[MF, Dominance] Collaring my Bitch: Part 2 (Introducing it to Her)

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/inminw/mf_anal_rape_collaring_my_bitch_part_1_intro/)

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I made a collar for her. About an inch “thick”.

I made it with my own two hands, I felt that was best. As a child I made belts and wallets and other things – Leather Craft they called it. My parents never would have dreamt their dorky little son would grow up to craft an artifact that belonged in a dungeon.

I tenderized the leather so it’d be soft, and a tighter fit she could endure for longer.

It wasn’t to hurt her, it was, to control her. I ensured that.

I dyed it white.

I added a loop and a solid steel ring on the front. This was to be as much as leash as a symbol. Just as she was to be just as much a participant as a possession.

I didn’t punch holes in it, I wanted to fit it, perfectly, for her neck. But the buckle was intense, as was she, this would hold her.

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And so it was that I was fucking her, but, her pussy this time. I couldn’t tell if it was the feel of her cunt, or the knowledge that in my pocket was her collar, which was the primary driver for my lust at that moment.

I didn’t even bother to take off my clothes that time. I literally entered the room, pointed to the desk, said, “Hike up your skirt and bend over it you bitch, present yourself.”

And she almost dripped, I could see it, I could see the wetness on her shaved cunt lips when she exposed them to my view. She always was amped up waiting for me, I don’t now if she edged, squeezing her pussy in anticipation or if it was all mental in the lead up, but I never had to warm her up to slide straight into that cunt if I so felt like it. And often, why would I bother wasting time on her pleasure when I knew she’d get off on whatever I felt like doing to her for my own benefit?

Well this time, I just unzipped, pulled out my cock and I might as well have run toward her.

My cock was inside her with one hard thrust. And that first thrust, was always the best. I always made it count. This time I made it count, before I ripped my cock out and just pounded it back in time and again.

*

All at once I remembered the collar in my pocket, her collar. I reached into my pocket and fished it out. I looked at it and smiled.

I looked at her ass jiggling as I fucked her, and I smiled more.

I slapped her ass with the short piece of the leather. She moaned.

I did it again.

She didn’t look back. She was used to being struck – my cock, my palm, my belt were all things she was regularly slapped with. This must not have raised any feeling of novelty in her. But it would.

I slapped her ass with all the power I had, I saw the leather strap leave a mark. I always loved leaving a mark.

But the “fun” was over. I held the strap over her lower back, I grabbed one side in each hand, I stretched it out and looked it over – she would be beautiful in this.

I leaned forward, I brought the collar over her head and down to her neck in one fast, constant motion. She shook her head back and forth out of instinct, as I imagine was natural, but that subsided quickly. She didn’t know what was to come, or what was happening, and I loved it when I could open her eyes.

She didn’t say anything though, but I did. I wasn’t holding the strap that hard on her neck that she couldn’t talk or breath, I wasn’t pulling on it more than gently, so I know she could protest but she didn’t. I wondered what she thought was to happen.

I kept fucking her, I didn’t stop that, as I basically held her still with that length of material stretched across her windpipe. I leaned down on her, my weight on her back and just slowly pumped my hips, fucking her slowly, but steadily.

I whispered, “I made this for you, my little slut… I love fucking your pussy but what I love fucking most is your mind… this will be your collar soon.” And god my words got me hot regardless of what they did to her, I pumped my cock faster in and out of her, “And when you fucking wear this, you are mine. All your holes, are mind. All your lust, is mine.”

And that thought, as much as anything else, caused me to explode in her pussy. I filled it with my cum as I moaned into her ear. I filled her with my cum as she laid pinned below me, waiting for me to fit her with her collar.

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