"A gasp floated through the room as He opened His jeans and pulled out His manhood. My lips opened willingly and without any shame as He pushed His hard cock inside - all the way down my throat. The collar slipped around my neck, and as the soft click of the little lock was heard – almost like thunder in my ears - He came with a load moan...sending my own body into orgasmic shivers...I cried around His pulsing cock as He came...and I was His."
His cock slowly softened in my mouth, and I moaned quietly as it slipped out from between my lips. My eyes opened – and searched for His.
His gaze was soft, and He had a smile on His lips. I was still trembling, and He chuckled a bit as He read the question in my eyes, "Yes, pet – you may touch your collar."
My fingertips danced along the lovely braided collar, and my eyes never left His...collared – owned. I belonged to another human being. I was taken, just like a beast, and I had never been happier in my life, or more frightened.
He lifted from the chair and extended His large hand to me, and I smiled when I saw how small my hand looked in His. He urged me to my feet ~ and walked with me to the other side of the room, where a bench was placed. It was in dark red leather, and was shaped like a Y. My heart skipped several beats, and I looked at Him without saying a word...somehow knowing it was not the time to protest or speak at all.
He helped me up, and made me lay down on my back. His hands were gentle as they opened my legs widely and attached my ankles into restraints. I was blushing feverishly, because I was not at all used to being on display like this, but I did not hesitate or protest for one single moment.
His hand brushed between my petals, and a low laughter spilled from His lips, "My, my" He smiled, "it seems like someone is excited."
My eyes widened as His finger rubbed over my clit, and automatically my back arched into that sweet bow – showing Him that quiet plea for more.
His finger left my sex, and pushed against my mouth, and with a tender yelp I licked it clean and left small kisses on His rough skin. He had working hands, and I had always quite admired that in a man. One that could create things with His hands, not only due His work ~ but also through His magic, when with a submissive.
His hand brushed against my entire body. He tweaked my nipples, and He had His eyes to mine the entire time. My arms were stretched out and attached in the restraints, and I was spread eagle before Him – and everyone else that wished to watch the scene about to start.
My body was trembling, and now I needed His soothing voice desperately.
He saw the fear in my eyes, mixed with that gentle light of submission, and He leaned down to my ear so that only I could hear His words, "I am going to claim you, my joy" He murmured, "I will claim your hot little sex and your ass. You may scream and you may cry, but you will not speak until i give You permission to do so again. Do You understand, my joy?" He looked at me for an answer, and I just looked back at Him quietly.
He tossed His head back and laughed heartedly, "You are indeed obedient, darling pet, but this restriction has not yet started. You are free to ask questions and speak until I say now."
I was so lost. I wanted Him so badly I felt I could not wait another moment, but I had to ask things before it was too late.
My voice was so soft when it whispered to Him, "I have not yet been opened anally, Sir."
The blush on my face deepened, and His hand lay to rest on my cheek. "Angel baby," He whispered. "I will not promise you it will not be painful, but I shall mix that with bliss. You are indeed to be claimed fully today, and I have every intention to show you Who you belong to – from this moment on!"
A stern flickering flame was born in His eyes as He spoke, and surrendering tears filled mine. I trembled without any control now, but my exposed sex was giving me away, as it was positively dripping from the need inside me.
His finger returned to my clit, rubbing softly back and forth. My hips lived with His touches, and I was already breathing in short and shallow gasps.
My mind was racing, "Good God, what is this man doing to me...where is my shy side. Where are my limits...how can I trust Him so..."
He saw the light in my eyes changed, and it was as if He was reading my mind. His head lowered, and His lips locked around my nipple.
His fingers tweaked the other and I was sailing away slowly. "No holding back, joy" He whispered against my nipple, "cum when you want and how you want. Give me all of you."
He placed Himself between my legs, and His cock was already hard. The head was softly poking against my sex, and my petals licked it with the dripping nectar, making it ready for His use.
My eyes were huge pools of sapphire shimmers, and my fingers locked around the restraints. My body was flaming up and I knew I was seconds away from another release, and it shocked me more than anything else. Usually I could cum once if I was lucky, but twice? He saw the signs, seemingly reading me like an open book, and the moment I lifted into the bliss of yet another orgasm, He plowed into me, and took me hard and violently.
He fucked me hard through the entire release, and I heard a sore and loud cry – only to find out that it had emerged from my own throat.
A cry filled with bliss and despair, a cry from ancient times – a cry from a total woman, finally allowed to open up the her full submission.
