The barren concrete cell felt very cold, both physically and emotionally. Jennifer longed to bend and stretch her neck after being held in tight confinement for so many hours. With her hands now free she reached up behind her neck and head to feel how the device was laced and whether she could untie it. Judging by what she couldn't feel, the ends of the laces were somehow cleverly buried within the stiff nylon collar. She tried pulling on the laces in the middle but that only tightened the collar more in the center.
Why didn't he at least give her a break now that she was back in the cell? She paced back and forth like a caged tiger, working off nervous energy while feeling exhausted at the same time. She took the opportunity while moving about to check for anything that might be a weakness in the room but found nothing. If she had some place comfortable upon which to lie she would probably be sound asleep by now. Lying naked on the cement floor just seemed too cold and dreadful. Besides, she wanted to be awake and on her feet when that asshole returned, not asleep in the prone position.
After what seemed like an eternity, she heard the unmistakable echoing sound of the deadbolts being unlocked followed by the whoosh of air as the heavy door swung inward. She had to turn her entire body to see the doorway and determine who was entering. In sauntered David as arrogant as ever.
"How was your night, Jennifer?" he asked knowing full well that she had spent the night awake. She was pretty sure that he had at least one camera watching into the room and the fact that she probably looked terrible and felt even worse was not lost on him.
"I've had better but lovely place you have here," she replied with contempt in her voice.
"How's the attitude. Are you ready to do as you're told?" he asked, not expecting a positive answer.
"Why don't you take this collar thingy off and we can discuss that," she retorted as she tested his willingness to compromise.
"But it makes you look so sexy and it's good for your posture too from what I understand."
She could see from the expression on his face that he was considering it, perhaps as a gesture of good faith. He was hard to read as his facial expressions were usually stoic and unemotional
"If I do remove it and you do anything other than what I tell you, I will punish you. Do you understand?"
"Of course," she said just to get the collar removed. "I'll be just like your other Stepford women. I promise. We can fuck like rabbits."
He rolled his eyes as he walked to the door and closed it before re-engaging the locks. He wasn't really convinced that she was reformed but he was confident that he could manage her if she tried anything. He walked over to her where she stood facing him, their faces within inches of once another. She saw the smirk as she stared him down. He raised his right hand and swept his finger under her left eye.
"Those bags," he exclaimed. "You look pretty tired, Jennifer. Maybe we can find an activity for you today that involves lying down."
She looked him directly in the eyes, "It would be decent of you if you'd get me a bed or even a friggin' blanket," she said with a scowl on her face.
He ignored her remark as usual. "Turn around and I'll see how you behave when I removed your neck corset. No guarantees that we won't be using this again soon, however. Place the palms of your hands on your outer thighs and be still."
She turned around and stood motionless as she waited to feel his fingers on her neck. Instead, she felt his hands rise up toward her chest and gently cup her breasts. She was startled and recoiled when his cold hands touched her breasts. She brought her hands back down where he commanded, took a deep breath and stood as still as she could. He continued to fondle her breasts, running his fingers with a light touch around her nipples. The sensation caused bumps to rise on her areolas and her nipples hardened more than the cold air had already done. The warmth of his breathing felt good on her shoulder as he moved closer to her back. As much as she wanted to haul off and hit him she retained her composure lest she lose her chance to get rid of the confining collar.
"That's a good girl," he said, almost making her boil over with rage.
The muscles in her entire body tensed as she seethed. She was sure he could feel her body stiffen. He had just called her something that would have got most people flattened onto their backside. David continued to stroke her until she could feel his erect member against her back. He slid his right hand down and away from her body and reached behind her back to open his belt and pants. She heard the zipper and could feel what he was doing so she tried to prepare herself. She wasn't quite sure if she could remain passive for another fucking or if she would defend herself. She remembered the locked door and decided that as repulsive as the thought was, now was not the time or place to have this fight. He roughly moved her forward nearly six feet until she was pressed against a wall before he lifted her and achieved penetration.
He literally banged her against the wall as he thrust into her cunt repeatedly. It couldn't have been more than half a minute before he came and his body stiffened against hers, still pressed against the wall. She had turned her head as much as the corset would allow but her nose and chin were flat against the wall and hurt from the pounding. She could feel his semen running down her right thigh after he withdrew. He was breathing hard as he set her back down. Jennifer was speechless as he immediately began to fiddle with the neck corset.
"I guess I'll take that as a yes to my earlier question<" he said without any further remarks.
He did something to free up the laces and loosened the collar. After he pulled her away from the wall and removed it up and over her head, she rotated her head around in circles and ran her right hand over her stiff neck. Just having the room air sweep over the skin on her neck felt good. Regaining her neck mobility of course was the best part. As she stood enjoying the movement, he was already getting ready for something else. He stood near the door and began to unlock it.
"I think part of your problem my dear is that you have is a basic lack of trust in me. I have something to try to improve on that. When I open the door, I want you to follow me - Two steps back and one to the left. You will address me as Sir too or I will give you a swat with my riding crop every time you neglect to address me properly. Are you clean on that?"
As much as she wanted to defy him and call him, "dave," she obliged and answered, "Yes, Sir,"
