Collared

The col­lar goes on, locked around my neck. I stand up, on his orders,  remove my panties so that he can push my njoy plug in, leav­ing my night­gown on. He likes to pull the bodice down, leav­ing my breasts exposed and the gown bunched up around my mid­dles. I kneel between his legs, he takes my glasses off and pushes my head down. The images on the big screen blur into indis­tinct shapes, but I can hear the sounds of porn blar­ing on the tele­vi­sion behind me. He starts off soft and warm upon my tongue, but as I hun­grily feast upon his cock, he hard­ens, enlarges until he over­fills my mouth.

When I’m not suck­ing fast enough or deep enough for his taste, he winds his hands into the my hair, and guides my head. He loves to push down, forc­ing his cock past the bar­rier of my tongue so that it pushes into my throat until I gag and cough. He does it over and over again, each time going a lit­tle fur­ther. Each time I pull off, gag­ging and sput­ter­ing, eyes stream­ing, spit­ting onto his cock, mak­ing every­thing wet­ter and slicker. He fucks my throat until I’m mak­ing lit­tle noises of plea­sure and the slick­ness between my legs matches the slick­ness in my mouth.

Then he pulls me onto him, night­gown still bunched around my waist, his hands on my breasts, seek­ing the nip­ples to pull as he forces me to ride him, bounc­ing up and down on his lap until I’m too slick to keep him inside me and he keeps pop­ping out. He pushes me to my elbows and knees before him, kick­ing my legs aparts until my cheeks are spread obscenely apart, my swollen lips bulging between them like some over­ripe fruit. He takes a towel and roughly wipes me down, the motion almost clin­i­cal, the towel rough against my swollen parts, against my engorged clit. Then he takes me by the waist to pull me back onto him, forc­ing me to move on him, up and down while he half watches the movie over my shoulder.

It goes on like this for a while, alter­nat­ing between on my knees before him, wor­ship­ping his cock, hav­ing it forced down my throat until I gag, then pulled on top of him, bounc­ing on his lap while his cock dri­ves deep inside me. Some­times he pushes me on my knees and spanks me until each blow feels like the thrust of his cock and I can’t tell what is sup­posed to hurt any­more because every­thing feels good. When he can’t take any­more, he pushes me to my knees again, this time mount­ing me from the back, push­ing my knees apart until my hip joints moan in protest, fuck­ing me, dri­ving into me, my head pushed into the ground, the sounds of his orgasm and the sounds of the movie the sound­track to my service.

He pulls out after he comes in me, sit­ting back heav­ily, watch­ing me as I stay where I am, wait­ing for per­mis­sion to move, to relax, to clean up. I can feel the cool­ing trickle of his come squeez­ing out of my still spas­ming pussy. I can hear him mov­ing about, but I don’t move, not until the cold metal enter­ing me and open­ing me shocks me into mov­ing for­ward. He adjusts the specu­lum, forc­ing it wide until I’m laid open to his prob­ing gaze, until noth­ing remains hid­den. He plays with me, flick­ing my throb­bing clit, the steel walls of the specu­lum hold­ing me open, until I’m ready to come, then the humil­i­a­tion starts in earnest as I try to con­trol my body before it betrays my eager slut nature. He’s relent­less, ply­ing the flog­ger, his hand, a crop, the slap­per while I try to hold as still as pos­si­ble, fully con­scious of my pussy stretched around the unyield­ing metal. He spanks my cunt until I can’t take it any­more, and my mus­cles con­vulse against the cold steel as I col­lapse into a pile, coming.

The specu­lum comes out, but he’s not done with me. Nip­ple clamps stretch my ten­der breasts as he tugs on the hard bud of my clit. My over­stim­u­lated body responds to every stim­u­lus, keep­ing me right on the edge of immi­nent orgasm as I try not to come until he gives me per­mis­sion. He brings out the Cobra stinger, run­ning it over my slick inner labia, push­ing the twin prongs inside me. I’m explod­ing, I’m gush­ing, I’m beg­ging for more and for harder as he hurts me and makes me come, all at the same time.

He moves me to the bed, tying me down, spread eagled, arms and legs pulled tight so I can’t move. He fucks me with dil­dos, with his fin­gers, using big­ger and harder toys every time. The Hitachi comes out and for once I don’t even try to fight the orgasms that rack my body. I lay in a pud­dle of my own come, fully con­scious of my juices under my thighs and ass. I beg for his cock, but he won’t fuck me, not yet. Instead he feeds it to me, his body on top of mine, his face buried between my legs. I lick and suck his cock until I can’t stand not being able to touch him. Then he undoes my arms so that I can stroke his cock while I lay between his legs, lav­ish­ing my tongue over his soft sack.

Sex crazed and for once, fully sub­mis­sive, I lay there lick­ing and suck­ing, run­ning my tongue over his soft sack as it tight­ens, all the while stroking his cock until he takes over for me, jack­ing his cock roughly, like he likes it, while I suck and lick. I can feel the orgasm start in his scro­tum, as it draws up into his body while his cock con­vulses all over my tits, spray­ing me with his hot white come. But he’s not done, he wants me to expe­ri­ence his full dom­i­na­tion, and under his hand and under the Hitachi, he’s relent­less, refus­ing to stop no mat­ter how much I squirm, not mat­ter how hard I beg. He fucks the lit­tle metal plug in and out of my ass, dri­ving me crazy. My clit is sore and sen­stive, and still he wrings the orgasms out of me. I think I pass out a lit­tle, the plea­sure is so over­whelm­ing and intense, and when I come to, he’s undo­ing my bind­ings and gath­er­ing my limp tired body against his. The col­lar won’t come off for a lit­tle while longer, but I’m sat­is­fied to be his lit­tle slut until he releases me and the tables inevitably…turn.