This is my second piece of erotic literature. I hope you like it and leave some comments and suggestions. Thank you for reading my story! All characters mentioned in the following story are fictional and are over the age of 18 years old.
Kirsten's Collar
Kirsten and I used to work at the same company. We had always liked each other, but neither of us said anything for fear of making things awkward at work. I left the company around 2 years ago and when I ran into her at a pub one night, all that changed. We went back to my place and we explored her sexually submissive side.
Since then, we have had three more fun nights exploring her limits as a sub. As the weeks went by, her eagerness to please me sexually was matched by an obvious desire to be more than fuck buddies exploring our sub/dom desires. It was obvious it was going to spill over into a relationship, and whilst I was keen for that to happen, I didn't want to lose my role as her master and owner when I became her partner. I had to think of some way to keep the two things separate. I needed something to differentiate between being her master and owner in our sexual relationship whilst giving our potential relationship the chance to flourish.
I remembered a piece of erotic writing I read online. It featured a dominatrix that kept her submissive men in check by 'collaring' them. The story had made me very hard and I remembered shooting my load reading it, fully aroused by the power this dominatrix had over her subjects by collaring them.
I decided this 'collaring' was how I was going to keep our sexual adventures fresh and exciting whilst keeping it separate from whatever might happen between us outside our sex life.
Kirsten and I had been meeting routinely every Friday evening for three weeks now. This week was no different, except that we had planned to go on our first 'date' on that Saturday afternoon. Friday night (tomorrow night) was the right time to make a move and let Kirsten know I wanted to own her sexually and that I wanted our sub/dom arrangement to continue whilst we started dating.
I thought long and hard about what kind of 'collar' to get her. Should it literally be a collar? Should it be another piece of clothing, like a bracelet? If it was actually a collar, should it be something sexy like a thin leather choker or something like a dog collar?
I played it over in my head for hours. The mental image of actually putting a big, thick dog collar around her slim, pale neck aroused me. A black one to go with her black hair. It would signify her place at my feet as an obedient creature to be given commands as she looked up loyally at her master. Furthermore, the humiliation of wearing an actual dog collar would be even more arousing for me (and I was sure the humiliation would make her pussy tingle as well). Lastly, a large dog collar could be easily fitted, and easily removed when she had finished her duties. I could even get a collar tag that said "Kirsten" on it. My cock twitched in my trousers.
I went to the pet store and started looking for collars for large dogs. I found a large black, nylon adjustable collar that had soft, fluffy black fabric on the inside and large plastic fastening clips at either end. In the middle was a shiny metal loop for attaching an I.D. tag. It looked perfect.
I had to know it fitted a human neck, so I looked around, and seeing nobody near me, I quickly clipped it round my neck. It was a bit tight, but it would be perfect for Kirsten's smaller neck. I felt ridiculous trying on a dog collar in public. At the same time, I felt very aroused, especially thinking about how humiliating this would be for Kirsten. If she accepted, then neither of us would be left in any doubt who was in charge and it would strengthen my position of dominance over her. I quickly took the collar off and checked to see if anyone had spotted me!
I went over to the pre-printed I.D. tags and looked for one that said "Kirsten." Unsurprisingly there were none. I'd never heard of a dog called "Kirsten", have you?
I went over to the customer service desk and asked if they engraved blank tags in store.
"What's your pet's name, sir?" asked the lady behind the desk.
"Kirsten."
The lady raised an eyebrow at me. I couldn't work out if she knew what my intention was and had raised her eyebrow in disapproval, or whether she just thought "Kirsten" was an unusual name for a pet!
"K-I-R-S-T-E-N?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Come back in 5 minutes and I'll have it ready, sir."
Given I had 5 minutes to spend, I returned to the dog accessory aisle and considered buying a matching leash but thought better of it.
The next day I called Kirsten and told her I had a surprise for her. I told her to wear a short dress and a pair of knee-high boots. All black. No panties. She giggled excitedly and agreed.
I spent all day thinking how to present Kirsten with her new accessory. Eventually evening came and I heard a knock at the door.
I opened the door and Kirsten stood there in a
very
short black dress. It was low cut and showed her cleavage. Her small breasts looked bigger than usual because they were pressed up and together in the dress. It hugged her firm body down to the waist. The bottom of the dress wasn't as tight, and it flared outwards. Most of her thighs were showing. The black suede boots came up to just below her knees. I remembered I had instructed her not to wear panties and the thought of her wearing such a short dress without any underwear was making me harder than ever.
"Can I come in? I don't usually wear dresses this short, and
never
without knickers on! I'm humiliated and all turned on at the same time. I'm worried I start dripping all over your doorstep!"
I smiled wickedly at her. "Get used to that feeling. Come in."
We walked to the kitchen and I poured her a glass of wine. We clinked glasses and I pushed a gift-wrapped box over the table towards her.
"For you. I hope you like it."
Kirsten clapped her hands together excitedly. "I love surprises!"
"Good," I said, "because this is definitely going to surprise you".
Kirsten flashed me a look then turned her attention to undoing he bow on the box.
She opened the box. I held my breath. Kirsten took the collar out the box and looked at her name on the I.D. tag. She gasped.
"You dirty bastard," she grinned. "You want to put a collar on me and treat me like a bitch in heat?"
I explained that I wanted to take her submissive side to a new level and that the collar would give me complete control over her. But when the collar was off, we would be able to let our relationship flourish without any thoughts of submission or domination.
Kirsten looked back at the collar then looked up at me. "I love it," she grinned. "Thank you, sir."
"Good girl, Kirsten. Before we begin, we need to set some ground rules. I've written them down."
I slid an envelope over the table. It said 'Kirsten' on the front.
She opened it and read them aloud.
"Collar Rules:
1. This collar is Kirsten's property.
2. Sir can ask for the collar to be put on, but only Kirsten decides if the collar goes on. Kirsten can put the collar on voluntarily at any time if she wishes. Even if she is alone.
3. When the collar is being fitted by Sir, Kirsten will be kneeling, head bowed and hair held aside
4. Each time the collar is fitted Kirsten will lube up, take a large hit of poppers and insert a small butt plug. This applies even if Kirsten is putting the collar on when she is alone.
5. Once the collar is on it will remain in place for 24 hours unless Sir gives specific permission for it to be removed. Kirsten can request the collar to be removed earlier, but Sir has the right to deny her request(s).
6. If instructed to do so, Kirsten will wear the collar in public, I.D. tag at the front and without covering it with clothing
7. Whilst the collar is on, Kirsten will be expected to carry out all duties eagerly and enthusiastically, irrespective of how degrading or humiliating these may be. There will be no hesitation in obeying Sir's commands
8. In the event that Kirsten reaches a hard limit, she will use a 'safe word.' choose a safe word now and let Sir know what this is."
Kirsten looked up from the document and I held out a small, shiny metal butt plug.
"Gold," she said.
I looked at her quizzically.
"My safe word. Gold," she repeated as she grabbed the shiny butt plug from my hand. "I'll have this too, thank you very much! I have a feeling I'll be needing it shortly."
"OK, Kirsten. I'd like to put that collar on you now. Do you agree?" I asked.
"Oh yes please, sir."
Kirsten slowly got to her knees and bowed her head. I was literally shaking with excitement and anticipation. This had gone better than I had planned and now this beautiful, sexy woman was kneeling before me, submitting herself willingly to my sexual desires. I wondered if she was as turned on as I was.
She set the butt plug beside her and began gathering up her silky black hair.
"You'll need these too," I said, handing her a blue tube of lube and a brown bottle of poppers. She looked up and smiled when she realised what I was offering her.
"Thank you, sir."
She took the tube and the bottle and set them beside the butt plug and finished gather up her hair.
I leant forward and carefully clipped the collar round her slender neck.
Kirsten immediately picked up the poppers, unscrewed the cap and put it to her nostril. Holding the other nostril closed, she took a huge inhale and held it in as she screwed the cap back on.
"Exhale," I said.
Kirsten looked up at me and exhaled as she picked the lube and the butt plug. She flipped open the lid of the lube and squeezed some onto her fingers and reached behind herself, put her hand under her skirt and massaged the lube into her asshole. Next, she squeezed some lube onto the butt plug and smeared it all over the shiny head.
