The Collaring of Nicholas (MF)(Femdom)(Pegging)

The old leather chair creaked, the occupant shifting their weight to relax into it. A hand slowly reached out to the small table beside the chair to grasp at a half-empty glass of wine. There were several bright cherry red lipstick smears on the rim of the glass, contrasting from the dark liquid inside. A puff of smoke erupted from the occupant, and the same hand deposited a burnt out cigarette, ashing it into the ceramic tray on the table. A sigh emanates from the sitter, and in a soft yet domineering tone, a woman said, “That’s enough. Stand up.”

Melissa smirked at the boy before her. He was barely a man, 19 at the oldest. She was at least 10 years his senior, yet she couldn’t help be fascinated by him. What was his goal? In the messages he had sent over the Internet dating site, he seemed to be a self-proclaimed ‘MILF-hunter’, yet he had been at her feet for the past 30 minutes borderline worshiping them. He rose, somewhat uncomfortably, and stood silently. “Well?” Melissa asked, “Get rid of those clothes. All of them.” Wordlessly, the boy complied, removing his polo and slacks, and then his boxers. Melissa couldn’t help but audibly chuckle at his genitals, which were standing at attention.

“You like this, don’t you?” She teased, then paused for a moment, “Are you going to answer me?”
“Yes, I am.” He replied softly.
“Uh, what was that?”
“Yes, mistress.” He spoke louder.
“That’s what I thought. Stay there.” Melissa stood, her black heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she did. She spun, twirling the black dress she wore and exited the room.

When she returned, she had a few objects in her hands, which she promptly set on the table. “Would you like more?” She asked.
“Yes, mistress.” The boy replied.
“Good. Put your hands on the chair and bend over. Put that pretty little ass out for me.” The boy willingly obeyed and bent over. Melissa rounded him and got behind him. Her hand reeled back and came smacking down against his bottom, audibly slapping his buttock. He winced in pain, but said nothing.
“Good boy.” She said as she reached for one of the objects she placed on the table. In her hand, she produced a small bottle, which she opened and squirted against his anus. The cold lubricant caused the boy to tense up, though he tensed up even more when two of Melissa’s fingers slid into him. He winced again, feeling her force open the muscles of his anus as she seemed to search around for something. An uncontrolled moan escaped his lips as her fingertips brushed against his prostate. This brought a smile to the dominant woman’s face. More moans as she proceeded to stroke and prod this button, until his cock was dripping with precum.
“I do like a responsive boy,” Melissa purred, sliding her fingers out of him.

With a quick flutter of cloth, her dress came up and over her head and landed on the floor unceremoniously. “I do hope you’ll like this next part. If you cum… maybe I’ll keep you.” She giggled as her hand once again reached for something. The boy couldn’t see what she was doing, but her the clinks of metal and fabric moving. Suddenly, he felt an invading mass once again at his backdoor. But this was no finger. He didn’t even have time to fully process it before a 7 inch silicon cock was sliding up inside of him. Melissa’s hands found their way to his waist, and she pulled him against her pelvis, burying the dildo deep inside him. He moaned out in both pleasure and pain.

“I’m glad you like it, puppy.” Melissa said softly, “Try to relax, hun.” The boy tried his best to relax, but couldn’t help it when Melissa began to move her hips, which caused the invader to recede. He gasped as the length slid against his prostate, and tensed up when it was shoved back in again. This process repeated, though slowly, until he found himself desiring the full feeling again.

Melissa began to pick up the pace, bucking against him to strike against his prostate with each thrust. His cock twitched as her hand again came down on his buttocks, creating a reverberating slap as she spanked him. He felt like a whore, moaning as he was fucked by this older woman. The unique mix of pleasure and pain she brought overwhelmed him, and soon he found himself tensing again. But for what? A few ropes of sticky, warm semen shot from his cock onto the floor, which elicited a giggle from Melissa. “Excellent work.” She slid the cock out of him, which drew a whimper from his lips. “You came a little too quickly for me to have my fun properly, but we’ll work on that.”

Did that mean he impressed her? He got his answer soon enough as he felt a leather collar be slid around his neck. With a soft click, Melissa locked a tiny padlock that kept the collar from coming off. “You’re mine now, Nicholas.”

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One comment on “The Collaring of Nicholas (MF)(Femdom)(Pegging)

  1. Fun stuff.

    Not sure if you want feedback but here’s my .02. The collaring / your mine at the end seems rushed. She just met this guy on a dating site and fucked him once and wants to take him on as a sub? Maybe it’s just part of the fantasy and if so then great.

    One way to have the same type of ending but amp it up is to have her give him a “training” collar and say your ass is mine… for the weekend. If you please me maybe I’ll consider keeping you longer.

    My long winded point is make the boy work for it. Generate some conflict!

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