I pushed the luggage cart down the hall to our room, you following close behind. I’d made sure to get an accessible room from the get-go, and they gave us one on the ground level, though the view from our windows was going to be the least of my interests during this trip.
We reached the door of room 107 and after some quick negotiation with the keycard, I pushed the heavy rack into the cool darkness of what would be our home for the next week.
Then after holding the door propped with my foot for you to roll in, I let it close, leaving us alone.
Once I turned to face you, my demeanor changed. What had been warm and eager was now cold and sharp.
“Do you have the strength to kneel?”
You looked at me with shock. Taken aback by my abrupt change, no doubt.
“W-w-what?”
“Do you, have the strength, to kneel?” I repeated, voice gaining an edge of impatience.
“I-I-I-yes.”
“Kneel.”
While you set about making your way to the floor, I walked to the luggage rack. After some searching through my bag, my hands took hold of the cool leather.
I pulled the collar out and examined it. An inch wide band. Pink leather outside with white stitching, and a soft white leather inside. Silver D-ring to the front, and matching buckle at the back. *PUPPY* etched neatly on the gold heart pendant hanging from the ring.
By the time I turned back, you were on your knees. Stiffly, staring forward toward the closed door. Undoing the buckle, I walked back around to stand before you.
“With this collar, I claim you as mine. To keep, guide and protect. Do you accept this collar knowing it symbolizes these things?”
In that moment your eyes are miles deep, staring into mine with the force of so many emotions whirling behind them. Finally, after an agonizingly long time:
“Yes.” You whisper.
Gently I wrapped it around your neck, before buckling it snugly at the back.
“Not too tight?”
“Mhm.” You whispered.
“Good. Now. Kiss my boots.”
“W-w-wha-?”
I quickly ran my hand through your hair until my palm met the back of your head, then balled my fist grabbing you by a handful of your locks. With my new handle, I pushed your face down to the ground.
“Kiss. Them.” I hissed, words seeping with venom.
You seemed frozen like that for several moments, mind reeling. Finally, you came to your senses and carefully planted a kiss on the toe of my right combat boot.
“Now the other one.”
You did as you were told, giving my left toe the same treatment. This time with a whimper. That single noise sent a rush I’ve rarely felt before through my body, and I was ecstatic you could cause it.
“Now sit up and undo my pants.”
“W-what?” You ask innocently, looking up at me from the ground. I know you heard me.
“Do it, slut!” I raise my voice just a bit. Enough to still go unnoticed to anyone outside, but certainly not by you.
You’re then wrestling with my button and zipper best you can, before quickly pulling my black jeans down my thighs and pushing them to the floor.
I carefully step out of them and kick them to the side before giving the next order.
“Now my panties. Take them off.”
You’re breathing hard now. A bit shaky even. For a few seconds you seem frozen again, mind racing to assert how you got here and if what’s happening is even real.
Then slowly you reach out, pace your fingers in my waistband, and pull down.
The panties get kicked away with the jeans. Then I step closer, grab you by the hair on top of your head this time, and raise a leg to push your face into my cunt.
“Lick me.”
A longer and louder moan this time. I can feel your warm breath on my lips, quick and hard.
I don’t let up. I hold you there, both of us frozen there like some freakish statue, until I feel your tongue lap at me.
“Mmm, good girl.”
I hold the position for minutes, hand never letting go. Moans escape me, my hips rocking to meet the pleasure you provide. I grind my pussy on your face, urging your tongue deeper and making you work to breath.
Once I finally feel my muscles start to cramp despite the pleasure, I move away from your mouth, only to stoop down and kiss you right then.
You’re mine, now and always. Never forget that.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yvh0xx/claimed_ff_collaring_bootlicking_disability