"Another round!" The woman demanded. Jack had been extra attentive to her all night since she had snapped at him. He'd been wondering how to get the collar on her. It would have been easier if she had been drinking, but she had been on club soda all night.
"Certainly ma'am," Jack replied, hiding his annoyance at how bitchy she was. He had just told Abby how he enjoyed his job, except the drunks, but this woman was stone cold sober and far worse than any of the drunk regulars were.
He made their drinks and took them over to the table. It was another woman's birthday and there was a group of eight of them celebrating. They were all rather attractive, but Jack wasn't interested in them, he was interested in the bitch that had been bossing him around all night.
At first a drink wasn't quite right, then one was too strong, another not strong enough, despite the fact they were all made with the same measuring cup. Then she wanted snacks, but wasn't happy with the selection they had in stock and personally blamed Jack for not stocking her favourite brands.
Jack had almost told her to fuck off multiple times, but he didn't want to drive her out. He wasn't worried about getting fired for doing it, he just wanted her to stay in the bar until he figured out a way to get the collar on her. Despite being a bitch, she was extremely attractive. Maybe that was why she was a bitch, she was used to everybody giving her what she wanted just because she was pretty.
She was wearing a black dress, which clung tightly to her body, showing off she was tall and slim. She had a modest chest, with a round ass that pressed against the material of the dress. Long slim legs lead down to a tall pair of black heels. Her face was attractive, with blue eyes and a bright smile. She had her blonde hair up in fancy hair style, Jack had no idea what it was called. It was plaited, which were weaved into an intricate pattern on the back of her head, held in place with various pins topped with pearls, while the underlying hair hung down straight down her back.
Either way, Jack was going to get the collar on her. He just had to find a way.
"Excuse me ma'am," he asked as he walked past her.
"What is it?" She snapped.
"We've got a promotion on at the moment, it's simple to do and you can have a round of free drinks," Jack told her. The woman looked at him and her eyes narrowed, she was clearly wealthy, yet the idea of getting something for free appealed to her a lot.
"It's simple, you just have to put this collar on, if it fits without being adjusted, you get free drinks," Jack explained, holding the collar up. The woman looked at it with disdain.
"You want me to put that cheap tat on?" She scoffed.
"It's entirely up to you, I just thought you might enjoy the chance of free drinks for your group," Jack said, loud enough for a couple of them to hear him.
"Free drinks?" One of them quickly replied, turning to see what Jack was talking about. Another heard and joined as well and Jack explained the concept.
"Put it on!" The two women encouraged their friend. She looked at them both before rolling her eyes.
"Only because it's Sal's birthday," she sighed as she took the collar. She held with between two fingers as if carrying a piece of trash. Slowly she brought it up to her neck and wrapped the material around it, clicking the clasp shut.
"Congratulations, your next round of drinks is free!" Jack announced quickly, the two women cheering and not noticing the strange look on their friend's face.
"Wooooo!" One of them cheered, quickly rushing over to the group to tell them the good news. Jack leaned in and whispered in the bitchy woman's ear.
"Act like your normal bitchy self and then come over to the bar once I've given them their free drinks," Jack whispered. The woman nodded and turned to her friends, dismissing Jack with a wave of her hand. Jack chuckled at the gesture and returned to the bar to begin making their drinks.
His cock was hard as he poured the drinks, looking over at the group. The woman was talking to her friends, acting no different and none of them had questioned her now wearing the collar. Maybe they just thought she had to keep it on. Jack thought it suited her.
He finished their drinks and took them over to the group. As he returned to the bar, he heard the sound of high heels behind him.
"What do you want?" The woman asked snappily, still acting like her normal self.
"Come with me," Jack told her. She followed as he led her into the back, telling his colleague he was going on break. He led her down into the locker-room where the staff stored their belongings.
"What are we doing down here?" The woman asked, a look of disgust on her face.
"Give me a blowjob," Jack ordered. The woman nodded and dropped to her knees, reaching out and unbuckling his pants. She pulled them down, freeing his hard cock with jumped free, slapping her on the chin. She rolled her eyes and before reaching up and grabbing the base of his cock as she sunk her mouth over the head.
Jack watched as she robotically bobbed her head back and forth, it felt nice, but it was clear she wasn't enjoying herself. Jack was amused, she was clearly under the control of the collar, but his command to act like herself meant she had none of the drive or desire to please him that people usually had. She was doing as she was told and that was all and it was obvious she did not enjoy sucking his dick.
"Is it just me you don't enjoy blowing or is it any cock?" Jack asked.
"I love sucking cock, I just don't want to give you the satisfaction of seeing me enjoy it," the woman replied, taking her mouth off his cock long enough to answer before returning to her task. Jack was surprised by her answer, wondering why she would feel that way, especially while under the collars control.
"Tell me, why is that?" He asked.
"Because you told me to act like my normal self and why would I want to give a man I just met the satisfaction of knowing I enjoy sucking his cock?" The woman replied, before taking his cock back into her mouth once again. Jack smiled, after mocking Abby about not being careful about how she ordered him to act, he'd fallen into the same trap.
"Alright, so tell me why do you love sucking cock so much," Jack told her.
"Because it's so submissive, it makes me so horny," she answered. Jack looked at her, once again surprised by her answer. He had thought she'd view it as some kind of power play, but with her in control deciding how much pleasure the man got, it would fit her personality. He wasn't expecting her to enjoy being the submissive in the scenario.
"Why does being submissive make you horny?"
"Because that's my biggest fantasy. I put out this persona of being tough and confident and a bitch, because I enjoy being like that. But I wish that in private, someone would dominate me, make me their submissive slave to use however they want. I want to completely give up control," the woman answered.
"Well in that case," Jack began as he grabbed the woman's head. He pulled it forward while thrusting his hips, shoving his cock down her throat. The woman gagged and grabbed his thighs in surprise as the sudden intrusion, but didn't try and push him off. Jack held his cock there, blocking her airways for a minute before pulling back. The woman gasped for breath as her eyes watered.
Jack waited a moment for her to catch her breath before pushing forward again. She didn't resist as he slid back into her throat and began to fuck her face. He thrust in and out, he could feel her trying not to gag each time he pushed into her throat. Each time he pulled out she took a short breath through her nose before her airway was quickly blocked again.
Jack abused her throat for a few minutes, enjoying seeing her choking on his cock. He felt his orgasm starting to approach and pulled out. Without a word he pushed her back. She fell backwards, her dress riding up and showing off her panties that had a very obvious wet spot.
"Someone's excited," Jack teased as her grabbed her hips and flipped her over. Pulling her ass up, he left her on her knees, her face pressed into the floor. She didn't resist and he could see how excited she was as he pulled her panties to one side. He kneeled down behind her and pressed his cock against her slick entrance. With a single push, he buried himself to the hit, making her gasp as he spread open her tight tunnel.
He began thrusting and her moans quickly grew. Jack reached forward and wrapped his fingers in her hair, pulling on it harshly and yanking her head up, forcing her to lift herself with her hands. His rough treatment just increased the frequency and volume of her moans until she was shuddering in orgasm around his cock.
The feeling of having complete control over the woman that had been treating him so poorly all evening was thrilling. Jack felt his orgasm rearing its head again and he picked up the pace of his thrusts. He fought the urge to just cum inside her and pulled out at the last second, covering her ass and back with his cum. He looked at his handy work and smiled, chuckling slightly as he realised, he didn't even know the woman's name.
"From now on, I'm going to call you slut and you're going to love it. Each time you hear it, you'll get more and more turned on. Even when the collar comes off, that'll still be true. It'll also be true that you love being controlled by me, even without the collar, you'll do anything I tell you just for the chance of being under my control. In fact, the only way you'll be able to get off is if I tell you to," Jack told her.
"Of course..." the woman moaned as she slowly stood up. Jack looked at her, her hair a mess and make up smeared. It was clear what she had been doing.
"Now go and re-join your friends, don't tidy yourself up. I want them to be able to tell what you were just doing. Leave my cum and pull your dress back down over it. Having it on your skin turns you on each time you feel it. You'll only want to clean it once you go home and shower," Jack told her.
"I do love it," she groaned as she pulled the dress down.
