I’ve never been collared. I’ve never done any BDSM at all, but I know Terminator is into it and I feel safe enough in his hands to experiment and play with him. If I didn’t feel completely safe I wouldn’t be there at all.
I spend a few minutes feeling the black leather collar and how the chain is connected to it. The collar is snug but not tight, and I can’t disconnect the chain. When I walked around the perimeter of the bed, the thin, heavy chain dragged on the floor lightly. I could reach the door, but the door was locked. I couldn’t remember ever noticing the lock on the bedroom door, but why would I? I only ever entered this room to fuck.
Thankfully the chain was long enough for me to reach the bathroom on the other side of the room. There are a dresser and wall unit opposite the bed, with a flat screen television and bookshelves built in. The wall adjacent the bed was floor to ceiling windows which were draped in opaque curtains.
I paced up and down,wondering what would happen next. How would Terminator exert his dominance? Anything could happen. I sat quietly cross-legged on the bed to listen. Silence.
I was lost in thought and absentmindedly started stroking my pussy. The flush of pleasure made me lie back on the pillows as I stroked, and I closed my eyes recalling the Terminator’s invasion of me earlier that morning. I lay there, eyes closed, idly stroking myself, my legs open, knees up so I could stroke the length of my pussy.
I heard the lock turn through a haze of pleasure and the door opened. Terminator stood there holding a tray of food looking at me, knees akimbo, hand in the cookie jar. He was not amused.
“I’m the only one touching that pussy this weekend. Stand up, you horny slut.”
I stood up, embarrassed, but what the hell else was I supposed to do? Read? Sex was in every molecule of the air I breathed. I watched him as he crossed the room and placed the tray on the dresser across from the bed. He took something from the drawer and sat down in a gray chair near the window.
“Come here,” he said quietly. His face was hard, his voice was serious. I felt a flutter of anxiety as I went to him, the chain rattling behind me. His gaze traveled up my body to my face and I saw the trace of a smile cross his mouth before the hardness returned to his face.
“You can’t be trusted.”
I was silent and stared down at my toes.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” He asked sternly.
“I’m very sorry Master, please forgive me.” I’m still staring at my toes.
“You don’t look sorry to me,” he said.
“I am, sir. Really.” I had to stop myself from laughing. I didn’t look up or I would have lost it completely.
“I don’t think you are. You think this is funny. It’s not. You need to learn obedience.”
“Yes, sir.” I couldn’t keep the mirth from my voice. I haven’t been obedient since the fourth grade.
“Pussy, you need to learn the hard way to do as you’re told. You need a spanking. Lie down across my knees.”
I looked at him but didn’t move. Just because.
“I told you to lie down across my knees,” Tight voice.
I lay across his lap, and he positioned me to his taste. I lay there, feeling the hard muscles of his thighs, aware of my ass in the air in front of him, and trying to brace myself for the first blow.
He held me on his lap and slid two fingers into my pussy. He stroked her, teased juicy softness and played with her until I was just aroused enough to move in response, and started finger-fucking me transporting to creamy bliss.
“You know about safe words, right?” he asked softly.
“Hm? I was riding his fingers and barely capable of thought.
“Safe words? You know what they are?” he asked softly, fucking me harder with fingers (3 now).
“Umhm. Yeeees.” Writhing into his hand.
“Your safe word, if you need me to stop for any reason, is Mercy. OK?”
“Ummhmm” whatever, just don’t stop.
“Safe word is Mercy.” He said, stopping. “Repeat it.”
“Mercy,” I whispered.
wanting him to go deeper, and then his hand slid out of me and —
WHACK — he slapped my ass so hard the air left my lungs.
“You need to remember that I own you while you’re here.” WHACK WHACK before I can brace myself.
“And that you only do what I give you permission to do.” WHACK
I am gasping…there is an intoxicating sting after the pain of each slap that is making me juicier. He hits me in the meatiest, curviest part of my ass cheek, his hand landing at the perfect spot each time, for maximum sting and bounce. Baby, hit me again.
“You’re a defiant slut and I won’t have it.” WHACK really hard. Then that sting, that tingling, sweet torture. My pussy was starting to twitch. So horny, a surprise even to me.
I whimper, and I know I’m wriggling against him. He grabs my hair and yanks my head up and with his other hand he lets loose. WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK
I’m howling, but that tingling sting has me writhing against him through the pain. When he stops and releases my hair, I’m panting hanging over his knee. I try to catch my breath, and I want him to fuck me. My clit is throbbing.
He helps sit up on his lap and he kisses the tears from my face. His hand glides between my legs and his fingers slip into my hot wetness to torture me further. I moan, wanting his fingers to delve deeper, to stroke me harder.
Suddenly he stops. “Get on the bed.”
Yay, I think, he’s going to fuck me. I lie on my back, the chain dragging behind me.
“Get on your stomach,” he says.
I follow his orders in horny anticipation. I feel him kneel between my legs but instead of fucking me he grabs my wrists and handcuffs my hands behind my back. Next, he blindfolds me. Then he places a pillow under my abdomen.
I lie there and I hear him walk to the night table and open it, rifle through and close it. Silence.
His mouth covers my pussy in soft, wet sweet kisses. He goes from back to front, kissing and sucking me reverentially. When his lips reach my clit, he swirls his tongue around my her with relentless focus, until I’m whooping and yelling, bucking my pussy against his face as he sticks his fingers in my velvet pussy and finger-fucks me while he sucks me sending me into a squirting, screaming climax that has me straining against the cuffs. I lay there afterward, twitching with a smile on my face.
“Good girl,” he says and slips a huge dildo into me. “I love to watch you come.”
I can hear the smile in his voice. ” Let’s see how many ways we can make you come.”
I hear something that sounds like a chain and I feel the dildo inside me move. Then a chain falls in my ass-crack and goes up my back, then snaps to the back of my collar. Then he turns me on my side and connects another chain from the front of the dildo up to the front of the collar. Juuuust tight enough to graze my clit in the front and stimulate my ass in the back. I lay there, writhing against the dildo in spite of myself, and the chains absolute rubbed against my pussy in the front and my ass in the back.
Then he turned on the remote control.
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