of pain and pleasure she hears him growl an answer: "I promise". He pulls his cock out and slams in again, still harder. Again she hears him whisper his promise. His body shudders in a way that's unmistakable, and she knows that he's close. Her legs grip him harder to prevent him from even thinking of grabbing a condom. He tries to rise but he barely makes it halfway up and out before she insistently pulls him down again. "Promise me with your cum," she whispers. He breaks her grips on him easily, and pulls out until only the head remains in her. He grabs her wrists and pins them to the bed before slamming himself inside her one last time. He slams himself in so hard her tits slap against her chin, the bed moves an inch, and she screams so loudly that her voice might be hoarse come morning. Then she feels it. She feels her body being filled by warmth she's only felt through the barrier of a condom until now. The slick wetness of a man's emission being forced into her pussy, her cunt, her womb. She feels something snap inside her as she cums and loses sense of all reality. Her thighs quiver, her cunt contracts, and she feels him more intimately than she's ever felt anything before. They collapse into a sweaty, tangled heap on the bed. After a few minutes his cock softens and slips out of her. They huddle together, exhausted and happy. His arms wrap around her and hold her to his chest. She listens to his heartbeat for a few minutes before she falls asleep, sated, and full of Master's cum. The Collar Ch. 01 It is a gorgeous Sunday morning for a drive and you have enjoyed some good music and no traffic. When you finally exit the highway and are just a few minutes from me your pussy begins to tingle in anticipation. You are always excited to spend time with me but before you left this morning I mentioned to you that I had a very special surprise for you when you get here. You tried to get me to give you a hint but I refused to say a word and your imagination has been running wild the entire drive. Finally you turn up my drive way and see me waiting outside the front door and you know I'm just as excited about you being here as you are. I walk out to your car to greet you and as soon as you get out I sweep you up in my arms, kick the car door closed, and carry you into the house while kissing your sweet, seductive lips. I set you down once inside and you spy a shiny gift bag sitting on my table. I take your hand and lead you toward the back door and I snag the gift bag off the table as we walk past. Once on the back porch we sit and relax, just chilling as you recover from your drive. Soon we are good and I hand you the bag. Your fingers are trembling slightly as you open the bag. You reach in and before seeing it your fingers tell you what it must be. A shiver runs down your back and through your pussy hard as you realize it is a collar! Removing it from the bag you see it is black and purple and you wonder what it will feel like on your neck. Taped to it is a note which you unfold and read... Thank you Kelsey. I know it may seem odd for me to give you a gift and then thank you for it. But I am thanking you for being so amazing and for having the desire to submit yourself to me fully. To hold nothing back from me. It is a true treasure and I cannot thank you enough. Now, I need to make sure you understand a few things before this collar ever goes around your neck. Whether that happens today, next week or next year it will only happen when one very specific thing takes place. This collar will only ever be put on by ME and it will only happen when you look me in the eye and say to me "Please may I wear the collar?" When you ask me that simple question I will place the collar on your neck. But before you do so there are a few things you must understand. When this collar is around your neck you will exist for one simple purpose, to please me. To do so you must immediately and with enthusiasm do anything and everything that I ask of you. To hesitate or to not show enthusiasm will be met with immediate punishment so that the honor of the collar and what it represents will never be tarnished. I have no desire to ever punish you Kelsey but when you submit to me it must be fully and if I punish you it will be only because you have done something that did not please me. Since you may not ask me to wear the collar until you are truly ready to submit to me completely then I know that is what you desire and if you do something that displeases me I expect you would want to know so that you would never make the same mistake again. Punishment will be in the form of spankings. My discretion will determine how many licks a transgression deserves. Each lick in a spanking will be slightly harder than the previous so the more egregious the act the more licks you shall receive and the harder they will grow. So my Lovely, make sure you are ready completely before you ever ask me if you may wear the collar. Once the collar is on there are only 2 rules. The first rule is you will always address me as "Sir" and yourself as my "baby girl". Failure to do so.... Well, you know. Rule number 2 has already been explained. You will immediately and with enthusiasm do anything I ask of you. Other rules may be put in place later as we grow and experience together but for now these are the only rules. You look up at me and with a huge smile lean forward so I can take you in my arms and kiss you deeply. It is the most passionate kiss I have ever given and you kiss me back just as passionately until you pull away, stare straight into my eyes and say "May I please wear the collar?" "Of course you may, Lovely" I tell you and taking the collar from you I fit it around your neck. "How does that feel? Not too tight?" I ask you. "No, it fits fine." You say. "Baby Girl, I'm glad the collar fits fine but do you realize you have already broken rule 1?" Your face falls, how could you be so forgetful so quickly? "Sir! I'm so, so sorry Sir, I have no excuse. Please forgive me." You say. "Of course I will forgive you Baby Girl but as I promised, each failure will be immediately punished. Now stand up and follow me into the house." You do so and I lead you to the bedroom. I sit on the edge of the bed and tell you, "Remove your skirt and your panties and come bend yourself over my knees." Without a word you do as you are told. You turn facing away from me and slowly bend over, pushing your ass towards me as you peel off first your skirt and then your panties. My mouth waters at the sight of your gorgeous ass and my dick twitches thinking about how nice it will look in a moment with a pinkish hand print on each cheek. You stand back up and moving to my right side you lean across my lap with your ass high in the air. "Because you forgot so quickly this punishment shall be 4 licks. You will count out loud with each one. Do you understand Baby Girl?" I ask. "Yes, Sir, I understand. I will receive 4 licks and I will count out loud after each one!" you eagerly reply. SMACK! My hand slaps against your right ass check unexpectedly. It surprises you and stings a little but you just in time you remember to yelp "One" weakly. "Good girl" I tell you and my hand slaps your left ass cheek slightly harder. "Two" you say with a little more authority in your voice. The third lick hits your right ass check again and it is starting to really sting you think as you say "Three". The fourth and last slap hits your left ass cheek again and it is hard enough to make you wince but you still manage to say "Four" enthusiastically. "Very good Baby Girl, you took your punishment almost perfectly. The first count when you said one was a little weak but without me even having to say anything you did much better on the rest. I'm proud of you my sweet Baby Girl." "Thank you Sir, I only wish to make you happy and proud of me!" you beam and your eyes sparkle as you stare into mine the whole time. "Now take your top and bra off but leave those heels on and bend over the side of the bed" I tell you. "Yes, Sir!" you almost shout and with a huge grin on your face you quickly comply. I kneel behind you and say "You have 2 nice red hand prints on your gorgeous ass Baby Girl. Do they burn?" "Just a little, Sir." You reply. I lean forward and place a firm kiss in the middle of each of the hand prints and the take your ass in my strong hands and begin kneading it in them. As I do so I kiss and bite and lick each cheek. "Does that feel better Baby Girl?" "Yes Sir, it feels very good!" you tell me. "I will always kiss it and make it better after I punish it darling" I tell you. "Now it is time for you to please me darling" I say and with that I stand up. "Remove my clothes Baby Girl" I tell you and you move to comply. First you pull my shirt over my head and off of my arms. "May I touch your chest Sir?" you ask and I nod my approval. Your fingers run through my chest hair up and down and I love your touch. "Good Baby Girl, you knew to ask me before doing anything you have not been told. I'm so very proud of you!" I say as I smile at you. Your heart skips a beat from knowing you made me very happy "Thank you Sir, I only want to please you!" You run your hands down my torso as you move to your knees and begin undoing my belt and then unbuttoning my jeans. I'm not wearing shoes so you easily slide first one leg and then the other off of me and remove them. Next you slip your fingers under the waistband of my underwear. Your face is just inches away from my bulging cock and as you remove my underwear it springs free and the only thing in the world you want is to taste it. But you realize I have not given you permission to do so and you manage to keep your mouth off of it. "What do you want more than anything right now Baby Girl?" I ask you. "To please you Sir." Is your reply. "How would you like to most do that right now?" I inquire. "Sir, may I please have your cock in my mouth?" "That is exactly what I wish you to do Baby Girl. I want you to make love to my cock with your mouth. Not with the goal of making me orgasm, just with the goal of giving me more pleasure than I have ever experienced or you have ever given with your mouth. Before you start I want you to place your hands behind your back and clasp them together. You must only touch me with your mouth until I tell you otherwise." Unconsciously you lick your lips and lean forward. Your wet tongue starts at the base of my raging hard-on and you lick it firmly and slowly all the way up to the tip. There you begin swirling your tongue around the head, flicking it over and over with the tip of your tongue, getting it wet. Again you lick it from the base to the tip this time with your tongue wetter so that my cock is getting wet with your spit. Going back to the top you suck the head of my cock into your mouth and pull it down so that it is standing straight out pointing toward you as you slowly start moving your head down the shaft, taking more and more of me into your mouth. You get it about half way in and start rocking back and forth on it, each outward stroke leaving just the head in your mouth before you rock back forward, each time going down a little further until the head meets the back of your throat. "Mmmmmmmmm Baby Girl, that is so good. You are pleasing me so well" I tell you and your head spins a little with happiness. But you do not miss a beat, rocking your whole body back and forth on your knees, moving your mouth in and out on my cock from leaving just the head in to the head hitting the back of your throat. Suddenly though you rock forward and my hand grabs a handful of your hair at the back of your head and I hold you with my cock buried in your mouth. Then slowly I draw your head back as you suck hard on it, your cheeks sucked in from the pressure. I move you back and forth now, slow for a while and then faster, fucking your mouth with my cock all the while you just relax and let my strong arm move you back and forth. I continue the movement slowly now and speak "Ohhh Baby Girl you are so perfect. How did I get so lucky? No need to answer with your mouth full my darling!" I stop your head with my cock in as far as it will go. "But we do have a small problem. You see, when my head hits the back of your throat there is still an inch or so that isn't in your mouth. If you are going to be my Baby Girl you are going to have to learn to take all of my cock in your mouth. Would you like me to help you learn to do that?" I ask as I pull you back removing my cock from your mouth completely. "Oh Yes Sir! Will you please Sir?" is your quick reply. I pull you back on my cock sliding you onto it until it fills your mouth completely. "Now Baby Girl, all you have to do is relax and as I apply pressure on the back of your head imagine you are simply swallowing a bite of food. You make choke and cough a bit at first but I know you are a quick learner and will have it in no time" I tell you. "Here we go" I say and my hand presses your head into my body. You start to choke but quickly swallow and you feel the head of my cock slip past your throat opening and into your throat. But you start to cough and gag more and I pull your head back off of my cock. A small tear is in each of your eyes and you say "I'm so sorry Sir, I can do better!" "I know you can darling and I don't expect you to be perfect the first time, I just expect you to try your best and get at least a little better every time." -To be continued... The Collar Ch. 01 Nikki walked in the door, two bags of groceries in her arms, expecting to hear the din of the television and find her husband and kid at home. Instead there was silence. She walked through the house, with her boot heels clicking in the hardwood floors. "Todd? Anyone home?" Nothing. Laying on the dining room table was a note sitting next to a leather dog collar with rhinestones on it. The envelope read: Happy Anniversary. "Anniversary?" she thought. It wasn't her wedding anniversary, that was almost a month away. And what was with the dog collar? She opened the note and in her husband Todd's handwriting it read: "Happy Anniversary of our first date. I know our wedding anniversary is coming up, but I didn't want to forget about this anniversary. Head upstairs and you'll find some more plans for the evening. The kid is with my sister." Anniversary of their first date? It had been too long since they had done something special for that. Suddenly it was clear what the collar was about. Back in their college days, on their first date, Nikki showed up at Todd's dorm wearing a dog collar. His roommate, a real jerk, quizzed her about it non-stop and she seemed embarrassed. Todd thought it was really hot, but was too shy to bring it up. She never wore it again, but he never forgot about it. Their sex life was rewarding and sometimes naughty. In recent years they had been pushing their own boundaries more and more and it was getting hotter all the time. Todd had been introducing sex toys over the years and they enjoyed torturing and pleasuring one another with them. She wondered if tonight would push more of those boundaries. When she got upstairs and saw what was laid out on the bed, she had the answer to her question. Laid out on the bed were a new pair of black stockings, a matching black garter belt, a little black thong, a pair of sexy black pumps, a hotel room key card and a second note. The note read: "Remember the collar you wore on our first date all those years ago? I never forgot. Tonight I am going to worship your sexy body while you fulfill some of my greatest fantasies. Tonight will be about pleasure, decadence, and perhaps a little exhibition. "Take some time to get ready and pamper yourself. Meet me in room 2202 of the Grand Hotel downtown at 7:00 pm. You are to arrive wearing only these items and a coat. I have brought clothes and overnight items. You don't need to bring anything. "With dearest love always, Todd" He always signed his notes to her that way. She was his Zelda and he was her Scott. She looked at the clock and realized she had some time to get ready. She ran herself a hot bath and pulled out her razor and cream. She turned down the lights and slipped into the bath to relax. She lathered up her legs and drew the razor across her skin. She loved the way that her legs felt after a shave. She felt sexy. She knew what was next. Nikki draped one leg over the edge of the tub and opened herself up. She ran her soapy hands down her thighs and brought a slick finger inside of her fold. She let it drift up to her clit. As she brushed across it a charge went up her body and she felt her nipples harden. Her other hand went up to meet them as she rubbed herself all over. Next, she lathered up from her pubic mound down under her perineum and around her tight asshole. She took her razor and removed all the hair, except for a lush, inverted triangle of hair two inches across, lewdly pointing down at her prize. A soapy finger penetrated her tightest hole and she bucked against her own finger as the soapy water lapped against the sides of the tub. God, she was wound up and ready to go. She lifted herself from the tub and gently patted her soft, China-white skin dry with a towel. Still naked, she dried her hair and styled it. Her mind drifted to the outfit, or lack of it, waiting for her on the bed. She was nervous. What if something happened on the way to the hotel. She was completely vulnerable. She put it out of her mind and finished getting ready. She hardly ever wore makeup, but for this event she applied a thick layer of cherry-red lipstick and a slightly-heavy amount of eye-liner. Standing in front of the mirror, she put on the collar. "I look fucking good," she thought as she scanned up and down her naked reflection. And she did. She was on the tall side, and had a curvy body. Her breasts were full and perky. Just a little bit more than a handful. Todd loved her tits, he loved it when she was bent over and they swung back and forth. But his favorite part of her body was her ass. It was round and athletic. When he fucked her from behind he loved the view, like an upside-down heart. He worshiped it, and looking at her reflection, she knew why. She turned to the bed and wrapped the belt around her waist, at the apex of her hourglass figure. With the belt straps dangling over her hips, she sat down to pull the stockings over her legs. They felt divine sliding up her smooth legs. They were a heavy black-not sheer. She fastened the clips and grabbed the thong. She knew that Todd liked the thong on over the belt and straps. This way she could keep them on if he wanted the panties off (which he often didn't). She looked at the thong in her hand it seemed impossibly small. However, when she pulled it up over her hips she saw that it was extremely stretchy and extremely comfortable. It felt like she wasn't wearing any panties at all, and given how naked she was, that was saying something. But it sure didn't provide much coverage. It barely covered the small patch of pubic hair her razor left behind. The bare skin where her pelvis folded into her thigh, was exposed. She could see why Todd had picked these out. That pervert had a thing for seeing her in little, tiny panties. She looked at the clock and could see she needed to get going. The anxiety was wearing away and by now she was feeling a little wicked and excited to get this evening going. She threw on the shoes, grabbed knee length coat, and threw her wallet in a clutch purse and headed out the door. On her way out to the car one of her neighbors waved and said hello, oblivious to Nikki's naked body underneath her coat. Nikki laughed to herself as she hopped in the car. She was get so excited she could smell herself getting wet. Just to be safe, once she was in the car, she hiked the bottom of her coat up around her waist so as not to soak it with pussy. * * * The hot water from the shower streamed down his torso as the steam created a lingering fog in the hotel bathroom. Todd finished bringing the razor across his dangling testicles and was satisfied that he was clean and well shorn. Just a small patch of wiry pubic hair sat above his shaft. He soaped himself up one last time and his dick was feeling heavy and strained. He wasn't erect, but the blood was flowing and he could be "ready for action" at a moment's notice. He rinsed off the lather and suds and turned off the water. He stepped out of the shower and looked at his watch on the counter. If she was on time, Nikki would be walking through the hotel room door in about 30 minutes. That was plenty of time to finish getting cleaned up. He remained naked as he took care of his face and hair. He then walked out into the hotel room and surveyed the scene. The room featured a king-sized bed in the center of the wall. On the side of that bed was a large window that was open to the skyline. At this height, there was the view was just one-way. And what a view it was. In front of the window was a lounge style padded bench behind a coffee table. The coffee table held a wide variety of Todd and Nikki's favorite sex toys. Some of them he had specific plans for, but he brought all of them, and even a couple of new ones. Seeing that the hour was nearly upon him, Todd decided to get dressed, such as it was. He grabbed a pair of underwear that was just a silver waistband with two small elastic rings hanging from the front of it, one slightly smaller than the other. He pulled the waist up over his hips and then pushed his cock and balls through the larger loop and his growing cock through the smaller loop. The rings strangled his genitals and lifted them up, leaving them on display. He saw himself in the mirror and his dick was swelling to near capacity. IT was dark and red, almost angry, as it was starting to point up. The head flared out. In the corner of the room, surveying the bed and the doorway, stood a camera on its tripod. He walked over to it, his dick bouncing up and down, and turned the power on and made sure most of the room was within the frame of the shot. Then he heard the key card swiping through the lock and he pressed record. * * * Minutes earlier, Nikki was walking down the hotel hallway. On the drive to the hotel she had her fingers buried in her cunt and had left quite the stain on her car seat. She strutted down the hallway, with only her knee length coat covering her sexy outfit and body. Also visible was the collar around her neck that started it all. She ran her fingers across the leather and buckle and giggled to herself. The collar gave her permission to give in to her sexual desires and act out the fantasies she had long wanted. She was determined to let Todd have his fun, but she would have hers too. She came to room that her not told her. As she was about to slide the key in the lock a creeping feeling came over her that she might have the wrong room. She pulled the coat up around her neck and hesitated. But then then hand brushed the collar and she found her courage again and threw caution to the wind. She looked around the hallway and saw no one around. So she threw the coat off in the hallway and stood in front of the door in only her stockings, belt and panties-and of course the collar. An electric charge went through her body as she stood there, practically naked, certainly nasty, exposed to whomever might open their door or come around the corner. Her nipples were pointing straight out and stiff as erasers. She walked in the door and tossed her coat on the floor. Standing in the room, near the bed was Todd. He was naked except for his tiny underwear, which exposed and lifted his shaft and balls. She dropped to her hands and knees and slowly crawled across the floor towards him. His view was incredible. Her her shaped ass looked so good crawling towards him. She stopped about ten feet in front of him, sat up on her haunches, and slid her hand inside the crotch of her thong and slid two fingers inside her wet pussy. "You naughty little fuck," she moaned. "You've got me so hot and wet. I feel like I'm on the edge already." "I plan to push you over the edge again and again tonight," he answered. She gazed upon him, his feet slightly spread apart and his dick pointing up at a 45 degree angle, bobbing slightly. She looked at its flared head, and the smooth underside of his shaft. It was positively lewd how it was pointing out like that. She loved it when he was hard and she knew that she was making him so hard. It was red, almost purple and it look angry, like it may even hurt her. But she wanted it. "What should I do first?" she asked innocently. He smiled. "Crawl over her and suck my dick. I've been thinking about you and your hot body all day." She smiled and slid her thong down, just on to her thighs, showing him her handiwork with the razor. "Do you like it?" she asked. His knees nearly buckled and all he could do was simply nod. If he thought the collar would give him control, he was finding out that she still held control over his desire. She crawled in front of him and put her hands on his hips and butt. Then with one hand, she took his dick in her hand and looked it over, teasing him with little licks and kisses to his hips and thighs. She slowly stroked up his rod in her hand. God, it was so hard. He liked to be teased, but he grew impatient and locked one hand behind her head, grabbing her hair, and hooked a finger with his other hand into her collar and pulled her mouth. He hooked her mouth with his thumb and forced his prick inside her mouth. She moved his hands away and grabbed on to his ass with her left hand and his shaft with her right. She pulled back and stared at his bobbing dick before spitting two times on top of the shaft. The strands of her saliva ran down his smooth balls and onto his thighs. She was really working her mouth up and down his dick now, moaning loudly. She stopped, panting for air and saw all of the spit and drool hanging obscenely from his dick in long strands. She reached over to the dresser and grabbed a bottle of lube. She squirted a large amount other hand and fingers and began massaging his balls and asshole with it. Todd moaned. She knew what to do next. She slid into his rectum and curled the finger, working it against his prostate. He moaned again, and she took that cue to slip a second finger inside of him and worked them up and down, while she slobbered all over his stiff prick. The drool running down his shaft and balls was mixing with the lube and pooling on the floor between his feet. He was loosening up now, so she added a third finger and he let out a low, guttural moan. He couldn't take much more. "Oh, god, I'm going to come! I'm gonna come hard!" he rasped. His legs buckled, but with Nikki's hand up his ass he was forced to stay standing. He erupted in her mouth; she locked down on him, trying not to let a drop spill from her mouth, but some oozed out of the corners. She pulled her head back and showed him the pool of white come sitting on her tongue. She smiled and laughed a little as she looked straight at this still hard cock, bobbing menacingly in her face. She pulled her fingers out of his ass and slapped his cock hard, twice. He winced as she leered up at him and grabbed his balls and slowly pulled him down to the floor until they were face to face. She stood and bent at the waist to keep eye contact with him and leaned in and kissed him. It was the first kiss they had since she entered the room. As their lips opened and tongues met, she forced his come back into her mouth. At first, his eyes popped open, but grabbed his face and wouldn't let go. Soon he was grabbing her face and they tumbled to the ground, kissing passionately and rolling on the floor in ecstasy. Nikki stood up and laid on her back on the bed, opening her legs and stretching the thong to its limits across her thighs. She curled her finger, directing Todd to come closer. He leaned in for another kiss and then she whispered in his ear, "Now it's my turn," and pushed his head down to her soaking wet pussy. Todd knelt down on his hands and knees on the bed, with his hips and ass pointing towards her face and buried his face in her cunt. Nikki gasped in ecstasy as her head whipped backwards. Todd loved eating pussy and Nikki was in for a treat. He ran his tongue inside her slit and settled on her throbbing clit. He focused there for a few minutes while his fingers ran around her lips and down to her perineum and asshole. She bucked back. He stood up and walked across the room to retrieve her favorite vibrating dildo. As he returned and ordered her to flip over onto all fours. He turn the vibrator on to a low buzz setting and began to slid it lengthwise underneath her stomach, across her clit. The kept doing this as he moved his face in behind her ass. Her bare shaved crotch was exposed from behind and he started more long licks in the folds of her pussy before eventually traveling up to her asshole. He back off and gave her sweet ass two quick slaps that stung her flesh as she cried out, "Oh yeah, baby. Smack that ass of mine. It's yours." With that encouragement he shoved the vibrator deep into her womb and forced his face between her cheeks and buried his tongue up her rectum. Her head snapped back as she squirmed under appetite. "My god, you're such a pervert," she hissed as she pushed her ass back in his face and moved back and forth on the vibrator. With his tongue firmly planted in her butt she felt an orgasm build up and shake inside of her. She let out a high pitch scream as she dropped her face into the pillow and let out some more muffled screams. Todd doubled down and locked his lips on her asshole. He swirled his tongue around as hard as he could while he whipped and stabbed the vibrator in and out of her pussy as she shook out of control. The flopped down on the bed, drenched with sweat. Nikki panted and sighed as she reached out to Todd and pulled him closer. "That was nice," she purred. "Well, it's not over yet," he stated. "We still have to out out for dinner. I brought you some clothes, you don't have to wear just that tonight," he joked. Nikki saw a beautiful, low cut red dress hanging in the closet. Todd handed her a red, lace thong and said she could change out of her wet panties, and wear these underneath her dress. She smiled and asked him what he was going to wear. He pulled out a tiny steel gray thong. When he pulled it on it barely covered the small patch of pubic hair above his dick. He folded his thick penis into the pouch and smiled at her. She pulled her fresh thong up to her soaking wet pussy and smiled as she could feel the tiny little crotch hug up against her wetness. She put on the dress, which was plunged too far down her cleavage to wear with a bra. Her nipples stiffened as they rubbed against the fabric of the dress. Todd then went over and picked up a steel butt plug with a glass jewel on the end of it that matched the rhinestones on her collar. The plug was about three inches long, and about and inch and a half at its widest part. It tapered right before the bottom to about a quarter inch before flare out to the wide glass jewel base. "I know how you like matching jewelry," he said. She walked over to the dresser, in front of the mirror, and put her hands on it and spread her legs. She pulled down her thong and looked over her shoulder and said, "Can you help me 'try it on'?" He smiled and walked up behind her as she bent herself over the dresser. He dropped two blobs of spit on her ass that ran between her cheeks. She giggled as probed two lubed fingers in her rectum and then brought the steel plug's tip to her asshole. It was cold and she gasped as he gently pushed it in. She bared down and pushed with her bowels and her rectum opened up and accepted it as she let out a low grunt. It was heavy and obvious, but she like the feeling of fullness it gave her. She pulled her red lace panties back up and let her dress fall back down around her hips. Todd turned to get dressed, but she reached out and grabbed the back of his thong, lifted him up a little and said, "Wait a minute. I think we need to play a little more fair here." With that she pushed him face down onto the bed, exposing his own ass. She ran her fingers up and down his ass crack and told him that he was going to get some more ass play too. The lube was in her hands now and she squeezed a dollop down his cheeks and reached over for a hefty silicone butt plug and slicked it up. Todd's plug was blue silicone and was about four inches long, and nearly two inches at its widest section. Nikki hooked her thumbs in the waist of his thong and pulled them down over the curve of his ass. She pushed the plug against his rectum and he let out a gasp as she shoved it in without mercy. He tried to draw in a breath, but felt like all the air had left his body. All he could do was grunt with satisfaction as she laughed and patted his bare ass and smiled. "You're ass is so greedy," she laughed. He stood up and smiled at her as he pulled his thong up and the strap rubbed up against the base of the plug. He squeezed his dick back into the pouch of his thong. It was starting to engorge and push against the stretch fabric, pulling at the strap against his firmly placed plug. The Collar Ch. 01 Now that they had made the arrangements, Todd finished getting dressed and they went out for a lovely dinner, both with butt plugs firmly planted in their rectums. The Collar Ch. 02 As the restaurant host pulled out her chair, Nikki sat in the chair and gave out a slight gasp as the jeweled, steel butt plug stuffed in her ass shifted as her perfect ass reached the seat. She glanced up at Todd with a knowing smirk. They walked to the restaurant from the hotel. Just before leaving they inserted butt plugs into one another's rectums. Nikki's was a steel plug with a jewel on it that matched the rhinestone collar she was wearing. The collar was a playful gift from her husband Todd earlier that day. On their first date, eighteen years earlier, she wore a collar (it was the '90s, okay?). The collar that she was wearing tonight looked not much different from other jewelry, but tonight it was supposed to inspire the two of the be naughty and care free. So far it was working. They already had some fun at the hotel, but Todd had a few more things planned for the dinner before they went back to the room and had some more wild times. Before they left the room, while Nikki freshened up in the bathroom, he sneaked a few surprise items into her clutch purse that he planned to reveal at the restaurant. Todd sat down in his seat and squirmed a little too. The large silicone plug jammed up his ass was stretching him wide open. The walk over from the hotel was exhilarating. The constant shifting of the plug was uncomfortable at first. He wondered if people watching him walk down the street could tell that he was walking with a giant plug in his ass that his hot wife had planted there. He got used to it pretty quick and the movement from walking, seeing Nikki in her sexy red dress and knowing that she was in a similar situation, got his dick throbbing, which stretched the pouch of his thong, pulling the strap between his cheeks and rubbing against the plug. It was an unending cycle. After they ordered their food and had some drinks, Nikki excused herself to check her makeup. She grabbed her purse and headed to the bathroom. On her way there, Todd sent her a text message on her phone. In the bathroom, she opened her purse to retrieve the message. Before she could even check the message she saw the gifts that Todd placed in the purse, another pair of tiny panties, a tube of silicone lube, and a small dildo with a wide base. Grinning, she read the message on her phone: "Before you come back to the table, put this dildo in your ass, and change your panties. Send me a picture. Walk back to the table and hand me the red thong you are wearing right now." Where was this pervert getting these ideas? Their sex life had been very satisfying, but today was a day of new adventures. Normally, she was reserved about these things, but as she gulped with some anxiety she was reminded of the collar around her neck. It pushed her to submit to Todd's (and her) desires. But she also resolved to not just let him have all the control tonight. Right there, in the restaurant bathroom, she got a sinful idea of how to even the odds. If he liked dildos up the ass, he better be prepared to go all the way with this. But all of that would have to wait for the walk back to the hotel. Right now, she had some naughty tasks to complete. She checked to make sure the door on the bathroom was locked, and then proceeded to pull her dress up over her hips. She turned and faced her reflection in the mirror and was happy with how slutty she looked. The dress was crumpled up around her waist, fully exposing her black stocking clad legs. The tops of her stockings were clipped to the black garter belt that Todd had laid out for her back at their house earlier that day. She was wearing a little, red, lacy thong that she had practically soaked through and clung to the lips of her tasty pussy. She turned around and dropped her panties around her ankles and bent over, exposing the jewel on her ass plug. She worked it around a little with her fingers, tugging at the base, as she slowly pulled the knob out of rectum as it dilated to accommodate the girth of the now body temperature surgical steel. Pop! Out it came and she gasped at the now empty feeling of asshole. She squatted down and pulled the red silicone dildo out of her purse. It was about five inches long, about an inch wide, with a one and a half inch wide knob on the top of it. The bottom had a wide base, about two inches in diameter. She shoved two fingers up her pussy and masturbated for a few moments before pulling them out and inserting them up her tight butthole. She swirled her fingers around and found there was still some lube lining her inner walls. Still, she squirted a good-sized dollop of lube on the head of the dildo and slowly inched it deep in her ass. The head was thicker than the the steel plug was. The plug also tapered at the end, allowing her asshole to close up around it. The dildo didn't allow for this. It kept her asshole stretched out around it before it stopped as the base move in against her cheeks. She stood up and immediately the dildo started to back slide, out of hungry asshole. She squeezed her legs together and stepped into the tiny, royal blue thong that Todd had placed in her purse. The panties were a shiny blue. What was it about royal blue that always turned him on so much? She noticed he seemed to be even harder when she wore royal blue lingerie. One foot at a time, she stepped into the panties and pulled them on, up over her hips. The strap of the thong rested against the base of the dildo and kept it firmly planted in her ass. She was so turned on that she almost forgot to take a picture. Standing bent over, with her legs spread apart, and her ass facing the mirror, she grabbed the phone and aimed it toward the mirror. In the reflection she could see her smooth white ass, and the red circle of the dildo base split down the middle by the shiny blue strap of her thong. Just after she snapped the picture there was a loud jerking noise on the door of the bathroom. Someone was trying to get in. Nikki just about had a heart attack as she stood up and ran to the door to brace herself against it, not certain if she remembered to lock it. She ran across the little room, with her dress still hiked up around her waist, and pressed herself against the door. "Someone's in here!" she cried urgently. "How much longer will you be?" an annoyed woman said from the other side of the door. Nikki looked at the floor of the bathroom and realized what the stranger nearly walked in on moments before. Strewn on the floor was her open purse, a dripping tube of lube, wadded up red lace panties, and a steel butt plug. If the woman had walked in at just the right time she would've seen Nikki bent at the waist, with dildo filled ass lewdly pointed at the mirror. She laughed to herself and said, "I'll be out in just a moment. Sorry about that!" With her heart still racing, Nikki sent the photo to Todd's phone with the terse message "For your eyes only!" She pulled her dress down around her hips, smoothed it out and scooped up her belongings and stuffed them back in her purse. The red thong was clenched up in her hand. She opened the door to see a beautiful, but annoyed young woman standing there wondering what was taking so long. Nikki smiled and apologized for the delay and brushed past her, laughing to herself about how she was walking through a restaurant full of people with a large, red dildo crammed up her ass. She could feel the lube slowly leaking down her leg. Could anyone here tell what was going on underneath her dress? With the strap of her thong holding the dildo in place she could walk a little bowlegged to accommodate the girth. She walked over back to their table and leaned in to kiss Todd. Sitting down on the wide base of the dildo made her first yelp, then giggle. The jeweled butt plug had made its presence felt, but was more or less unobtrusive when sitting. The dildo was a different story altogether. The wide base caused her to shift back and forth and the phallus worked its way in and out of her asshole with only the slightest movements by her. Todd smiled at her. "I loved the picture. Don't worry, I deleted it right away. I figured I'd see the real thing soon enough." Then he looked her in the eyes and asked, "Do you have something for me?" and laid his open hand on the table, waiting for her to hand him something. Nikki looked around the restaurant to make sure no one was looking at her. She couldn't help but wonder if the other people in the restaurant knew what dirty things she had been doing to herself in the bathroom. But no one was looking their way. Satisfied that this whole thing was probably just their secret, she reached over and gently placed the crumpled up thong into his waiting hand. Todd clenched the thong in his fist and felt its dampness. He brought it to his nose and inhaled her scent deeply. His dick felt like it was about to burst through his zipper. This dinner couldn't get over fast enough. *** After dinner, dessert, and a few more drinks, they were ready to walk back to the hotel. During the meal Nikki teased Todd's straining cock with her foot under the table. The erection in his pants was obvious when he stood up. The best thing he could do to conceal it was to walk close behind Nikki to provide for some cover. But having his dick that close to her ass didn't do much to relieve the situation. As they exited the restaurant, Nikki spun around and met him with a deep kiss. Her hand grabbed at his stiff prick through his pants and jacked it up and down. "I need to make a side trip on the way back to the hotel. Wanna tag along, baby?" Her whispering in his ear and her hand on his dick put him back under her control. He giggled and slipped her hand into his pants and felt his steel hard dick inside of this Lycra thong pouch. She slowly jacked his dick, pulling at the puch of his thong, which rubbed the strap against his ever present butt plug. She heard the click of boots on the sidewalk and pulled her hand out of his pants before someone discovered them out on the sidewalk. "Where are we going?" he asked. "You'll see. I just want to buy something at the store for tonight. I think you should get a present too!" They walked a few blocks, passed the entertainment district, and came to a sex store near some of the city's strip clubs. She grabbed him by the hand and walked into the store. It was a large store with lots of aisles of DVDs, magazines, sex toys, stripper clothes, and video booths. "I want this to be a surprise, so be a sweetie and hang out in one of the video booths for a few minutes while I make this purchase." Hang out in a video booth and watch some porn while his wife shopped in the store? What an odd evening this had been. He was so turned on by the way she was acting that he was more than happy to oblige. He sat down in a dark booth and fed some money into the machine. On the screen he saw a woman with curly red hair and cute bubble butt, sucking on a guy's massive prick. The man was lying on his back and had a busty brunette sitting on his face rocking back and forth as he ate her out. It was a hot scene. Not knowing how long Nikki would be, Todd thought that his straining cock could use some relief, so he unbuckled his pants and peeled his dick out from his thong and slowly started to move his hand up and down. He just want to feel a little bit of relief as his dick had been teased by Nikki's hands and feet all through dinner and on the walk over. He also didn't want to waste a load of cum here in a sleazy porno booth. But he was so turned on. Just as he was about to back off and try to calm down he felt another hand on his dick. Shocked, he turned around and saw it was Nikki. She had quietly made it into the booth without him knowing. She slowly stroked his cock in her hand and knelt down on her knees and very gently enveloped it into her mouth. She moved her head up and down just two times and then hissed in his ear, "You better save this load for the room." When they stood up and he saw a brown paper shopping bag in her hand. He reached out to see what it was and she pulled it away and slapped his dick hard with her hand. It bounced back up and slapped against his abdomen. "This is for later tonight." Once again, he folded his rigid member down into the pouch of his thing and zipped up his pants. They left the store and walked the few remaining blocks back to the hotel room. The whole way there Todd had his hand on her backside, his fingers reaching underneath and pushing against the base of the red dildo stretching out her ass. The Collar of Anubis Chloey exhaled loudly and blew a strand of hair off her damp forehead. The hallway was dank and dark, and she certainly had no business being here by herself. Significantly buried under the earth, the narrow and long hall could collapse at any time. The discovery of the passage was new, and reinforcements had not been added yet. However, Chloey was a girl on a mission. She was fevered with ambition to find the undiscovered tomb of Pharaoh Shoushep before her colleagues could find it and reap the rewards of her hard work and unprecedented research. In a field dominated by men, it was imperative for her to make a significant find, so that she could be taken as seriously. She could do anything they could do, but there was this one pesky matter of actually proving it first. She continued her meticulous work, creeping forward tentatively on her hands and knees, a miner light on her head beaming illumination as she ran her hands carefully over every surface of the hallway walls. There was a hidden chamber here, she knew it. She just couldn’t find the opening. She inched forward on her hands and knees, staring intently at the wall for any fissures or seams. In her intense concentration, she did not notice any movement around her, so when she suddenly felt something scuttle over her hand and up her arm she was more than taken off guard. She reared up and flailed in surprise, shrieking and scrambling to shake it off. She heard a faint, but distinct rumble. She had a fraction of a second and a twisting of her stomach to register that she just jumped around in the wrong place. The floor underneath her caved in and she dropped through the floor and into inky blackness. She landed with a hard thud on the earthen floor, knocking the wind out of herself. Groaning when she finally caught her breath, she rolled to her belly and slowly lifted herself to her hands and knees. Nothing seemed broken, she noted with relief. Her miner’s light was still lit, thankfully, and she gazed around the room. The light cast a dim beam out into the cavernous space. She could see the outline of what looked like a sarcophagus surrounded by many trinkets and canopic jars. Her heart pounded in her ears. Could this be Shoushep’s tomb? She rose slowly to her feet and approached the sarcophagus. It was 8 feet long and made of glittering black basalt, and engraved with hieroglyphics. An enormous statue of the reclining Anubis jackal lay at the feet of the sarcophagus. The Jackal wore a gold collar she was familiar seeing, but it was adorned with rows of glittering jewels. It was far more ornate than in the other sculptures she had seen. It also had a golden chain attached to the collar, which was then chained to the wall. She cocked her head, wondering why would someone, symbolically or otherwise, keep Anubis tethered. She ran her hand gingerly along the chain, and it rattled against itself, echoing loudly in the still room. She leaned in to peer at the collar, noting how strange that it looked like the collar was attached over the sculpture, as opposed to being a part of the sculpture itself. She ran a finger underneath the collar and indeed, there was space. She sucked in her breath as the neck of the Jackal felt warm under her fingertips. Strange. She spun the collar carefully and it rotated easily on the massive neck. There were hieroglyphics in between the jewels. Her fingers traced over the inscription on the collar, trying to work out what it said. She could make out a word or two, but it was a like trying to read in Braille. The gems seemed to illuminate light from within and the hieroglyphics glowed like hot embers. The collar slid off the neck of the statue and she gasped as it melded to her neck. Her hands shot up to grab the collar. It was secured snugly around her neck. She tugged at it, but it did not budge. There was no buckle or fasten to undo - it was a solid circlet of gold. The jackal blinked red glowing eyes. The Jackal just blinked. She backed up quickly, but she was now tethered to the wall, and the chain jerked her off her feet. She dropped to her knees, staring up at the statue with glowing eyes. The Jackal rose off the pedestal and padded heavily down to her. He was enormous, towering over her on all fours. His great head dipped down to smell the collar and subsequently, her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut, fearing he would tear her throat out with his massive jaws. He ran his black snout down her body, snuffling along her skin. He raised his head and gazed into her eyes. She gazed back, torn somewhere between fear and wonder. He rose, then, to his hind legs. He kept rising. His shoulders broadened, and muscles bulged out from his trapezoids and down his biceps. His chest widened and muscles swelled in pectorals and lateral muscles. His stomach widened, abdominal wall rippling with muscle. His legs thickened and straightened. He morphed seamlessly into a man. There was no cracking of bone, no tearing of flesh. He fluidly shifted his shape into a hugely muscled man, with golden arm bands cuffed at both bicep and wrist. He was bare chested and tattooed, with a broad expanse of smooth bronzed skin. His tunic was short and made of linen edged in gold. She stared at him, jaw agape, still on her knees. He held out his palm, and fire danced from his palm onto the torches set in the walls. The room lit in a warm whoosh, all the gold gleaming in the firelight, all the narrative on the wall surging to life. His arms folded over his powerful chest, and his gleaming eyes like glowing embers gazed down at her. His face was still the Jackal. This was Anubis. There was a fucking GOD staring at her. His muzzle curved upward slightly the second she registered the thought. He turned his head and yanked the chain from the wall. He wound it around his hand, cocking his head to watch her. The chain grew taut, and she was forced to rise up on her knees. She could see their collective shadow cast on the wall in her peripheral- his bipedal silhouette with his great jackal ears in profile, yanking the chain toward himself and her, on all fours, attached to the chain and pitching forward at his summoning. The irony was not lost on her. She approached his feet and he continued winding it around his hand and she was forced to rise to her feet. He wound it around his hand again, and she jerked forward toward him until she was only inches away. She faced off with his pectoral muscles. He passed his hand over her form, touching nothing. Her clothes wilted off her body without her moving a muscle. Her eyes widened as her over shirt slid off, her tank top crumpled away, and her trousers melted off. It was as much magic as his shape shifting. Both denied the gravity and object relationship she had always understood things to be. There was no stepping out of the shoes, no tugging down the panties. They just simply were no longer on her body, and were in a collective crumpled heap several feet away. He gazed at her naked form. She drew an arm over her breasts and a hand in front of her thighs. He reached out and brushed her arm away. His hand grazed over the lush swell of both her breasts. He paused and brushed his thumb over her nipple and it sprang up against the fleshy pad of his thumb. He covered her other breast, and slid his thumb over that nipple too, until both nipples stood stiff and pink, like pencil erasers. His hands fell away as his eyes intently gazed upon her chest. She reached up to cover her breasts again, feeling even more modest now that her nipples jutted out. He impatiently knocked her arm to her side. He travelled his hand down over her ribs and belly, cupping the curve where her waist nipped in and her hip curved out. He squeezed and pet the swell briefly, eyes sparking from flame to scarlet. He passed his hand over his tunic and it melted into the air as well. She gasped as his huge erect member sprang forward. It was goliath and hard, bulging veins running up and down the length like vines around a column. She shook as she suddenly knew for sure what his intentions were. He was a God. She had no idea what that entailed. Would it kill her? Would it hurt? Would she be able to go on living her life afterwards? He spanned his hands around her waist and they easily overlapped one another. He lifted her and walked several feet to place her on an altar that had been sitting in the shadowy recesses. It was well used, worn smooth and it felt like hard silk under her bare ass. He slid both hands to her knees and spread her legs open wide. She exhaled a shaky breath as the cool air caressed her open center. His great head dipped down and his tongue unfurled from his dark muzzle to lick her bare pussy. Her stomach jumped as his tongue slid in between her lips and flicked up to her clitoris. It lapped powerfully around the delicate button, cradling it in the folds of his long tongue, and then flicked back down to enter her canal. It pushed into her, insistent and sweeping- like a dog seeking the marrow of a bone. His tongue was much longer than a man’s, and it laved her in long rasping strokes. It felt like nothing she had ever experienced, and her hips rocked gently on his tongue without her even being cognizant of their movement. She could feel her wetness cascade over his tongue as he drew it out and onto his tongue, extracting slowly out of her and licking up her slit, coating her with her own slippery fluid. It mingled with his saliva and thoroughly wet her pussy inside and out. His tongue ground into her again and rasped over the uber sensitive pad of flesh on her inside wall. His mouth was open, his teeth pressed against her clitoris. Knowing the sharp canines were cradling the flesh of her pussy made her thighs tremble in fear and arousal. His ears tickled the inner flesh of her thighs. His tongue plunged stiff and deep and her pussy fluttered around his tongue in a small shuddering pre climax. She gasped and hitched forward, elbows buckling as she grasped the sides of the altar. He withdrew his tongue and drew up her slowly, straightening as he did. His cock jutted powerfully forward. He grasped the shaft firmly in his big fist. He nudged the gleaming and swollen head in between her wet slit. He pushed in, grasping the altar with the hand wrapped in the chain, and the other hand clenching his thick shaft until he forced enough inside her that it would not just pop back out. He let go of his shaft then, and grasped her hip, wrenching it more open and drawing her closer as he thrust in deeper. She cried out as his thickness spread her roughly wide. His cock was impossibly huge and he forced it inside her one inch at a time. He sawed back and forth in short strokes, her cunt stretching painfully to accommodate his oversized member. Her head fell back and she grit her teeth. He lengthened his strokes, dipping down to lap his rough tongue over her pussy and his own thick shaft, to keep the thrusting well lubricated. He tugged her head back further with the chain, to invite the arc in the small of her back and the tilting forward of her hips. Another inch forced inside her and they both groaned aloud. His arm slid under to her arched back and lifted her to his hips. She glanced down at her raised hips, rocking on his granite erection and saw that there was still a significant amount of his cock still waiting to be inside her. He cradled the small of her back and hips at the same time and thrust deeply into her, literally impaling her on his shaft. She was a rag doll being slid up and down a barber pole. His glowing eyes closed to narrow slits as his cock buried itself inside her. More inches immersed in her, and she felt him bumping against her cervix, the small taps of pain sending shock waves of pleasure throughout her entire body. She arched in delirious pain and pleasure, her pussy lips stretched around the base of his cock, which felt like a tree trunk, as he drove deeper and deeper into her. She moaned as the pleasure of the pressure sank into her core and the friction began a delicious deep slow throb that was increasing in pace and tempo. Her tight walls squeezed his thickness, wetly welcoming his invasion. He sank his thumbs deep into the crevice between her hip and thigh, grunting between clenched teeth and with great effort, pulled his cock out with an audible pop. Liquid splattered her belly lightly. It was not his come. She moaned a hiss of disappointment, her cunt throbbing dully, begging for his cock. It stood up straight and throbbing, gleaming wet in the torchlight. He leaned over her and lifted her off the altar, and set her on the floor. He wound the chain around his hand and tugged, and she fell forward to her hands and knees. He stepped behind her and sank to his knees, one pushing in between her own to nudge her legs further apart. She spread wider and sank forward readily. Her pussy was eager for him to rejoin, so she leaned down on her elbows and raised her backside, thrusting it back towards him. He slid his hand down her spine, to the round globe of her ass, sinking into the firm flesh of her cheek, pulling it away from her pussy, exposing her throbbing wet pink core. His thumb dipped into her sweet wetness and he growled low, in deep desire to occupy that exquisitely tender space. He squeezed his shaft again and ground his cock into her. This time, it easily slid halfway in. He grasped her hips and held her still, bucking against her backside, drilling deeper with every thrust. She tossed her head back, wailing in pleasure as he filled her completely, his heavy balls slamming into her clit on every deep driving thrust. She wriggled back into his pounding drives, and he slid his chain wrapped hand around her waist, cupping her mound in his hand. The chain slid in the cleft and pressed against her clit. Her gushing wetness quickly made the chain slick and it slid easily back and forth, sawing on top of her clit as he pressed his hand flat against her entire mound, squeezing in time to the thrusting. His balls thudded against the chain in a galloping punishing rhythm and her body lit on fire, as every cell raced towards her epic climax. He too, was pounding towards climax, pulling almost all the way out so the head of his cock dragged her backward with his pull, then pushing forcefully into her so her face pressed into the dusty earth underneath her. Back and forth, and faster and faster he went, she getting dragged helplessly underneath him. Suddenly he slowed, grabbing her hips roughly to keep her immobile. He expanded inside her, and she could feel every vein, every contour of his cock as he suddenly jerked and spasmed inside her, his fluid pulsing up her canal, hot and thick. She shuddered under him and her body exploded around his ejaculating cock, milking his length imbedded so deep inside. She had never come so hard, she was left breathless and unable to control her movements as her body spasmed and shook wildly in the aftermath of her whole body climax. He pulled out of her, still massive, and as his heavy distended length fell out of her with a heavy thud, a gush of liquid spilled down her thighs. She collapsed to the ground, thighs still trembling, uterus still contracting, pussy still spasming. She felt his big hand lift her hair off her neck, damp with her sweat. She turned her cheek gratefully and looked at him. He was gazing at her with gold flecked hazel eyes, rimmed with sooty black lashes. No longer a Jackal’s head, he had the face that would befit a God. High cheek boned with smooth flawless skin, full sensual lips, and a strong jaw. She blinked several times, and slowly sat up, staring at him in wonder. He inclined his head in deep gratitude. “It was a curse.” His voice was warm and melodious, like honey sliding off a warm spoon. She opened her mouth to speak, and didn’t even know where to begin. She had never believed in curses, or Gods for that matter. Yet, here he was, so there that was. He watched her, and seemed to understand her thoughts, even though no words came out of her mouth. “The theory, I believe, was to keep me trapped here forever by this collar. With a tricky incantation, she managed to trap my Ka with it, inside the inscription- and then it was immobilized inside the statue until you ignited it by your tracing.” She nodded slowly, taking in the information. “Is the… sex... is it part of the ritual?” “Yes.” His eyes flickered amber and the corner of his mouth upturned slightly. He glanced at her sideways and then shook his head no. Her mouth fell open in surprise. He shrugged faintly, eyes raking over her appraisingly. “You are a beautiful woman.” She closed her mouth and smiled slightly. She hugged her knees. “What happens now?” He raised a brow. “Now, I can go home. And you – you will receive what you wish. This is indeed, Shoushep’s tomb. He wanted to control the afterworld, too. Someone was foolish enough to collaborate with him to keep me trapped here so that Shoushep and she could, in theory, rule there forever.” He cricked his neck to the side. “I have much work to do.” He rose to his feet and extended a hand down to her. He hefted her to her feet easily. He passed a hand in a small arc and the torches extinguished and her clothes slid back onto her body in the same fashion as they departed. He grasped her shoulders lightly and kissed her softly. “Thank you.” A door opened on the south side of the chamber. “You will find your way there.” He stepped away from her and walked through the west side of the tomb. There was no door, he just melded through the wall and then was gone. She gazed around the room in dull wonder. She hardly knew how to take inventory. She wobbled forward on shaky legs, scanning the room. The statue was gone. She touched her neck. So was the collar. Her fingers traced over a delicate chain with a pendant. She peered down at it. It was a pendant embedded with the same colored gems in a gleaming gold disc. She took in a deep breath and knew that from this moment on, her life would be very, very different. The Collaring Tears, I thought as I drove to His home, can I give Him the tears? Thigns are different now, I belong to Him, He owns me, I can do this for Him. Feeling more confident with my thoughts and feelings, I started to think about His surprise. What could it be? Why must he torture me by telling me there is a surprise, but not just telling me what it is? These thoughts kept me occupied for the rest of my drive. I pulled up in front of the house, getting my things organized before pulling out my bag. Not really knowing what to expect this first time, since I became His, I made some smart comment about my bag being heavy when I walked through the door. I set my stuff on the floor and felt His arms come around my waist, pulling me closer against His body. He leaned in, kissing me softly while His hands slid over my body. This caught me a bit off guard, as I guess I was expecting to find myself hard against the wall again. I felt Him pulling my wrists behind my back as the kisses deepened and became harder, my body responding so eagerly to His touch. Then His hands were squeezing my tits, my back arching to push closer to Him. Suddenly I feel a slap on my ass as He tells me to go upstairs to freshen up and to lay out the new outfits. As I laid my outfits out on the bed (quite a variety considering I started with very few), He picked a black lace halter teddy and told me to change into it. Still wondering what my surprise was, and when I was going to get it, I quickly changed. He then pulled me to the other side of the bed and told me to kneel, as He sat on the edge. We talked briefly about me becoming His, what I expected and what He expected of me. As we talked, He caressed my face and tits, letting me feel His gentle touch. After we talked about what was expected, with me blushing and hesitating, He told me that this was actually the easiest part of my night. He asked me if I was willing to give myself to Him, and my reply was that I already had. He surprised me by leaning forward and kissing my forehead gently. Then, He reached into His pocket and pulled out, what I recognized as a jewelers box. He told me that if I really wanted to give myself to Him, that He'd like me to wear this.. and He opened the box to show me a simple gold chain. I looked up at Him in surprise, as He said that He'd like me to wear it as a symbol of the bond that we had between us. I simply said, "yes Sir". To be quite honest here, I'm totally surprised I didnt start crying then and there. I lifted my hair so that He could fasten the chain. He then took my face in His hands and kissed me. His hand slipped down to my neck then to my breasts, caressing them softly. He quickly took a picture then told me to stand. As I stood, He wrapped a rope around my waist, down between my cunt lips, up between my ass cheeks and tied it off at the waist. He then had me lie down on the bed, face down. He took more rope, and working from left to right, tied my wrists, knees and ankles down, completely restraining me. Then He took some tape, and placed it over my mouth, trying to gag me. He started with a small piece of rope, whipping me softly with then, then increasing to a harder touch. At this point, I wasnt too worried about anything, it was feeling very good. Then He took His riding crop and used it on my ass and inner thighs. It was still feeling wonderful, though was getting a little harder. I heard Him put the crop down, then felt the tails from a soft flogger on my shoulders and back. As He teased me with the caress, my body arched off the bed.. god did that small caress feel good. Then the flogger was coming down on my ass, the back of my thighs, my back to my shoulders and my upper arms.. the strokes getting harder, heavier. I started struggling a bit, pulling at the ropes restraining me. He lifted my head by my hair and told me that I looked a little worried. How right He was. He picked up a heavier flogger that had me pulling harder at the ropes as it came down on my ass and back. I worked the tape loose from my mouth. He asked me if I was holding back the tears.. I could only shake my head, as I wasnt. He pulled the tape from my mouth and shoved His cock in. (I do so love sucking on His cock) He shoved a ball gag in my mouth, so that I couldnt work it loose. He put a vibrator against my cunt, but not in, teasing me terribly. He picked up the heavy flogger again and I felt it coming down harder on my ass, legs and my back. I'm sure I struggled harder because He sat down and asked me if I was worried about what I'd gotten myself into. I nodded yes and He simply smiled. Then I felt the paddle on my red ass. That paddle really hurts. My body was jumped in surprise as it connected with my skin. My arms and legs pulling harder at the ropes. He had to put His arm across my back to keep me still and I felt the paddle connect four more times, really hard, on my sore ass. I just wanted to cry, to give Him the tears, to make it all stop. But they werent coming yet, I wasnt ready, it didnt hurt enough yet. Then He picked up the dreaded mexican whip. I hate that whip. To put it simply, it hurts like hell. I know I was trembling on the bed, pulling against the restraints. I felt it coming down on my back and arms, and I struggled. He stopped and my body went limp on the bed, He pulled my head up by my hair again to look in my eyes. He saw fear and uncertainity, He asked me if I was holding back, and if I was worried about what I'd gotten myself into. He then asked if I wanted to stop, and I shook my head no. He kissed my forehead and started with the whipping again. This time, He whipped me much harder, He stopped to take pictures of the welts on my ass and then whipped me some more. My body started shaking, and He knelt in front of me as He brushed away my hair. He leaned forward and tasted the tears He'd worked so hard to get. He ran His fingers through my hair as He kissed my cheek and whispered thank you. He untied me from the restraints and we laid on the bed holding and kissing each other. The Collaring (For the man who's collar I hope to earn and keep forever) They met over lunch. He informed his girl about their special plans for that evening. She smiled, "I'm looking forward to it," without asking about the plans. She knew she would find out, there was no need to question him. He'd given her a list of things to get from home, as well as what items to wear that evening. From the list she realized his plan was to spend the night with her. She could feel warmth spreading deeply inside her. He dropped her off at her home, kissing her before she got out of the car. He tugged at her hair as she sighed into his mouth. His hand ran along her stocking covered legs, under her dress. Lightly he traced his fingertip along the warm skin of her thighs where the stockings ended. Kissing her harder, his hand gripped her inner thigh, pulling her legs open wider. He trailed his fingers up to her pussy, teasing the bare soft lips. She thrust her hips forward, pressing against him. He immediately removed his hand stating, "Get busy. We both had things to do." She bit her lip to keep from protesting. The afternoon went quickly for her as she packed their toy bag, showered, and prepared for him. She got out his favorite dress wondering where they were going that her finest outfit was needed. Putting fresh stockings to her garter belt she slipped them on, then the dress. She finished brushing out her hair and carefully twisted it into a bun. Gazing into the mirror she knew she looked the part of a modest woman. Giggling as she reflected on this, she lifted the dress up, exposing herself to the mirror. If only people knew. He arrived precisely on time, and gathered up their belongings. Looking at his girl he said "You look so lovely for me". She thought how handsome he looked. Seeing him like this always made her heart flutter. Putting the bags in the trunk first he opened the passenger side door for her. She began to smooth down her dress, only to have him push it up to take a peek underneath. "That's exactly what I like." He quipped, and then replaced the hem of her dress. Leaning over her he buckled her belt. These mannerisms, the small caring gestures always made her blush slightly. They arrived at Chardonnay's, an elegant restaurant at the Sheraton's Four Points. They were seated in a private corner table where a beautiful arrangement of flowers sat with a card bearing her name on it. She glanced at him and asked, "May I look at it please?" He gave her a nod of approval. The card simply stated, a night we will never forget. She quietly thanked him. When the waiter came to the table he placed the order for both of them. She had little appetite. Nervous excitement pushed aside the desire for food. But he coaxed her to eat, "You'll be glad later, you'll need the energy." She watched him enjoying his meal while she picked at hers. One of her great pleasures was listening to him talk. She could listen to him for hours. She found comfort in hearing his voice even talking about the day-to-day mundane things. Occasionally she felt his hand on her leg, running a finger over her knees. His touch made her tremble. She smiled across the table at him. He ordered a bottle of wine as he explained she would be allowed one glass. She smiled, replying "Thank you." As he raised his glass he leaned towards her, "Do you think anyone in the restaurant would have a clue what we are about, what the evening would evolve to?" Then…tapping his glass against hers toasted quietly, "To a hard night of pleasure and decadence." She face flushed pink. The two sides suddenly collide. Who knew that this middle aged woman, dressed for dinner in an elegant restaurant, would soon be naked and used by the handsome man across from her. He took his time finishing, casting knowing glances at her. He was teasing her so subtly. She was ready to start their evening, and he knew it. Finally he paid the bill and pulled out her chair. They retrieved their coats. He told her "You won't need to put this on since this is where we are staying for the night." He had her wait by the elevator and retrieved their bags. She wanted to grab one and lighten his burden but knew he'd have none of that. Always in public she was to be a lady, and ladies didn't drag luggage around when there was a man to do it for her. The room was beautiful. The flowers from dinner had been brought up and placed on the table in the room along with a basket of fruit. In the corner of the room was the Jacuzzi. It was beautiful. She was starting to feel overcome with sheer happiness for this man she was sharing life with. He approached and had her turn around. Facing the mirror over a dresser she watched him in it, as he unzipped her dress. He first bared her back and shoulders, kissing each one, lightly biting first one then the other. Biting harder. Her breathing quickened. He'd always had that effect on her. She held herself still for him as the dress was pushed off and onto the floor. He then removed her bra. He reached for her hair and took it out of its bun. He ran his fingers through it as he untwisted it, watching it cascade down her back. He stood behind her, but looked in the mirror at her, "whom do you belong to?" She replied, "I am yours Sir. " He stepped back from her, having her step out of her dress on the floor, so she could hang it up. He sat on the king sized bed and watched every move she made across the room dressed only in her heels, garter and stockings. He was getting aroused. She turned around and he beckoned her back to him. He pointed to the floor and she knelt there, smiling up at him. She waited. He instructed her to remove his shoes and to open his pants. She followed his instructions stopping after she had them open. He told her to take his cock out and suck him. Sitting there watching her, feeling her warm mouth encompass his growing cock, he ran his hands over her waist long hair. He started twisting his fingers in her hair, pulling her up and down on him. He didn't hold back and quickly came in her mouth. Pulling her up to him he kissed her long and hard. He took a moment to catch his breath, before instructing her to fill the Jacuzzi. He began undressing, watching her go across the room, bending down to open the faucet. She looked at the mirror that was along the wall next to the tub as she checked the temperature of the water. She would sneak peeks at him undressing. He walked over behind her, gave a deep smack to her round bottom. She grinned," Thank you." He stepped into the Jacuzzi. On his order she knelt behind him massaging his shoulders as he sat back against the edge of the tub. After 20 minutes he told her to finish undressing and join him. Getting his permission she clipped her hair out of the way, undressed and joined him. The water felt as warm on her skin as she did inside. He pulled her to him and kissed her, and had her sit with her back to him. His hands played over her breasts, pinching and twisting them at times, caressing them otherwise. She could feel his cock growing against her again as he bit her ears and neck. Finally he asked, " Did you noticed the bag on the bed?" Looking over she admitted she hadn't. He chuckled, "do you think you know what's in it?" She shook her head no. She had a hope of what it might be but no she didn't know. He was quiet for a few more minutes as she struggled not to ask him more about it. In his time she would be told. "Are you curious?" Smiling she admitted, "Of course, Sir" "Retrieve the bag" Automatically she reached for a towel, only to be stopped by him. "No." Dripping water she went to the bed to get the bag and felt the weight of it. She handed it to him. He put it on the edge of the tub. Driving her just a little crazy out of hopeful curiosity. She became fidgety which he noticed and chastised her for. The longer she fussed, even quietly about this, the longer it would be before he shared the bags content. Taking a deep breath she willed herself to be still for him. He leaned back and appeared to doze. She smiled, thinking how good it was to see him relaxed. In her opinion he didn't get nearly enough opportunities. For this she could wait she told herself. Finally he opened his eyes looking at her for a full minute before telling her to get him a towel. He stood up as she retrieved it, wrapping it around him as he stepped out of the Jacuzzi. She dried him off. She handed him a soft robe to put on. Crossing the room he stopped in front of a full-length mirror, "bring the bag over here along with a towel." She held onto the bag as he dried her off. He dropped the towel to the floor. He took her by the shoulders and turned her around to face the mirror, taking the bag from her. "Close your eyes" he instructed as he opened the bag, removing what he had for her. She felt his hand glide over her neck, caressing it. "You neck is far too exposed for my liking." She felt him bring something to her neck and wrap it around. She heard a soft click as it was attached. He removed the clip from her hair, letting the length cascade down over her shoulders. He murmured, "How beautiful this looks." She had to work hard to keep her eyes shut. "You may open your eyes now." Eyes focusing on the mirror she took in the beauty of the collar around her neck. She felt tears filling her eyes. Her lips trembled, "Thank you. It is exquisite Sir." He adjusted the collar making sure the ring was perfectly centered in the front, tugging it. "Whom do you belong to." He questioned her. "You Sir." "You accept this collar?" "Yes Sir! It's beautiful." In a firm tone he spoke "You are mine. You belong to no one else. You answer to me and you obey me. Unquestioningly." "Yes Sir." He corrected her, "That is yes Master now. Do you understand?" Trembling she answered him, "yes Master." He asked, "Do you understand that you are now bound to me. No need of any ropes, no other bindings. You are expected to be ready to take all from me without those?" She felt herself sinking into his words. "Yes Master." "You will be everything that you can, for me, your Owner." Sniffling back tears of happiness she replied "yes Master." She asked, "May I touch it Master?" She ran her fingers over it in wonderment as he gave his approval. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever received. She stood still, waiting as he went to the big bag and laid it out on the bed. It exposed all the accouterments of their play. She watched him in the mirror, as his hands would stop first on one item then another before choosing what he wanted. Making his way back to her he spoke, "I expect you to take what I give without being bound. What is on your neck should be strong enough to hold you as I have my way with you." Using his foot he nudged her legs apart giving her better balance for what he was about to do. "Put your hands on either side of the mirror." There she stood, splayed for him. He started out slowly, rhythmically beginning to flog her, moving back and forth over her body, changing now and then to a crop, a cane, paddles, his hands. He watched in pleasure as her skin began to glow then reddened. The skin grew even darker in some spots. He enjoyed the sound of her murmurs, her whimpering. Occasionally crying out. Once in awhile, when the hit was strong she would rock onto her toes then quickly correct her position. Her head would begin to drop, as she got lost in the sensation. He'd take a hand full of hair; twist it as he pulled back, yanking her head up, forcing her to watch herself, and him. To see all he was giving her. To see all she was about to take from him. He would lean against her. The material from the robe rubbed against her abrasions before it opened to allow the feel of her hot beaten skin. He kissed and bit her neck, shoulders, and ears. Passion rising he'd bit harder and harder. He pressed his hard cock against her. "Impale yourself on me." He growled to her as she squirmed around to get him inside. Wrapping an arm around her he ground it as deeply as he could into her, feeling her wetness grow around him as he mauled her breasts and nipples. She was panting hard, moving her ass against him. He sunk his teeth in hard, pulling on the skin as he came deep in her. Pulling out she felt his wetness oozing out of her. She was given permission to move and told to get on the bed, on her back, open for him. He removed his robe and lay beside her, caressing her with care. He laid back and pulled her to him, her head on his chest. Once in awhile he would reach around her and grab at her aching skin just to hear her whimper. He smiled. They dozed for a time. He nudged her over onto her back again and loomed over her, grinning down as she smiled back at him. He asked "are you ready for more? When she said, "yes Master", he added, chuckling, "not that it matters". He had her put herself spread-eagled on the bed. Again expecting her to hold her position as he teased and tormented her. He didn't leave any skin untouched, by his hands, his mouth, and their toys. From head to feet, he used all of her fully. At times she gripped the bedcovers hard, her knuckles turning white. Her body writhed despite her efforts to hold still. Welts appeared on her breasts, her thighs, marking her all over as he wished. He kissed her mound, making her moan. His fingers explored between her wet swollen lips. He began to work his fingers inside her asking her "What do you wish for right here and now?" It took several tries for her to be able to speak. "I want you to take me, fist me, to put your hand inside. Take me inside as well as outside." He was only too happy to accommodate her desire. Working his entire hand inside he explored her, touching deeply, rubbing her deep inside. He felt the softness of her cervix, the sponginess of her g-spot. Her whimpers grew louder and more intense. He felt her squeezing his hand as she begged him over and over again, "Please don't stop." He didn't stop until he felt her convulse around his hand. Carefully he removed his hand, and brought it to her mouth to suck the juices. He had her lay on her side, her back against him. Her skin was hot, particularly her well beaten bottom as he began to work himself into her tightest opening. Harder and faster, he felt her move back against him, thrusting along with him. Remaining inside he pushed her onto her stomach and moved his hips faster, deeper inside her. She groaned into the pillow. He felt himself expand, explode. Spent he collapsed onto her back, brushing the long hair out of the way. He whispered "What a good girl you have been. I am very happy that you are mine." He slid off and pulled her close once more, telling her they needed to shower but it could wait, for a little while. He wrapped a blanket over them both, capturing the heat of their body underneath it; they quickly fell asleep wrapped up in each other. The Collaring Ceremony I am placed carefully into a car, strong, hot hands grip my waist and I feel pressure on the top of my head as I am guided carefully but assertively into the front seat. I can feel the fumbling of fingers around the seatbelt as it is buckled in place at my hip. My breath catches at the feel of his hands skimming against my thigh. I fidget in my seat, my cunt starting to ache at the contact. As the door clicks firmly shut, I am left alone in the car. I place my hands on my lap and strain to hear his footsteps round the car as he makes his way to the driver's side. My blindfold is comfortable as I wait shaking slightly, wondering what he has planned for me. I hear the driver side door open and turn my face towards him, a wide smile on my face as I try to convey my excitement and confusion to him. I feel soft fingers stroke my cheek and I tilt my head into his hot hands, rubbing affectionately like a kitten. I open my mouth to ask where we are going, but before the words fall from my lips he grabs my face hard, digging his fingers into the hollows of my cheeks. "Not a word little one...not till I say. Understand?" I nod silently and his grip softens to a caress again before turning the key to start the car. As the engine purrs to life I feel the delicious vibrations through my thin white dress, made all the more intense by the fact I had been instructed not to wear any knickers. I squirm slightly in my seat, trying to generate a little more friction, but also worried at the punishment I may receive if I leave a wet patch on his seat. I can almost feel him smirking at my predicament. I sit myself back into my seat and basque in the warm pool of light beating down through the windscreen, trying to calm myself. After a short while, I feel the car slow to a stop and before I can even register what is happening I hear his car door slam shut. I sit bolt upright, awaiting my fate. I love this bit...the unknown, the anticipation, and his ability to tease me so efficiently. My door opens and a hand reaches across to undo my seatbelt, lingering across my belly longer than is needed for the task. I can feel his breath on my face as he reaches for me, taking my waist in his hands again and lifting me gently from the car. I feel the cool breeze instantly penetrate my thin dress, the material billowing slightly, causing a delicious tingle over my body. My nipples react to the cold, but also to the surroundings and to him. I can tell from the slightly damp smell of moss and bracken that we are in some kind of wooded area. My bare feet rest against the firm, coarse surface of the ground beneath them. I hope he would not make me walk far, but know I would walk to the ends of the earth for him if he instructed it. He leads me gently by the hand, I can hear him kicking things away...maybe making my way a little easier, as his firm grasp drives me forward. I am aware of us arriving at a clearing. I can tell because the blindfold takes on an orange glow through the black material...we are no longer under the canopy of trees, but bathed in the warm sunlight again. He pulls me forward a few steps and stands me still. I can feel him walking round me and I sense his eyes looking me up and down. He moves closer, tightening the circle and I can feel my body, my cunt, react to his proximity. Without warning he is in front of me, so close I can smell his breath. I take a deep breath in, drinking him in, before he crushes his lips against mine, our tongues dancing and our breaths merging. He steps away quickly, leaving me breathless and wanting so much more. "Mine," is all he says, I almost moan aloud at that word. He circles some more, before standing behind me and gripping tight at my shoulders. I wince at the firm grasp he has on me, then he releases just as suddenly. I can still feel the ghost of his fingers digging in to my flesh. "Mine," he repeats. Again, as he circles I can feel my juices begin to drip down my inner thigh, so slightly. He takes hold of my hands. "Mine." He circles me again, I am whimpering now, delighting in the way he claims my body as his...each part his own. I feel my body shake with want and need as he is suddenly behind me again. He spanks me...hard, once on the right cheek, and then again on the left. The force almost sends me tumbling forward, but I mange to stop myself just before losing my balance. "Mine." He sounds so calm, so composed compared to my desperate moaning. I long to see his face, read his expression. I want to know where this is heading, but I relish the anticipation of the unknown. He stands in front of me now, just inches from my face. He takes each of my erect nipples between his fingers and twists and pulls at them through the thin material of my dress. I stick them out towards him, proudly displaying myself for him. He pulls them so hard tears begin to well up in my eyes. As he releases them he palms my breasts, rubbing and caressing them...easing the slight pain. "These are...Mine." I shudder at his words, my juices now flowing freely from my cunt and trickling down my thighs. Before I have time to know what else he might claim, his hand grabs firmly at my cunt, parting my lips and running his fingers over my soaked clit. "Mine." He rubs once. "Mine." His finger finds my opening. "Mine." He thrusts his finger deep inside me as I moan out loud. "What are you pet?" he coos in my ear, his breath tickling there. "Sir, I am yours...always yours. You have my body, my mind and my soul. You are the keeper of my secrets, my fears, my inner most demons. You own my laughter, my tears, my frustration. Everything I have is yours...to do with and use as you see fit...always," I reply confidently. "You are mine. My possession, my angel, my slut, my whore. I will use you whenever I desire. I will guide you, teach you, hold you, correct you and punish you. I will treasure your gift as the most precious thing in the entire world. You will obey me, and I will listen when you need me. I will be there for you, just as you will be there for me. We are one, unbreakable and connected for all time. You will need no other...as I will need no other. You are mine. Now and always." As he says those last words I feel something cold snake round my neck, a cold metal choker of some type. It is then that I realise what is happening and the tears flow freely now...understanding his words, feeling the conviction of mine. He removes the blindfold and I squint into the light. I see his black silhouette before me as the sun shines behind him. His dark figure hovers over me as I reach out for him with one hand and reach for the collar with the other. "Say hello to your Master." He kisses me softly then pushes me roughly to the floor, ready to claim his possession in full. The Collaring Ceremony I've been trying to teach this old dog some new tricks. As always, I would greatly appreciate your feedback. -Otis ************ Her name was Juliette but he was no Romeo in the ordinary sense as we like to think of that name. Then again these were by no means ordinary times. They had met at one of the frequent collaring ceremonies performed in the dignified stillness of the powder blue meditation chamber inside the Rothko Chapel safely nestled in the leafy Montrose district. Some hapless athlete, with well defined abs and cocky attitude no doubt had allowed himself to get in too deep with a glamorous masturbatrix slaver, sporting a two hundred and fifty dollar manicure, who once having seduced him, now led him down the aisle by leash so he could profess his naked and undying devotion to her in front of friends (his and hers), a retinue of BDSM enthusiasts, and prospective buyers seated on the hard Spartan benches under the octagonal skylight. For the slave, this was the hazard of revealing one's innermost secrets to the wrong person. One could easily forfeit their freedom forever once one's dirty little secrets were revealed to the world. After all, this was the age of the thought police, ubiquitous and surreptitious, zealously engaged in the construct of a new culture in which there could no longer be a reasonable expectation of privacy. It was at these social gatherings where men and women weak enough to be ensnared forfeited the privacy of what were once called "private parts", shackled forever into cruel and mocking servitude. The master slave relationship so glorified in this otherwise dignified setting would go on to inexorably extract the slave's body from its personality leaving the latter to wither on the vine. There had been a time in the not too distant past when individuals like the young man being exhibited were entitled to their own thoughts, opinions, and fantasies, however vile, however deviant, so long as they never harmed others by acting on them. But after years of political correctness, flash mobs, both virtual and actual, now turned on anyone whose politically offensive thoughts or deviant fantasies were somehow revealed and leaked to social media, ultimately stripping the victim of his reputation, wealth and liberty. The very technology that had shown so much promise in expanding the opportunities for unfettered communication now threatened and undermined the free exchange of intimate thoughts and sexual fantasy. "Unprotected" phone sex even between friends had led to the public disgrace and enslavement of many a submissive carelessly looking for a safe place to vent. Ironically, those who had been blessed with the most to lose were now cursed with the strictest vows of chastity and silence when they were among equals and superiors. Indiscretions could only safely occur in front of slaves, as they were no longer considered human and their testimony would be inadmissible in a court of law or court of public opinion. This in turn fueled an ever growing demand for well educated and emotionally intelligent slaves in whom a master or mistress could confide or casually drop pretenses without fear of societal condemnation. Gary was a regular at these Rothko events. He himself had grown rich as a successful slaver, and, being a tenured professor at a local ivy league university, he taught aspiring and ambitious graduate students the psychosexual nuances and effective training techniques pertinent to the master slave relationship. Not surprisingly, he had managed to enslave quite a few of his own nubile coeds after first bedding them down outside of class. Gary watched with amusement as the naked young man approach the microphone to confess his moral failings and filthy fetishes to former friends, lovers, and colleagues who had known him when he was still a person in his own right with the legal competency to give or withhold consent to the sexual abuses now awaiting him in this, his next life. Such confessions were good for the soul, and provided the bright line of demarcation between those who remained free and those who had squandered any right to retain their personhood. While Gary didn't necessary believe in abuse or sadism for its own sake he held the conviction that submissive men and women were existentially lost until they found an honorable and compassionate owner to whom they could surrender. This was the way of the world, at least the world of today, and collaring ceremonies like this one were the brick and mortar, the glue that kept it all together, sanctifying the exchange of vows between Owner and Slave, officially sanctioning the Master-slave relationship, pretty much like the State had legalized gay marriage years before. The audience roundly applauded as the Mistress recited her vow to forever protect, train, and mold her easy mark until she saw fit to sell him at auction to the highest bidder. After the vows were exchanged, the slave, his body, sweaty and fully exposed, sprinkled with fragrant red and white rose pedals, his feet shackled in chains, was led outside by a maid of honor into the humid afternoon air towards a remarkable reflecting pool in which a four sided obelisk with a pyramidal point was inverted to touch point to point with a smaller pyramid rising out of a murky shallow basin. In front of the monumental sculpture he was shamelessly groped, photographed and videotaped in his newfound public disgrace. In the background one could hear unobtrusive mellifluous new age music emanating from unseen speakers. As was the custom, the novice was ordered to get down on all fours to lick the heels and the soles of the shoes of those with whom he had once shared equality, friendship, and intimate secrets. A former girlfriend mockingly posed for the video-cams as she teased his cock into erection, slowly milking him into a very public and copious climax against the befitting double phallic backdrop. It was at this reception that Gary met Juliette. She was in her mid twenties; he was clearly old enough to be her father. He immediately observed her exquisite and willowy charm, offset by the wildly windblown black frizzy hair. Upon further inspection, he made note of her fetching freckles, her nicely proportioned hourglass figure, all wrapped together in a cheap poorly fitting navy blue pin-stripe suit, vaguely suggesting at once the genteel poverty of apprenticeship and a subliminal lack of confidence. There was something in her countenance that suggested something more than sensitivity, perhaps a concealment of vulnerability. He was drawn to her youthful innocence, her apparent lack of baggage, boyfriends, children, commitments. In time she would be drawn to his practiced swagger, his worldliness, that remarkable appetite driving him to relentlessly hunt down the objects of his desire, and the way he savored his conquests in leisure. Even in middle age Gary could still serve up that Bad Boys' intoxicating, exotic elixir the younger women always craved, comprised of one part danger, one part rescue, one part delirium, one part lasting regret. Being the academic, as well as an astute observer of the obvious, he knew that many young woman like Juliette were being pummeled by the "current economic meltdown" with no prospects for relief in sight and as a result were now more inclined to view adult companionship with an older and successful man more palatable than would have been the case in more prosperous times. After all, he was ensconced in a secure, well paying position at the University, he had nice cars plural, a spacious home in West University as well as a beach house in Kemah, steady income streams from undisclosed sources, and a disarming smile- a royal flush in the casino of first impressions if there ever was one. At the cash bar he asked her what brought her out to the event. She replied with nervous laughter she had been very good friends with the slave years ago and that it was his sister who had sent her the invite. Gary's eyes narrowed as he calculated that she was likely a closet submissive drawn to this sort of pageantry like one more moth to a flame. She would be fun to train. Their relationship flowered in due course, slowly unfolding not unlike so many of the vanilla liaisons he himself had observed from a distance. With every new familiarity she found herself being drawn from the outward margins of casual acquaintance into the very interior of his comfortable life. They came to spend most of their leisure time at his Kemah beach house overlooking one of the canals. She was very comfortable with her body and he encouraged her to walk around the house naked while he was dressed. His fingers hungered for every opportunity to stroke her young and perfect nubile body. She was young enough to be his daughter and he felt the younger man inside him come to life every time he grazed the freckles on her back, every time he cupped his hands to claim exclusive ownership of her haunches. She giggled like a child and her nipples became erect whenever he playfully pinched them and squeezed her perfect perky breasts. Under his tutelage and patient grooming she revealed herself to be a passionate and receptive lover. He loved to hear her softly moan and cry out like some kind of feral animal in heat under his weight every time he forced himself into the dark moist center of her being. All that said, he could not help but surmise that she was no longer fully satisfied with ordinary sexual experiences and now she needed something different to satisfy the unmet and unspeakable urges that could have no name in this, the age of the thought police. Inwardly, he knew that she had the need to discuss her deviant needs with a real adult after years of rehearsing so many forbidden confessions with the transient phantoms of her imagination. If this was to be a successful interrogation he would have to assure her that her secrets were safe with him and that she would not be out-ed. He smiled broadly as she brought him the two plates of quiche she had prepared for their lunch. She mischievously licked her lips as he poured the fine Cabernet Sauvignon into the two waiting wine glasses. She sat her bare bottom next to him on the sofa and surrendered to his tongue as it snaked deep into her mouth. As was his new found custom he began to play with the trimmed mound of her pubic hair until he found her clit. He drove her crazy with delight as his fingers found the rhythm that she had already allowed herself to become addicted to. She kissed him and told him that she loved him "a whole lot". She pushed herself into his two probing fingers until his wet knuckles found her ecstasy and climax. It always gave him no small amount of pleasure whenever he considered how one person's casual habits could become another person's lifelong addiction. After lunch, after their hunger was satisfied, after her desire was sated, he broached the forbidden topic. "Juliette, my dearest pet, tell me, how do you feel about the time we spend together?" "I feel so protected in your arms and free to be who I am. I feel that I can share my thoughts with you without fear of judgment." He could see a waft of unease cloud her otherwise clear youthful features. He was about to put her assertion and his hypothesis to the test. "Go on, Juliette." "Gary, I feel safe and secure for the first time in my life. "You seem to be able to understand me in ways guys my own age can't even begin to." "I think we're going somewhere interesting with this. "Go on," he prodded her. "But this is a big adjustment for me and it's going to take some time for me to get used to it." "You're not about to give me that goodbye look, are you?" he asked slyly. "No, silly rabbit. I'm all yours. I've been very happy with the way we are." "Juliette, I know that there's been a very bad economy out there. Lord knows, there's so many young people just out of school who may never find work or find a career for themselves, and I guess there's no one to blame for all this." "What are you trying to say, Gary?" she asked, her curiosity kindled. "I'm saying that I can understand how it must be real scary for you trying to be on your own, trying to live like a real adult with a real job, trying to support yourself." "I've been afraid for a long time," she gulped, perhaps making this admission for the first time, tears beginning to rinse her mascara. "I worry about you being taken advantage of, being exploited by someone who doesn't care about you like I do." By now her tears were beginning to fall like a light spring rain. Here she was, naked with this older man, tipsy in his beach house, and he was circling her forbidden thoughts like some kind of shark. "There, there, my pet. It's not that bad. Let's face it. "You and I both know that there are people who just aren't cut out to manage their own lives. "They aren't hardwired to make their own choices, their own decisions." An uncomfortably long pregnant pause began to chill the room. "You're one of those people, aren't you, Juliette? "Tell me. I need to know. You owe me that." This was the moment she feared most. That someone would stumble upon her truth, and call her on it. "What are you going to do with me," she asked, lamely covering her breasts with a pillow, raising and crossing her legs to protect her sex. "Don't despair, my pet. You should know by now how much I care about you. "You should know that I only want what's best for you. "You need to tell me, my dear Juliette, do you feel overly burdened by having to have control over your own life?" Her eyes were beginning to burn from the tears. Part of her hated him for forcing her to confront what she already knew was lacking in her life, and another part of her was trying to quiet the arousal rising within her as she imagined what it would be like to surrender her freedom to him and spend the rest of her life as his naked chattel on display to all those who came into his wide social circle . She had long ago tired of all the shallow chit chat, the monotonous give and take between alleged equals in relationship, and right now, in this, the here and now, she was skating out of control, about to crash the elusive and feeble conviction that she could have ever amounted to anything meaningful in her own right. She was going to reveal herself fully to him and lose it all. Softly sobbing, she admitted to him that she had always had the urge to serve, to be humiliated. She told him that she had gone to the collaring ceremonies to stoke those fantasies she knew she was forbidden to have. She told him that she secretly envied those slaves who had been so cruelly brought down in seduction only to be raised up on stage to face a lifetime of public disgrace and humiliation. She confessed how abjectly draining and deadening it was for her to be in vanilla relationships with so called "normal" men her own age. She told him how much she hated herself for not being able to curb these feelings. They stared at each other for a long time. Finally, he said to her, "that wasn't so bad was it? "Wouldn't it be comforting just to let someone else take the weight of all that self-control off your aching and exhausted shoulders?" She felt exposed and ashamed. She felt like a little girl, utterly exhausted, having been put through the wringer, sitting so naked in front of him. But she also felt like he had overwhelmed her senses, rolled her tummy over onto his lap, summarily lancing a festering secret that had darkened her life for such a long time. "There comes a time in the development of every slave," he told her, "when one has to choose who they will surrender to. "Wouldn't you rather give away your freedom to someone who you know will love and protect you rather than to someone who will hurt you and abuse you for the rest of your life?" "What would you do to me?" she inquired guardedly, trying to conceal her concerns. "I would make you over into something beautiful and save you from that awful burden of having to live your life for yourself." "Go on, Gary," she said softly, the tears drying on her cheeks. "I would mold you into the image of all I desire in a slave. I would teach you and train you to find your pleasure in submitting to and satisfying other people's needs. "You would derive all your pleasure by pleasing me and I would be the center of your universe. "You would hand over to me the totality of your personality, your likes, your dislikes, your hopes, your fears, your destiny. "Choosing to stay with me would be the very last choice you'd ever have to make and it would also be the most precious gift you could ever give me." "Gary, why can't things between us remain the way they are? Why do we have change anything?" "Because now that we both know who and what you are, we can never go back to the way things were. "You are in danger and the world out there will never be able to accept you any other way," he told her. "Why can't we go on letting this be our dirty little secret?" she asked him. "Because there are no such things as secrets anymore, Juliette. "You will be found out no matter how careful you are. "It's just a matter of time before you are captured and enslaved by this unforgiving and mercenary world that could never begin to understand you the way I do, a world that exists to pull itself up on your downfall, a world that will laugh every time you cry out from the hurt and pain it inflicts upon you. "Whenever I administer your discipline it shall not be to abuse but rather because this is what we both know you want and you need. "Don't you see? I can complete you like no one else can." Within several weeks the sizzling summer heat had made its arrival undeniable and tourists were flocking to the beaches and local attractions dotting the Galveston Bay. Gary and his companion left the beach house in search of some fine dining nearby as they walked towards the Kemah Boardwalk with its assortment of sea food restaurants, amusement rides, boutiques, and the four hundred slip marina. He was dressed to the nines in his white cotton polo shirt, designer jeans and hipster sunglasses, befitting a man in possession of property and command. In her face one could discern the serenity of one who had finally divorced all her demons, a face without thought, a face without a care in the world. Her youthful hourglass body was by now fully tanned, supple, graceful, peppered by the freckles on her shoulders and on the top of her breasts, fully exposed to the salty air. As was her new found custom, she wore nothing other than flip flops to protect her feet and His leather collar fastened around her neck. She nodded and smiled at the tourists going hither and yon as he held the leash taut. She had much to look forward to. In a couple of weeks she would meet and greet her friends and family at the Rothko Chapel. The Collaring of Slave Brian It was during a friendly game of cards that I discovered him. Brian was in the room with Lady Cecilia and I that day. We sat around playing cards and chatting. I watched him move silently around the room, refilling the glasses without being asked. Lady Cecilia was his owner, but soon after she acquired him, she discovered she had more of a taste for blonde, shaven slaves, so she paid him little attention. Brian was darker skinned, his hair was thick and black, covering his chest and legs. As the game progressed, she said that she was restless and had need of some air. She excused herself and left me alone with him. He was in a corner, sitting quietly on a cushion. He had been watching us chatter and play the game. I beckoned for him to bring more wine and he did as he was told. I took his arm and removed the glass decanter from his hand. Setting it on the table, I had him sit beside me on the floor. “Your Mistress ignores you, I see. Perhaps you have done something to displease her.” I said this as almost a question. He said nothing. “You may speak to me.” “It may be because I am not blonde, Mistress. I am not like the other playthings she has now. They are thinner where I am thick. They are shaven where I am covered with hair.” He never once met my eyes during this confession. He stared at the tiled floor instead. I made up my mind to ask Cecilia more about him. Cecilia now breezed back into the room and dismissed Brian with a wave of her hand. She did not notice that he stole a look at me from the doorway. She was in good spirits; the air must have refreshed her some. We chatted gaily for almost an hour when I mentioned Brian to her. She seemed not to have much interest in him when she spoke, so when we again played the card game, I made her a bet. If I won the game, I would take him from her. She laughed and readily agreed to the challenge. When I threw down the winning hand, she laughed again. She rang a small bell and a servant appeared hastily. She instructed him to get Brian ready to leave, that he had found a new home. This task completed, she walked me outside to the waiting car. Brian was taken quickly from his room by the servant and bathed. He was dressed in clean garments and taken to the car around back. The servant shoved him inside, much to the delight of the hovering slaves that were busy with chores in the yard. Brian could hear them snickering and laughing amongst themselves as they carried on with work. He knew what they must be saying. Maybe he had displeased Mistress Cecilia and now he was going to be sent away from her. The driver drove the car around to the front of the house. The door was opened and I got in. I leaned against the cool leather of the car and settled in for the long ride home. He was quiet, but I could feel his eyes on me and could sense he had questions, but still he remained silent. We arrived home about an hour later, and I bade him to follow me into the house. He did so, slowly and determined. He followed me into the study and I motioned for him to sit in front of me. When he was sitting, I made him face me so that I could see him. I studied his face, noting the stubble on his cheeks and chin. I could see the thick black hair from under the clean white shirt and it excited me. I touched his face now. I traced his face with my fingertips. His lips were soft and full. His eyes were brown and large, his cheekbones finely structured. When I had my fill of memorizing his face, I reached for his hand. It was so much bigger than my own. His whole being was so much bigger than my own. I wanted nothing more than to feel his weight upon me, crushing me, engulfing me. I could feel my own pulse racing at the thought. Where he thought he was lacking in looks, he was indeed breath-taking to look at. I would allow him a night to settle in, get used to the new surroundings, and have a meal with me. I never rushed. I always liked to take my time. I found that I got better results with a little bit of kindness. The males would vie for my affections, always trying to outdo one another to win the spot in my bed. I got up from the chair and made him follow. Together, we explored the house. I showed him his room and introduced him to Tristan and Joel, my other slaves. They studied Brian as I had, and nodded their greeting. They were told to make him welcome, as he was now a part of our home. I left him in Tristan’s care with instructions that I wanted to have dinner in my room with Brian. Tristan was well-tanned, with flowing dirty blonde hair that hung past his shoulders. He had a tattoo of a dragon on his arm. He was my rogue, my warrior slave. Joel was smaller and faster than Tristan. He could out run him every time. He was the cook and could give wonderful massages. Tristan was bolder, sturdier in body than Joel. Now that I had Brian, it seemed I had created a wonderful mix. Dinner was served three hours later. Brian ate with me in the room. He was quiet, well-mannered and nodded his appreciation when Joel filled his plate and glass. It was now that I wanted the time with him alone, no distractions, and no disturbances. Joel shut the door on his way out. When the meal was over, Brian cleared the small table and stacked the dishes neatly on the tray. Then he came and sat at my feet. I stroked his hair a little, deciding that I would get Tristan to tend to it tomorrow. “You may stay for a bit here. I wish to have some time with you before you sleep.” “Yes, Mistress”. “Go draw me a bath, Brian. You are going to wash my hair.” He rose quickly and found his way into the large bathroom. I heard the water come on a moment later. I rested in the armchair. The meal was quite filling and it had been a long day. I wanted to rest a little, plan a little and give Brian a few small tasks to complete. It was still relatively early. Joel and Tristan would be busy for a while, having to clean up the kitchen after the meal and attend to several other things before returning to my room after my long bath. I could hear Brian moving about in the other room and I closed my eyes for a moment, reflecting. Tristan and Joel had been with me six and eight months respectively now. Tristan had come first. I found him in a club in New York. He was young, new and uncollared. I approached him, bought him a plane ticket and took him home with me. I found out quickly that he could not cook very well, in fact, hardly at all. After a few mishaps in the kitchen, I set out to find another that could cook. I would find other uses for Tristan. Joel was a birthday gift about two months later. A friend of mine gave me a set of fine cookware and sent Joel to deliver it to me. I found out the first morning that Joel was more adept with cooking than Tristan when breakfast was served to me on a silver tray. He woke me with coffee and a light meal. I fed him and Tristan tidbits of food and the three of us spent a cozy morning in bed. Brian had now come back to the bedroom, the bath task having been completed. He helped me from the chair and led me towards the tub. He had dimmed the lights and lit some small candles that he had found on the counter. The tub was near full with warm scented water. I could see that he had laid out a towel and draped my robe over the back of a small chair. He undressed me and helped me into the tub. He took up a small sponge and washed me gently. Then he began to wash my hair. His movements were slow and deliberate, as though he were afraid of making a mistake. When the task was done, he let out the water in the tub and dried me off. Soon, I was wrapped up in my robe with a towel around my hair. Tristan and Joel were kneeling by the bed when we emerged. They were naked except for the gold clamps decorating their nipples. Joel had brought more wine and Tristan had brought the hairbrush. “Help Brian with the chores, then you will attend to me.” Tristan and Joel rose up and Brian followed them. They cleared up the table from dinner and proceeded down the hall. I took this opportunity to settle into my favorite chair while I waited for them. When they returned, I bade Brian to sit on a small cushion halfway across the room where he could see Tristan and Joel at work. Joel brought over a small stool and propped my feet up. Tristan was to tend to the task of untangling my long hair with the brush and Joel was going to paint my toes a fiery red color. Tristan had now set to braiding my hair and coiling it above my head. When he stood in front of me to arrange a loose curl, I took the opportunity to stroke his cock. Joel had finished his task and was kneeling by the stool. I called his name aloud and he crawled to me; his hardening cock evident. I had Tristan stand in front of me in the chair and Joel stood at my side. I touched both of them now, pulled on their clamped nipples and stroked their backs in turn. I could see Brian on the cushion. He was not watching, not knowing if he should. He had not been told to do so. I called to him softly and he crept over to the other side of me. I did nothing more than play with his nipples a little before dismissing all three for the night. The day passed by quickly. Joel brought me breakfast in bed and Tristan came to unwind my hair from the braid so that it hung in long waves down my back. Brian was to spend the morning in the garden and then help Joel later with the evening meal. Tristan had been instructed to tend to Brian’s unruly hair and then send him in to me for the rest of the night. I entertained for a bit after luncheon then spent the rest of the day catching up on rest and reading. We ate the evening meal in the garden, the four of us. They ate quietly at the low table beside me, ever-attentive, and already I could see Brian was trying to fit in as best he could. Tristan and Joel were going to attend a party later while I stayed home with Brian. I often lent them to various friends for the evening. They were well-behaved and I had several offers for them during the months. I left the three of them in the garden and went to my room. The car for Tristan and Joel would be arriving soon and I wanted to see them off. When the bell rang about an hour and a half later, Tristan and Joel were kneeling by the door. They were dressed in short black vests and clamps. They had small weights attached to their cock rings. “Let me hear how only how splendid you performed tonight. Heed the Masters and Mistresses wishes. Now go.” When they had been taken away, I closed the door and turned to Brian. “You will come with me.” He followed me to the bedroom. The candles were lit, the incense was already burning, and Joel had left the wine on the table. I beckoned him over to the bed, where I now discarded my robe and was watching him. Tristan had trimmed the bottom of his hair quite a bit. He had slicked it back some and it now fell in soft waves around Brian’s face. He crept over to me silently and sat gently on the edge of the bed. He stole quick glances at me, fearful that he would somehow anger me by doing this. “Look at me.” His eyes scanned the tight lace shirt that hugged my breasts, took in the long legs and painted toes, and saw the skimpy thong panties I had on. “Undress yourself. I want to look at you”. He stood beside the bed and shed the white linen shirt and dark trousers. He wore nothing underneath but the gold nipple clamps Tristan had fastened to him and he had been adorned with a gold cock ring. I bade him to lie beside me on the bed. He did so, his breath coming a little quicker as I ran my hands over his body. His chest was matted with black curly hair. His cock was already at attention. I touched him repeatedly on his face, his chest, his cock. I stood up and instructed him to kneel. He got on all fours and waited. I stroked his back lightly with my nails. I ran my hand over his buttocks, smooth and firm they were. I gave each one a spank. "Bring me the blue suede flogger from the chest." He crawled to the open box. Just as he was about to reach in with one hand, he quickly turned to me. I nodded. "Bring it in your mouth." He held the handle gently in his lips and crawled back to me. "Present the flogger." He removed it from his mouth and on his knees, held it out to me with both hands. I took it from him and again had him get on all fours. I stood beside him and began to whip him on his back and buttocks, lightly at first. Several minutes passed before I ceased. "Kneel up and let me look at you." He rose up and placed his hands behind his back. I reached down and grasped the chain on his nipple clamps. I tugged hard several times, yet he did not wince. My eyes were steely as I looked him over. There was a flush in his cheeks and his eyes appeared glassy. "Get on the bed face-up." He stood up and went to the bed. Lying down upon it, he closed his eyes and stretched out his limbs. I ran my hand over his chest, pinching each nipple in turn. I enjoyed feeling the ripples of muscle in his stomach and the hardness of his cock. I wrapped my hand around it and gave it a firm squeeze. He lay still; his only movement was the rising of his chest with every breath. I stroked his calves and slapped his right thigh open-palmed. I noted that his cock was fully erect. A beautiful member it was, about eight inches in length and wonderfully thick. I gave it another firm stroke. “Kiss me”, I told him. He turned to face me on the bed and brought his lips to mine. His kisses were passionate, as if he had been saving them for me. I could feel the stubble on his cheek rubbing against me when he began to kiss my neck. I placed his hand over my breast and he caressed the soft nipple through the lace. I sighed as his mouth found the awakening peak through the shirt and he began to suck on it. I could feel his cock against my thigh, hard and insistent. He rained kisses on my lips and my breasts. My pussy was already wet and I wanted to have him inside me, but I could wait. I would wait for the moment that would remain in his head for as long as he stayed here with me. When he entered me, he would know whom he belonged to. He removed my shirt as he was told and cupped my breast tenderly. He licked and sucked on the pliant peak, bringing soft moans of pleasure from me. I took hold of his hair and pressed his mouth to my chest. He rolled on top of me and I could feel his cock pressing against the panties. When I told to him to remove my panties, he ripped them off and threw them to the floor. Then for just a moment, he stopped and looked at me. His breath was ragged and his cock was on fire. I opened my legs for him and told him to lick my pussy. I was wet and hot, and he lapped at me until my juices were all over his face. He drank of me until I could no longer stand it. With my hands, I now pulled him up to me. His cock was against my pussy, seeking its entry. When he entered me, he groaned aloud and pushed his way in. I could feel him stretching the walls of my pussy with his throbbing cock. He was savoring this wonderful bliss. His hands were under me, pulling me closer to him and filling me with his cock. I watched him now. Saw the look of desire in his eyes and knew I had made the right choice. He fucked me slowly, pushing himself further and further inside me until I cried out. He was bathed in sweat; the scent of sex filled the room. I pulled him to me so that his entire body covered my own. His weight was crushing me as he drove his hardness into me over and over. This was what I had wanted. I clawed his back with my nails, could feel the insistent throbbing of his prick inside me. His tongue was on my nipples again, biting the peaks as he fucked me. I came at last, my hands wrapped up in his hair and a cry from my lips. My cunt was aching from his sex, but still I wanted more. It was now that I fucked him. Slowly and gently at first, then harder and faster. I took his hands and put them on my waist. Felt him driving himself into me as he bounced me so easily on his cock. He filled my aching pussy. His soft moans were music to my ears. I lay atop him, his rock hard member still pulsating inside me. “Thank you, Mistress”, I heard him murmur into my ear. “Draw us a bath. Then you will make love to me again.” He washed me softly, nuzzling against my neck ever so often. I leaned back against him, the warm water surrounding us. Now, I could feel his cock getting hard behind me as he washed my breasts with the sponge. I pressed my ass against it, loving the feel of him. There would be more to come later, but not now. While the water drained away, Brian dried me with a soft white towel and helped me into my robe. I had Brian kneel once more before me. It was then I spoke. "Why are you here?" "To serve you, Mistress." "Why do you serve me?" "To please you. To show my respect, Mistress." "To whom do you belong to?" "You, Mistress, only you." "In return for my guidance, what do you offer me?" "Honesty, loyalty and trust, Mistress. To promise to give myself over to you. To obey and show expedience, Mistress." With this, he kissed my feet.