This is a work of erotic fiction. None of the events described here have ever happened. Although I encourage readers to give me feedback both positive and negative, nasty anonymous comments are not appreciated.
This and all subsequent chapters were co-authored with one of my readers, who is a big fan of the John Norman Gor series. All references to Gor and things Gorean refer to the works of John Norman. These references are related back to Jennifer's first exposure to BDSM and how it shaped her current fantasies.
If you have not read Jennifer's Jewellery Shoot chapters one and two yet, I encourage you to do so. This story will make more sense if you do.
Jennifer stood in her room looking into the mirror as the morning sun streamed through the window. She could see in her face, that she had not slept well, and she knew Steph would see it too. She could also see the the collar which Duane had made her wear. She knew it was futile, but she tugged at the collar anyway and was not surprised when it did not open. She had pulled out the scrunchy and let her luxurious dark hair fall around her shoulders, effectively covering the earrings.
But the collar was going to be a problem. She had tried one of her scarves but the shape of the metal was clearly visible through the thin silk. She would have to skip class today. There seemed to be no alternative, unless she wanted to show up and answer the inevitable questions about her neck-wear. Why had she ever gone to that shoot? Why had she let them do these things to her? What was she going to do?
Photo shoot... A story began to form in her mind. Fleeting at first, then better as she fleshed it out. Yes. Photo shoot. She had been at the jewelery shoot, and they were doing necklaces. She had been looking around and found this weird "necklace" One of the cute lighting guys had dared her to put it on, and, as a lark, she had clipped it around her neck. Nobody had a key to remove it and it was too late for a locksmith, so she still had it on. Yeah. Steph will buy that. But she still couldn't go to class. The only thing critical today was Macro. Missing one day of anything except that was no biggie, but if she had to miss more, there would be a problem. She had to do something about the collar.
She slipped on her sleeping tee, and feeling confident in her story, padded barefoot into the kitchen, just as Steph came out, ready for class.
"'Sup girl? You have been late the last couple nights. Hot date?" She asked. Then "Hey what's that thing around your neck?" as her eyes fell on the collar.
Jennifer relayed her fabricated story inserting a little "That'll teach me to take dares." at the end for effect, then held her breath to see if Steph had swallowed it.
"Oh My God. That is the funniest thing ever." Steph howled. "Here, let me see."
Before Jennifer could resist, Stephanie had her hand at the front of the collar, fingering the ring. Afraid that her roomie would see the earrings, Jenn turned away with a feigned laugh.
"That thing looks like solid steel, Jen," commented Steph. "Wait..wait.. Remember Ben on the first floor? Remember he fixed my bike when it broke. Maybe he can figure out how to get the collar off."
Yes. Why hadn't she thought of that herself? It must be lack of sleep. Sure. Ben. He was a little older than she was, but he had helped Steph that time. The only bad part was that she would now have to repeat the fabricated story to someone else, chancing that they would believe it. She was so excited at the prospect of getting the collar off, that she rushed to her room, pulled up a pair of shorts and ran out the door. It wasn't until she had knocked at Ben's door that she realized that in her haste, she had forgotten to put on a bra.
"Oh well. It's only Ben. He probably won't even notice." She rationalized as the door cracked open.
"Jennifer. Good morning." He beamed. "Did you enjoy the swim party yesterday? To what do I owe the pleasure of a visit from you?
"I was hoping you could help me with a little problem. May I come in?"
Ben invited her in and they sat at the dinette. Jennifer went through her fabricated story and then, reminding him of how he helped with Steph's bike, asked if he could try to get the collar off. When she was done, Ben sat back in his chair and looked her straight in the eye.
"That's a very nice story, Jennifer." He said. "But I know it's not true. I watched you leave yesterday, remember? I saw that collar on you before you left the apartment complex. I don't need the details of what happened or when, but I certainly don't appreciate being lied to."
"I'm sorry Sir" The Sir slipping out unbidden. "It's just so embarrassing" She continued casting her eyes down submissively.
Ben told her it was OK, patted her shoulder and asked her to swivel her chair so he could take a look. He parted her hair and asked her to hold it forward so he could inspect the collar latch. Without thinking she grabbed her hair and pulled it up away from her neck. When she heard a little grunt from Ben and felt his fingers move to her earlobe, she realized her mistake. She had exposed her earrings to him. She suddenly felt her face go red hot with humiliation as Ben swiveled her chair around again to look into her face.
"Slut? Is that how you really got this collar, by acting like a slut? Or did some Master put it on you and you want to disobey?"
"It's all a mistake." Jennifer sobbed. "It's just a big misunderstanding, that's all"
Ben's eyes drilled into hers, until she looked back down at her lap.
"Well. The fastest way would be to drill it out, but that would wreck it. Do you want that?" He asked
"NOOO. No, we can't wreck it. That would never do." She pleaded.
"Then I will have to pick it, but that is going to take some time and some skill. How do you suggest I get repaid for my time and skill slut?" He sneered.
Caught completely off guard, Jennifer didn't know how to answer. Didn't know what he could want. Ben reached up and hooked his finger in the D ring pulling Jennifer towards him.
"Tell you what slut. You have been teasing me, prancing in and out of here half naked, since you moved in. In fact you had the nerve to show up here this morning in a shirt and no bra. So if you want my help you will have to remove your top while I work, and when I unsnap the collar, you'll have to jerk me off as my final reward."
Jennifer was stunned. She had never meant to tease Ben. He had always seemed so nice. After her ordeal in the warehouse, she could do the topless thing, but jacking him off? She would actually have to touch his penis. It would squirt out his stuff, and where would it go? But even as these thoughts flew through her mind, she felt the little tickle that signified he had ignited her libido.
"No. That wouldn't be right. I won't touch your penis. I can't do that. This is blackmail Sir. Please don't make me do anything like that." Again with the Sir.
"Your choice. You can see yourself out slut. Good bye."
He had her and he knew it. She couldn't attend class with the collar, and couldn't get out of it without servicing her neighbor. Oh God. What was she going to do? How could she ever face him again if she submitted? She was so distracted by her thoughts that she didn't notice that Ben had grabbed the bottom of her tee and pulled it up until her breasts were actually exposed. She grabbed the hem and yanked down against him to cover herself.
"No. Please. Don't make me." She pleaded.
"I'm your only hope Jennifer, take it or leave it."
"ok." In a little voice. "ok"
"All right then. Stand up, face me and off with it." He commanded.
She couldn't look him in the face as she pulled the tee over her head, and stood there topless in front of him. Ben got up and walked over into the living room. When he came back out, he was carrying a long framed mirror. He set the mirror against the wall, moved Jennifer's chair in front of it and told her to sit. As she did, Ben retrieved his tools from the cupboard and then sat in his chair at her back. When she looked in the mirror, Jennifer could see Ben's smiling face behind her shoulder. She immediately realized, that the mirror was for Ben to look at her face and breasts as he worked. The pervert.
She could feel Ben's arms resting on her bare back as he worked and the intimate touch humiliated her even more. It was pure agony, knowing her pussy was juicing and that her musk was filling the air.
After almost half an hour of poking and prodding, she heard a CLICK and the collar was open. When she reached up to grab the collar, Ben slid his hands around her sides and grabbed both her breasts. Pinching her nipples between his index and middle fingers he started a quick finger-walk motion that stimulated her nipples and caused her to gasp. Jennifer immediately jumped to her feet and pulled her tee over her front, glad that the humiliation was at an end.
"Slow down there slut." Ben admonished. "You're free, so now it's time for my pay off. Put down the collar and shirt and stand here in front of me. Hands down. I can always snap the collar back on, can't I?"
Jennifer was mortified as she complied. Ben stood, opened his pants and pulled out his hardening cock.
"Take it in your hands Jen." He whispered. "That's it squeeze it a bit."
She couldn't believe that she was standing there half naked fondling her neighbor's penis. She had never touched a penis before. Sure, there had been some heavy petting with some boys, but always with clothes on. She had rubbed one of the boys through his jeans, but only for a few seconds. Now she had a man's bare hard cock in her hands. It was so hard and yet so soft at the same time, and the skin almost seemed to be unattached as it slid along the rigid insides. Just standing there holding it was starting to arouse her.
"Stroke it." He rasped
"No. Please. I don't know how. I've never....."
She felt his hand move between them and grip her wrist, moving it back and forth causing the skin of his penis to slide.
"That's it baby. Squeeze a little tighter. That's it. Slow and steady. Use both hands now."
She now had both hands on his penis and was stroking it slowly. Ben brought his hands up and started to kneed her breasts, and pull her nipples causing her to groan. As humiliating as this was, she felt a warmth in her center and her arousal began to rebuild. She started to fantasize that she was doing this to a boy she liked. That she was touching and stroking his penis after a date, and her pussy began to melt.
"You like?" Ben whispered in her ear.
"No." She whimpered. "I don't want to do this. Not with you."
