Earning My Slave Collar

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CHAPTER 4 - Further Establishing the Terms

Once the enema process is complete, i shower and then approach the vanity area, where my hostess instructed me to reapply makeup and fix my hair, making myself presentable to Master again - all in front of the observing Dominants in the lounge area.

Just as i am finishing up, my hostess reenters the room, with my heels and a rope in her hands.

"Well done, slave," she says simply. "You may put your heels on again."

As a petite slave, i appreciate being allowed to wear heels in the presence of my Master, who towers over me.

With that, i put my heels back on, and she ties the rope around my neck, leading me out of the room. i fantasize briefly about how nice it will be when i can be led more beautifully by a real leash attached to a lovely collar, gifted to me by my Master.

As we enter the restaurant, i notice three nude women on the stage, dancing around poles, as strippers, but each chained by the wrist to her respective pole.

Then at last, i see Master sitting at his reserved table in front of the stage, enjoying a drink while watching the subs dancing on the stage.

As my hostess leads me to him, Master turns to me, and our eyes meet in a glorious moment. i experience a sexual surge race through my body upon seeing him. He looks me up and down, and comments simply, "You look good, slave."

i melt upon hearing these approving words.

As i stand before him awaiting instruction, he then unzips his pants, pulls out his precious cock, and strokes it a bit, while devouring my body with his eyes.

i look at his cock, then look in his eyes with a tremendous longing. My knees become weak, and i stumble a bit as i am overcome with desire to submit to my Master's beloved cock.

Master chuckles and says, "You will earn the privilege of servicing my cock soon enough, slave. But first you must show some gratitude and respect to your hostess, who has taken very good care of you this evening."

He then commands me to assume the Gorean Tower position, which is used when a slave is in the presence of a free woman. i drop to my knees, sit back on my heels, palms facing down atop my thighs, looking down in submission.

My hostess takes a seat next to Master and spreads her legs, revealing her nicely trimmed pussy under her short skirt.

"Service her pussy," Master commands.

i am taken aback. It has been a very long time since i've pleasured a woman - my only experiences were with a girl i dated during my experimental stage years ago in my 20s. i continue to find women incredibly sexy and beautiful - and certainly arousing. But the thought of actually making contact with a woman's pussy is unsettling after all this time.

i look at Master in hesitation. i am stalling.

"Are you resisting my order?!" he says with an angry tone.

i am instantly overcome with panic. i feel crushed any time Master expresses disappointment. My heart sinks. i have a fundamental, deep-seated need to please my Master at all times.

"Master, no! i'm happy to serve her for you. i'm sorry!" i plead.

i focus my attention again on this exposed pussy before me. She's not fully shaved as i am. She has a little patch of hair at the top. Master has made it clear to me over these past few months that only free women may choose to have hair around their pussies, while i as his slave must always maintain a completely bare pussy for him.

As a result of this order, i recently began laser hair removal treatment so that soon enough, my pussy will be completely bare and smooth for my deserving Master at all times! i feel a throb in my pussy right now, just thinking about formally doing this to please my Master. It emphasizes the fact that my body is his property.

i gently place my hands on my hostess' thighs, then take in her scent, remembering the smell of a woman's pussy after so many years.

i can't bring myself to lick her just yet, so i instead slowly touch the opening of her pussy with my fingers. She is dripping wet, and i notice her clit increasing in size as she becomes more aroused. i glide my fingers from her hole up to her clit and stroke it in gentle circles. She moans. i remember rubbing my own clit just moments ago in the lounge area, as directed by my Master, and i smile recalling Master's generous gift. My pussy aches to be touched again, but this moment is not about my pleasure.

i continue rubbing her clit for several moments.

Then, my Master scolds me, "You are not giving her your full potential. Service her with the same vigor you worship my cock!"

i'm shocked. i have never pleasured anyone in my life with the motivation and drive i experience when i pleasure my Master. i simply can't imagine. And further, i am out of practice with women!

But i am determined to please Master, so i take a deep breath, spread her legs farther apart, lean in, and begin kissing her inner thighs while moving my fingers toward her pussy. Then with great purpose, i slide two fingers into her hole and my tongue makes contact with her swelling clit.

She moans more loudly this time and grabs a fist-full of my hair in her hand for a moment.

"Good pet!" calls Master.

i'm utterly thrilled and inspired upon hearing Master's approval!

i pump my fingers in and out, and move my tongue more vigorously, flicking and sucking her clit. After some time, i push a third finger in and push more deeply into her very wet pussy. She begins writhing and pumping her hips against my thrusting fingers.

After some time, then...the feeling i haven't experienced in many years...the feeling of a pussy tightening around my fingers. Her moans intensify, and her contracting pussy grips my fingers. She cums - i have successfully pleasured this woman for my Master!

Once she recovers and collects herself, she and Master exchange a few words and then she leaves the table.

Master invites me to sit next to him.

"I am so proud of you, little pet."

My eyes light up, and i smile sweetly at him in appreciation for his praise.

He continues, "Now it's time for you to relax for a moment and enjoy a glass of wine with me, as we discuss and finalize the terms of our agreement. Before we go one step further, I need to be absolutely sure that you fully understand our arrangement and that this is truly what you want," he explains as he puts my glass in front of me.

"Thank you, Master."

"As we have discussed, upon your collaring, I will own you completely, and your submission to me will be total. I will not jeopardize your job or interfere with your responsibilities as a mother, but as you've seen this evening, your submission can extend to public places and other participants as I see fit. I will make all decisions regarding your body and how it will be used by me or by others."

"Yes, Master. i understand and accept all of that. i trust you, and i willingly submit."

"While you will receive pleasure at times, I also will deny you pleasure for weeks, even months at a time. You will understand that your pleasure and desires are generally insignificant and irrelevant, and you will focus your thoughts and energy instead on satisfying and pleasing me."

"Yes, that is what i want, Master!"

"As a general rule, you will not be allowed to touch yourself sexually, with very rare exceptions. Any opportunity I give you to touch yourself will be viewed as a gift from me. I own your body, so it follows that I will dictate when it is pleased and by whom. I will continue to strictly own and control every single orgasm you experience. You absolutely may not experience an orgasm without my direction and approval. Doing so would be the most serious trangression, and grounds for canceling the collar and downgrading our relationship to a simple D/s scenario with occasional sessions, if I choose to continue anything with you at all, that is. I would no longer be your Master and you would no longer be my collared slave if that happens.

"Of course, Master. I would expect nothing less."

"At times, when I do not see you for long periods at a time, I may have you stimulate your pussy without being allowed to orgasm. For example, I may order you to masturbate for 10 minutes, three times a day for several days in a row...before allowing you to cum. You will edge for me for days at a time without cumming. Do you agree to this? Is this what you want?"

My pussy now is sopping wet and intensely throbbing with desire for my Master. There's nothing i want more than for him to own and control my sexuality, just as he describes. My desire for this is even greater than he recognizes.

"Master, not only do i want all of that, but i would like to humbly suggest even greater restrictions. May i be so bold as to surrender more to you?"

"You may."

"i would like to request that on the occasions when you have me torment myself in private by edging multiple times a day for several days...when you finally do let me cum, perhaps you could consider ordering me to give myself 'ruined' orgasms for the most part, and save true, pleasurable orgasms for very rare occasions. Perhaps even restrict true orgasms to taking place only in your presence, and never alone. i believe this would serve to more fully ingrain in me my status as your slave - even if i do still continue to beg when i am desperate!"

i pause.

"Go on..." he allows.

"Further, as you well know, the sensation of playing with my nipples is incredible to me and something that i cherish when you allow it. To further demonstrate my submission to you and your ownership of my body and my sexuality...i would like to sacrifice the ability to even occasionally touch my nipples. i would like to surrender *all* nipple touching to you - or others as you see fit - for as long as i am your collared slave! Please make me your denial slut!"

i then lower my head in submission, awaiting his reaction.

He lifts my chin up to look into my eyes, and responds, "Slave, you have pleased me greatly. And you have given me an additional idea. Perhaps at times we will go weeks or months without my fucking your pussy, taking you only in the ass, to further emphasize the insignificance of your pleasure, compared to the importance of mine."

"Yes, Master."

"Well then, it looks like we have an agreement and can move forward. Here comes our dinner. Assume the Gorean She-Sleen position on the floor, where you will eat from a pet bowl, while I dine here at the table, enjoying the preshow. And pet, it's time to inform you that you will be the main attraction on stage this evening, where you will demonstrate your ability to endure pain for my pleasure."

i gasp!

Then he adds, "You are a very good slave."