Its All In The Collar

The ringing of the phone intruded into my sleep. Glancing briefly at the red display, I groaned. Seven thirty! Who the hell could be ringing me now? Fumbling for the receiver, I mumbled a sleepy hello.

"Morning darling," Andrew, my boyfriend of a year was on his way home, after a conference that had taken him out of town for the better part of a week. Hearing his voice, I sat up in delight, instantly awake.

"Hey! Thanks for the wake up call" I replied, injecting as much sarcasm into my voice as I could. "Come on! Seven thirty? You sound tired babe, are you ok?"

"Ha, I'm sorry. I was just ringing to let you know I am about an hour away and very stressed. D will be there when I arrive, or there will be trouble." he warned. His voice changed from bright and loving, to cold and hard in seconds. It sent a shiver down my spine. I instinctively drew my knees to my chest, hugging them close.

"Yes Master," I whispered. Andrew abruptly hung up, leaving me clutching the receiver to my chest. Replacing it, I leapt out of bed excitedly. He was coming home!

Running to the shower, I reflected on how quickly our sex play had changed from straight sex to this. You see, I'm a slave. I know what you're thinking! Twisted, scarring games, right? But that's not it at all. When I met Andrew, I was an independent, self-reliant woman. Don't get me wrong, I still am. However, there's something about putting all of your trust in someone, to make the right decisions for you. Being controlled, and serving the man I love is such a welcome change to my normal life. Being looked after. All that is such a turn on! D is my slave name. This separates my life as Kate, the successful career woman and enables me to slip into a "sub-state".

Shaking these thoughts from my head, I wash myself, soaping my breasts, feeling my nipples harden beneath my circling fingers, feeling my pussy start to tingle in anticipation, my breathing coming in gasps. No! I can't! As D, I must only come in Master's presence. When he allows. After rinsing my long dark hair, I begin to lather my pussy with shaving foam. Another rule: A slave's pussy should always be clean shaven, so her master can see just how turned on she is. Taking care not to nick my delicate skin, I finish up and step out of the shower to dry off.

Stepping quickly to the bedroom, I remove my watch and the fine silver chain at my neck. This leaves my clit and nipple piercings. After changing the bars to silver rings, I reach back and begin to weave my hair into a long French braid. Such an understated hairdo enables it to be pulled, and messed, which I know he likes. I don't bother to dress, Master likes me naked and vulnerable.

Then, unlocking the small drawer on my left, I take out a long, flat box. Pausing briefly to gather my thoughts, I open it against the stiff hinges. Withdrawing the leather collar, I buckle it around my neck, taking care to ensure the rings for a leash are centred at my throat. Taking a matching leather leash from the drawer, I glance up in panic at the sound of a car pulling up in the drive. He was early! Lurching from my seat at the dresser, I fly down the stairs, falling to my knees just inside the front door, and hurriedly adjust the leash so its dangling between my breasts. Just in time!

I work on getting my breathing slowed down, not wanting to displease my Master. Fixing my gaze to a spot on the floor, I flinch at the sound of the lock turning, and hear the click of his shoes on the tiled floor. He walks up to me wordlessly, and reaches down to pick up the lead.

With my lead in one hand he cups the other around a cigarette as he holds it to a lighter.

"Rise" he mutters. Knowing I will be punished if I don't obey, I quickly scramble to my feet, my gaze never rising from his shoes. I adopt my "slave pose" as we have come to call it, head down, arms behind my back with my left hand clasping my right wrist. This of course has the effect of pushing my chest out, accentuating the piercings glinting on my nipples.

Pulling me closer with the lead, he lowers his mouth to mine gently. As he exhales the smoke inches away from my face, I cough and my eyes water. Watching me with an amused glint in his eyes, he turns abruptly and drags me into the lounge. Sinking heavily onto the sofa he tugs on my lead hard enough to hurt. This is nothing compared to what I will feel later, a fact I am fully aware of as I kneel before him.

"Remove my shoes, D", he orders. I hurry to untie the knots, my fingers fumbling in my desperation. Sliding off one shoe, I immediately start on the second knot. I know he ties them tightly just so I have trouble undoing them with the nails he makes me keep short. Suddenly he yanks me up onto my knees so he can growl into my face.

"Not fast enough, sweetheart," he taunts. He shoots out a hand and grabs hold of my neatly plaited hair. Dragging me to my feet and up the stairs, I cry out at the pain as I stumble after him, trying anything to ease the pain searing my scalp. Hurling me across the bed, he picks up the cane leaning against the wall. Using both hands, he pulls my hips up so I'm leaning over the bed with my arse exposed to him, and brushes a hand gently over my buttocks. Trying to brace myself, I start to beg.

"No, please..." I gasp, turning my head to look at him. Big mistake. Seeing the anger building in his stare, I turn away, but push back, offering myself. "Please Master. I deserve to be punished." Without another word he brings the cane down hard across my arse, again and again. Soon, my butt is stinging, the skin red, and however hard I try I cannot stop the cries escaping my lips. I feel my pussy getting so wet, the pain of the welts he has raised causing me to come so hard that I fall forward, my knees buckling. Seemingly satisfied that he has punished me enough, he resumes stroking the sore skin of my arse, sliding the tip of one finger along my soaking cunt, feeling me quiver under his now gentle touch.

"Now for the second part of your punishment. Kneel. Then I will use your mouth as I see fit. If you displease me in any way, I shall cane you another five times. Is that clear?"

"Yes Master." So, following his instructions, I turn and kneel at his feet. Not yet contented, he steps quickly behind me and restrains my wrists with leather cuffs. I know his reasoning. If my hands are cuffed, then I will be unable to restrict him by placing my hands on his thighs and will have no control. But I do not question him, I know he would never hurt me, I am his slave, a toy to be used.

Standing in front of me, the rest of his clothing now discarded, I am surprised by how hard he is. Holding his cock in one hand, with the other around the back of my head, he pushes it against my lips. I keep my mouth shut a fraction too long, so he slaps me, square across my face making me see stars. My head ringing from the blow, I do as is expected of me, opening my mouth for my Master to enter me. He places a hand either side of my head, and I close my lips around his shaft, not sucking, but just holding him in my mouth for him to fuck me. I feel so humiliated. But it is this that turns me on, my cunt getting wetter, I can feel the come trickling down my legs. This embarrasses me more, which only makes me worse, knowing my Master has done this to me. I like being his toy, his doll to be fucked as he wants to.

Easing his cock from my mouth, he pulls me roughly to my feet. "I think you've come haven't you, slut?"

Realising my mistake, I start trying to stutter a defence. But its too late. Pushing my head down to the bed, he canes me once more. When I scream, he just calmly gags me, then canes me another four times. He slides a finger inside my pussy, which is now absolutely dripping. Then two fingers. I know he can feel how my cunt is so tight, so wet, and yet I am still dying to come again. He fucks me with his fingers, sliding them deeper into my cunt with every thrust. My pussy quivers around his fingers as I try not to come, the intense concentration making my head spin.

He now slides his fingers from my hot, wet cunt, glistening with my juices, tugs my gag aside and puts them into my mouth. "Clean them D," he orders. I lick his fingers earnestly, tasting my own cunt, and loving the depravity. I glance at his cock out of the corner of my eye. Its harder than I've ever seen it, drops of precum glistening on the tip. I nibble his fingertips, eliciting a moan from deep in his throat. Unable to contain himself, he grabs my waist and slides the tip of his cock into my cunt. Just that is almost enough to bring me to orgasm, and I cry out against my gag. Unable to speak, to beg my master to fuck me, frustrates me, and as I am bent over the bed with my hands cuffed, I am unable to move, to push back. I am completely at his mercy.

Suddenly he slams his cock into my cunt, harder and harder. The pain I feel as he bruises my delicate pussy, the sharp dig of his fingers on my waist, even the exquisite pain of my bound hands adds to the pressure building inside me. I moan and cry but my gag succeeds in muting my voice, a fact that causes Master to pound his cock into me relentlessly. I can barely hear him over the blood rushing in my ears.

"Come now, D." The relief is instant, I feel my cunt clench even tighter around his hard cock, and I feel the heat as he comes, the rush as I come. My vision blacks out then. The next thing I know I'm lying on the bed, cradled in his arms. My fingers flutter up to my neck, but he has removed the collar that turns me into D. I'm now Kate once again. He looks down at me with such tenderness as he softly strokes the side of my face.

"How long was I out?" I whisper with a tremor in my voice. My whole body is still trembling, aftershocks still shaking me.

"Not long sweetie. Are you ok? What the hell happened? Was it the gag?"

I laughed softly. "No, it wasn't. You made me come so hard! I didn't stand a chance!" I smiled, to reassure him. Then I felt the pressure of his hard cock against my soft stomach. Not again! He must have missed me! I struggle to sit, searching for the collar, but he gently pushes me back down.

"Its you I want, Kate," he said quietly. "Not D." I stared up at him, eyes misting with tears. Its hard sometimes to be a slave, when all I want is quiet, loving sex. And to be honest, I could say at any time, and occasionally I do. But I love to please him. Whether that's as Kate, or D.

He rolls gently on top of me, rubbing my clit with his fingers. I respond instinctively, rocking my hips up to meet his fingers, feeling the tip of his cock against my pussy. He slides it inside slowly, and then stops. Lowering his mouth, he brushes his lips across mine, then presses harder. My lips part beneath his, and then I can taste his mouth. I close my eyes in pure bliss, and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

He lets out a moan, before slowly sliding his cock deeper inside me. I can feel every inch as he buries himself inside me, my cunt throbbing at the sensation. Dropping his head, he uses the tip of his tongue to circle my nipples, sucking gently at the piercing. I feel his teeth scrape my skin lightly, sending shocks through my body. With his other hand, he pinches my nipple, pulling it gently and teasing me. He knows I love that, and I move my hips faster, silently begging him to lose himself in me. He does, thrusting faster, burying his face in my neck where I can feel his hot breath on my skin.

We are slick with sweat now, our lips tasting the salt on the others skin, I'm kissing his neck, making his knees go weak. We keep moving together, my breathing coming faster, fingers clawing at his back and shoulders. I close my eyes, throwing my head back and arching my spine, helping him get to the spot that will overload me. When I come, it's a wave, running up and down my body. I lose all control, my pussy clenching at random, unable to breathe, my legs shaking convulsively, my nipples tingling. I feel delirious, unable to do much more than lie there and gasp. A moment later Andrew goes rigid, crying out as he shoots inside me.

We lie there for a few moments, relaxing into each other before he rolls away and lies with his arms around me. I can feel his heartbeat, feel his breath against my skin as he nuzzles my breasts, one hand up stroking my hair, the other absent-mindedly playing with my cunt, just with his fingertips. I feel myself drift off to sleep, so relaxed and content. Until I hear the sharp click of a lock. My eyes fly open to see Andrew fastening the collar around my neck.

"Now you will clean me up, D"

"Yes Master..."