Collared

Candle light lit the room, it looked no different than any other bedroom. That is, other than the few toys laid out in a neat row upon the bed. What caught her eye and her breath was the thin, unadorned leather collar with a length of flimsy chain attached reflecting the light. She looked past the bed to see him sitting quietly in a low chair in the corner of the room. He sat unmoving, no emotion on his face at all, she stood there, uncertain. As he slowly rose and walked towards her, he asked her, you up for a little play? She simply nodded yes, knowing what was in store for the both of them.

He reached out to embrace her, pulling her close, their tongues intermingled. He wanted her in the worse way, she had that effect on him, but not tonight, tonight was to be savored. He started reaching for her shirt and pulled it up over her head. His hands went instantly to the waist of her long skirt, loosening it, he slides it down her legs revealing thigh high, black leather, healed boots. How fitting for my mood right now he says as he admires her form. He reaches for the collar and tenderly clasp it around her neck as she holds her hair out of the way. Are you ready to do exactly what is asked of you?She says yes without the slightest hesitation.

He runs his had along the chain, taking up the slack he guides her back to the chair in the corner where he sits. Holding the end of chain in his hand, he tells her to remove her bra. She reaches behind her to unclasp the strap, pulling it away freeing her breast. He instructs her to get the nipple clamps from the bed, letting the chain fall to the floor. She gives him the clamps and leans down to him, bringing her tits within reach of his mouth. He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, causing it to harden, he pulls his mouth away to attach the clamp. He then moves to the other side, doing the same. Both clamps are attached with a small chain, matching the one on her collar, that hangs loosely between both breast.

He then instructs her to take off her satin panties. She turns away from him, gripping the sides of her thong, slowly she works it down her legs over her boots, now bent at the waist, her ass presented to him. That is so sexy he says to her, admiring her curves, he tells her stay just like that. His hands reach out, caressing her ass, savoring the smoothness. With a quick snap, he smacks her right ass cheek, she responds with a slight ohhh. He continues the smacks, alternating between left and right, rubbing, smacking, soothing. Her reaction stays the same throughout, just the ever so slight purring. He tells her to pick an implement off the bed to continue this. She rises up and takes a thin flexible leather rod from the bed and hands it to him, then bends over in front of him again, her hands on the front of her legs for support. He then uses the rod on her already red backside. Now, that's the response he was looking for, slight jumps every time the rod makes contact. Slight whets start rising where he landed his blows. After a short time, he puts the rod on the ground, again caressing her tender bottom, soothing. For him its not about the pain, its the control and the willingness to submit to only him.

He reaches between her legs, running his finger up and down between her wet, swollen pussy lips, continuing to sooth her ass with his free hand. She now has both sensations running through her, the pain and pleasure, its enthralling to her, pulling her further towards ecstasy. He stops abruptly and tells her to get the vibrator off the bed and return to the same position. She hands him the vibrator and bends over in front of him again. His hand returns to her body while he works the vibrator up and down between her legs, settling on her hardened clit, he moves it lightly over and around. Her legs start shaking, the first orgasm building, then overtaking her, she lets out the breath she didn't realize she was even holding.

She rights herself and turns to face him, gingerly reaching for the waist of his pants, her eyes on his seeking permission. He nods his assent as he removes his own shirt and she unclasp his pants. Her hands on his waist now, her fingers sliding between skin and waistband, material gathering at her wrist as her hands slide down his thighs. His hardening cock freed from that constrictive prison. She continues removing his pants, on her knees now, face in front of her prize. Her tongue parts her lips, leaning in, licking circles around the head. At the same time, she grabs the chain from her collar, putting it back into his hand. Now its he who is moaning, her tongue expertly covering every inch of his now fully erect cock. She moves to his balls, first tonguing one, then gently sucking it in fully as her hand wraps around his shaft.

His hands now in her hair, the chain wrapped through the fingers of one hand, candle light still glimmering off the links standing out against her long dark hair. Her mouth moves to the head of his cock, parting lips enveloping the head in her warm, wet mouth, tongue working behind closed lips. The pressure increases as she takes more of him into her, the pressure from his hands matching hers. His head thrown back, enjoying her talents. She looks up at him, dark eyes, dark hair, and mouth full, sliding up and down his shaft. He looks down, when his eyes meet hers, she takes all of his length into her mouth. He growls with pleasure, fingers entwined with hair and chain. I want to taste you he says to her.

She stands, pushing him back into the chair. Placing a foot on either side of his legs, she stands upon the chair, lowering her pussy to his waiting mouth. His tongue darting out into her, up and down her pussy, savoring every fold and scent. He draws her down by pulling the chain down gently, she lowers herself on to his waiting cock, guiding it into her wetness, so easily penetrated. They both groan with the sensations. She moves her hips back and forth taking the entire length into her. As she does so, the chain connecting the nipple clamps sways with her movements. The pace quickens between them, she whispers in his ear harder, his hands on her hips, driving her down on him. Oh fuck yes she says, just like that. Her body tenses as another orgasm rocks her core. He smiles to himself, reveling in the knowledge that he is driving her to new heights of passion.

She picks up the pace again, riding him. In his ear she says I want you to cum, fill my pussy. It does not take that much urging as he unloads into her, his hips rising to bury himself into her. They both stay still, arms around each other, panting with the afterglow. She throws her head back and says now how are we going to top that?