(This is not a quick wank story or even a wank story. This was inspired by some ideas I ad while working and my goal was to portray this situation as accurately and as realistically as possible. A relationship is a relationship no matter if it is man/wife, bf/gf, or Dom/Sub.)
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It was eleven o'clock at night when I decided that enough was enough. My submissive for nine months hadn't showed up for our weekend get-together. Normally, this would have warranted a phone call to tell me she was going to be late or even to let me know she was alive. However, since she had been late the last few weeks in a row, I had a feeling that her absence was due to disloyalty instead. As I put on my shoes, I attempted to call her cell with no success. As I went to my car, I started coming up with viable scenarios on why she would not have called.
The drive to her college dorm was a thirty minute one, long enough to stew over her recent behavior. It was nine months before when I met her through a BDSM forum and we hit it off almost immediately. At first, she was very obedient and we pushed each other like a good couple would. It only took a month for me to offer her my crimson colored collar to wear which she accepted with much happiness. Over the last month, however, I had noticed changes in her. I blame a portion of it on the fact that she reenrolled in college to finish her degree and the time being in the dormitory had shown her the temptation of life outside of my watchful eye.
I had been to her dorm a few times since she went back, so it as easy to find a parking space and walk straight to the front door. The person minding the desk confirmed that she was still in her room and didn't lift a finger to stop me from walking straight there. On the ugly brown door was a red bra that I recognized almost immediately. Remembering my college days, I knew that the bra on the doorknob meant a visitor and not to be disturbed. My own rage prevented me from being nice.
I started turning the knob and discovered that it was unlocked. As I looked where her bunk was, I saw her in her naked glory. Her nipples were being crushed under the weight of someone wearing all black. I saw her legs wrapping around his body pulling him as his sorry excuse for a penis was rubbing against her shaven lips that rightly belonged to me. They were unaware of my entrance into the room until a loud clearing of my throat surprised them. He immediately jumped off of her as she reached for a blanket to cover her nakedness. It was then I noticed my collar was still around her neck.
The gentleman sat next to her on the bed, his eyes looking down to the ground knowing he had been caught. He wore a black long sleeved t-shirt and black cargo pants. His face was white like correcting fluid although I wasn't sure if it was his natural skin tone or the fact he had been caught. His millimeter peter was already retreating into his pants although I noticed he didn't make a move to zip his trousers.
"So this is why you didn't show up tonight, Slut," I said as I looked at her. Her eyes were also towards the ground although her nipples were nice and hardened like I prefer. It would take a bit of willpower not to succumb to my urges, but I knew I had to do what I must.