Lisa looked up at the clock. 4:15pm. Damn! She thought. She knew she couldn't leave until after five, and she was already throbbing. She fingered the slave collar He had placed on her a week ago and flashed back to that moment.
They had just finished a very hot session, and he had come all over her face. He traced his finger down her cheek to her lips, and told her to lick him clean. He told her to go shower, He had something for her. She did as he said, she always had, right from the start. He had some kind of control over her she had never felt before, but when he called she would start to cream and throb.
When she came out of the bathroom all clean and wrapped in her towel he stood at the foot of her bed with a package in His hands.
"Drop the towel, and get on your knees," he said in his quiet voice. She complied immediately. Her first thought was he wanted her to suck Him hard again. He opened the small box and withdrew the circle of metal.
"This," He said as he touched the metal to her neck, "is the sign that you are mine, and you will always, always do as you're told." He fastened the collar to her neck, then pressed his hands around it to seal it.
She looked up at him, her eyes shining. He had already trained her to look into his face, not at his chest, not at his cock, unless she was specifically told to.
"Now you may kiss my cock." She leaned forward and touched the head of his cock with her soft lips. She didn't dare do more, he had trained her so well.
"You may kiss my balls," she did.
"You may kiss my feet," she did.
She stayed on her knees, her mouth touching his feet until he told her to stand. She stood facing him as his hands slid over her ass and came to rest on her hips. He pulled her closer and his mouth found the pulse in her neck just above her collar bone. He bit just hard enough that her body reacted. His hands found her breasts, he squeezed hard. His fingers found her nipples already hard, and pinched them hard, then he bit them one at a time.
