Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Anger, boiling anger like nothing I had ever felt before washed over me. After realising my girl, my perfect pet wasn't just dancing on the floor but was allowing herself to be defiled the anger ripped through me stealing my breath and piercing my heart. I could see the panic in her eyes, but was I just imagining it? Was this truly what she wanted? I thought I knew my girl completely, but this was something I could never imagine her doing, I had teased her yes, I had pleasured myself and denied her but surely that was our life? Staring at her head whipping around the floor I could see the fear painted clearly, and when her gaze landed on me I knew she had seen me. In that instant despite my pain I was still her Master and my instincts to protect her kicked in. My legs moved without my mind controlling them, I strode across the floor the doubt and uncertainty threatening to consume me but I steeled myself as much as I was able and glowered at the man daring to touch my property, forcing him to release her before dragging Sally outside.
The freezing December air did nothing to calm my rage, in fact it mocked me. She began to shiver in her little dress and babbled like a child with excuses and reasoning but it all fell on deaf ears. Marching her around the corner my hand pressing, perhaps too tightly on her arm I tried to quell the rage inside but failed, I was in no state to control myself or to listen to her ramblings. Staring coldly into her gorgeous green eyes, flooded emerald with her sadness I forced myself to look past her, pushing her up against the stone wall I stared down at her. I let that gaze carry all of my pain, all of my disappointment and I could see her breaking. She was always such a good girl, she was my treasure and I would always love and protect her, but she had betrayed me. Gazing at her I needed to claim her, right there and then, slamming her into the wall and thrusting my cock into her tight cunt, filling her with my cum and then looking down at her. Giving her pleasure though would not teach her a lesson tonight so instead I calmed myself, becoming as cold and stoic as I possibly could and reached to my neck. The chain I wore carried the most delicate silver key, the key to my heart, the key to her collar, the collar she had betrayed.
Reaching up to her neck I placed the key inside the heart padlock and removed the emerald symbol of our commitment and with all the pain inside me flung it to the floor below. As she tried to drop to her knees to grab it I pinned her mercilessly by the throat, leaning in close I growled in her ear, "Do you honestly think you're worthy of wearing my collar. " With that I brought my foot down and stamped hard on it, it was expensive and it killed something inside me to do it but I knew she would understand that her actions damaged it far more than I just did, "I'm getting the car cunt, grab that pathetic necklace and make yourself presentable, I won't be seen leaving here with a cheap whore,." With that I strode away from her finally letting the tears begin to fall silently.
I strode across the car park and slammed the key into the car, flopping back against the cool leather I breathed deeply. I wanted her, I loved her, she was my treasure and my life but I couldn't comprehend what she did. Driving up to the side of the manor I watched her standing up clinging to my collar as she smoothed her dress down. I gazed longingly at her hips as she unintentionally swayed them walking towards me, but it just made the rage rise, was it unintentional? Was this girl, the one I thought so innocent just playing me. As she tentatively opened the car door and shifted inside I threw the car into drive and headed straight for our home. The drive was quiet, apart from the occasional raspy intake of breath from her. After one such large gulp of air I found my hand reaching out to her knee, to place it there to comfort her but as I caught myself I said, "Shut the fuck up you stupid cunt and throw that necklace in the glove box. You won't be needing it."
When we reached the house I quickly parked the car slamming the door and strode inside the house.
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As I stared at the open front door the guilt and disgust inside engulfed me. I cherished my collar and all I could think of was His foot coming down on it, did I mean so little to Him? After what I did I wouldn't be surprised. Doing as he ordered I placed the collar inside the glove box and gazed at the house, what would await me inside? My nerves began to get too much for me and the world began to spin. I couldn't breathe and as I clambered out of the car I dry heaved crouching down by the side. What had I been thinking? How could I have let Vince touch me in that way.
Trying to pull together the tatters of my mind I looked forlornly at the house and knew I had kept Him waiting too long already. As I fumbled over the stones and into the house I gazed around not knowing where my Master had gone. Stopping in the doorway I tentatively closed the front door as the strong smell of scotch hit me. Removing my heels I felt the cool wood floor beneath my stockings as I padded gently to the living room where my Master was sat in His usual leather chair, a large drink in His hand.
In that instant I didn't know what to do, the air was tense and suffocating. Should I crawl to Him and beg forgiveness? Should I plead my case? Instead with all the dignity I could muster I walked to the center of the room and dropped to my knees on the padded fur rug, my eyes downcast as I waited silently. The minutes trickled by, the pressure growing and pressing on my very core, I wanted to run, I wanted to drag myself closer to Him but instead I waited. My knees began to hurt and I began to tremble but I knew He was watching me. I could feel His gaze upon me. Minute after minute I waited, until finally, when I felt like I would collapse He moved. In that instant I dared to hope for relief but instead all He did was refill His glass and sit back in His chair. Again the minutes trickled by until in the coldest voice I heard, "Go to your room."
Raising from my knees I dared to steal one glance at my Master, but instead of the eyes which were usually filled with love His gaze wasn't even watching me. Nodding my head silently I left the living room and ascended the stairs, with every step my heart ached. I had wanted to apologise tonight and take my punishment, I yearned to make things right and sleep in my Master's bed, but instead I opened the door to my room. The room my Master had let me have to store my clothes. There tucked in the corner was a small single bed, sitting on the side I began to strip, not taking pride in my clothes like I had earlier in the evening. Instead after removing every garment I stood in front of the small mirror and looked at myself, my hair was tousled, my makeup running down my face... and my neck bare. Pulling back the covers I tucked into the bed naked and alone for the first time in years. Sleep wouldn't come, I just laid there reliving all of my mistakes from the evening, finally after what felt like hours I heard my Master drag Himself up the stairs and the door to His bedroom slam shut. Tears began to prickle at my eyes as I closed them, shaking I felt the first signs of exhaustion wash over me.
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I had sat for a few hours sipping slowly on my scotch and thought, I thought how to handle the situation. Did I still want her? Yes of course I did. Could I forgive her? No. Should I have gone back into the Manor and hit that guy? Oh most definitely. Every special event of our relationship taunted me by coming to mind, the night she had danced naked in front of me for the first time, the shopping trip where I had tormented her and made her beg for my cock in the changing room, even the most mundane of thing. The way she cared for me when I was sick being far too attentive and taking an almost dominant concern, to our movie nights just tucked in each other's arms. I loved Sally more than anyone I had ever met, she was my perfect submissive but tonight had made me doubt, over and over I seen her grinding, her body writhing like it only usually did with me. Anger, fear, sadness, they all circled in my head each flitting to the next before finally as the early morning sun broke I gave in. Sitting here wouldn't bring me any solace, instead I placed my scotch glass unfinished on the table and headed to the stairs.
