New story set in the same world as Friends, Masters and Slaves, The Frat Party, The Warehouse, A Bad Night and Blackmailing Erika, a utopian world created by COLLAREDSLUTGIRLS.
All characters are over 18 years old and this story is solely a figment of my imagination.
My language is Spanish, I apologize for any grammatical errors I may make when translating the stories into English).
The Collection Pole
I dress as you asked me to, I look in the mirror and I don't recognize myself, I look like a whore, although I doubt a whore would wear a two-thousand-dollar lingerie set and a pair of manolos of the same price.
I wiggle in front of the mirror admiring my reflection, the shoes and fishnet stockings up to mid-thigh stylize my long legs even more, the black silk and lace garter belt is provocative and sexy, the panties type shorts reach almost to the edge of the stockings and graze my navel, although they barely hide anything, they are made of transparent fabric which has forced me to completely shave my pussy, the bra of the same material wraps my breasts marking my already hard nipples, it has no straps, it closes around the neck.
I love it when you propose these games to me, you don't do it very often, but when you do I know I'm in for a night full of orgasms and perverse fantasies.
I go down to the living room, where you are waiting for me with two glasses of champagne and I smile to see your reaction looking hypnotized how the clothes you have chosen for me fit me, you are not easily surprised, but this time it has happened, as shown by two details: that you have been looking at me for almost a minute without moving and without saying a word, and that in your crotch is clearly marked the bulge of your already hard cock.
Finally, I am the one who approaches you, taking the cup from your hand to bring it to my lips, you react and do the same, we have barely finished drinking them when you have grabbed me by the waist to pull me to you and you have already begun to play with my pussy and my tits.
You treat me roughly as I have asked you on many occasions to do and which you have always refused to do, your hands squeeze my tits hurting me somewhat, your fingers caress the outside of my pussy hard.
Without expecting it you grab me tightly by the waist and push me against the window overlooking the park and gardens surrounding our house.
"Look out there;" you tell me holding my head.
I look outside and see it, I don't know how you did it, but there sits the collection pole I have fantasized about so much. Your hand is already inside my pussy, your fingers moving in and out of it, stopping every few moves to focus on my clit.
You masturbate me for over fifteen minutes, always keeping me on the edge, in that time we never stop looking at the collection pole. I don't expect anyone to show up, this area of town is home to people with a lot of money, and those people don't dump their daughters or family members on a collection pole.
Finally, someone shows up, I feel a shiver as I see myself exposed in the window practically naked with you masturbating me, I know they can't see me, but that turns me on even more.
We see that it is Mr. Yates, dragging by the hand the youngest of his daughters, Tiffany, naked and sobbing. He has told us many times that he was thinking of getting rid of her, that she was a spoiled and capricious child, who did nothing but spend money and didn't want to study.
I wonder if putting that collection pole there to fulfill my fantasy has accelerated Mr. Yates' decision.
Mr. Yates locks her ankles and wrists in the leather restraints, and grabs the collar attached to the post, he hesitates for a few moments but in the end places the collar around poor Tiffany, making her a slave girl, fortunately for her the post is not authentic, and in a couple of hours she will be released.
I look at Tiffany, I observe how she has been positioned, bent at the waist practically at a ninety-degree angle with her ass slightly raised, the length of the restraints prevents her from any movement, not even allowing her to move her head to see who is coming from behind, although she has a privileged view of the park.
"Don't move!" you order me stopping playing with my pussy and moving away from me, I don't know where you have gone until I see you appear through the garden, you look at the window and smile at me as you approach Tiffany placing yourself in front of her.
"Thank God it's you Mr. Lance;" the frightened young girl yells out to you, "Let go of me before someone comes and talks to my father to let me go home;" she pleads with you.
I can hear the whole conversation thanks to the microphone you are wearing and the receiver in my ear.
"There is no turning back, you are a slave girl now;" you tell her grabbing her by the hair, lifting her head as much as the restraints will allow you to give her a kiss on the lips.
Tiffany lets out a moan of protest when you separate your mouth from hers, as if she doesn't want you to stop.
Without letting her recover from the shock, you position yourself behind her and without any foreplay you begin to fuck her, even though Tiffany's pussy is not lubricated, your cock enters without difficulty up to almost its entire length breaking her virginity easily. It must be true what they say that once the collar is around the neck the new slave girls become horny sluts eager for cock, because I soon hear the first moans of Tiffany.
I feel envious watching how you fuck Tiffany, hard and violently without caring about hurting her, as if she was just an object for your pleasure, you are fucking her the way I have asked you many times to fuck me and you have always refused.
While you continue fucking Tiffany, Mr. Garcia, another of our neighbors appears dragging his daughter Ana with him, Ana and Tiffany are best friends, but unlike Tiffany, Ana is a good student and a good daughter.
Mr. Garcia greets you calmly, as if it were the most normal thing to see you fucking a girl we have known for years. He places his daughter on the pickup pole repeating the movements of Mr. Yates and then he moves away from her but doesn't leave, he stays watching you fuck Tiffany, as if he was waiting... waiting to fuck her too.
You pull out of Tiffany's pussy after bringing her to at least three orgasms, you haven't cum, you have promised to cum in my pussy when this fantasy is over.
As you are about to pull away Mr. Garcia turns to you to say something.
"I wanted to ask you something Joseph;" Mr. Garcia says to you. "Anna and Tiffany often talked about how much they liked you, how sexy you were, knowing Tiffany I'm sure she has masturbated imagining you fucking her, and Anna probably did too;" he continues to tell you.
"I have seen how you deflowered Tiffany, and how you made her enjoy, although well now that she is a slave girl, she will enjoy any man who fucks her;" comments Mr. Garcia provoking laughter from both of them, "I am sure Anna would be happy that you were the first one to fuck her, and not any of those guys who will fuck her until the collection patrol arrives."
