How I got collared. [Short] [Mdom] [Fsub] [collaring] [Love] [M28] [F21] [creampie]

First of all, this story is compleatly fictional, even if it’s based on a recent kink I discovered…

It’s also based on a suggestion from one of my readers, so feel free to message me if you have any ideas for future stories. :)

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How I got collared

It was like every other weekend. When I got off at five I phoned one of my potential dates and set up dinner. I just thought I could ride on the generosity of others but as I was about to learn, that was not the case.

He was at my house at six and we got to the restaurant at half past. The ride there was relatively uneventful. I looked him over, taking in his character. He was confident. At least that’s what I thought. He wasn’t the most muscular, but he wasn’t in bad shape by any means. He definitely looked like he could have his way with me if he wanted and I could do nothing about it. I didn’t think he would though. He seemed nice.

When we got there it was dark outside. There were a few snowflakes slowly falling from the closed sky. It was cold. Few rays of light reached down to the frozen ground. Where we were going the weather outside didn’t really matter. The restaurant was maybe not the nicest, but it didn’t have to be. I was just here for the food after all. The tables were strewn about as nice as they could be. White tablecloths and off brand silverware. They clearly tried, but probably didn’t have the budget to get all the way there.

We got ourselves a seat and after a small introduction he waved to the waiter.

As time passed and we ate, something grew between us. I had never felt the same around anyone else. Normally when the bill comes I just push it across the table and get up, but this time I signed it without thinking. We sat for probably an hour even after everything was paid for. Just talking, or flirting I guess. I felt the attraction to him. I mean I don’t go out with guys I don’t find attractive, but he was something else. It wasn’t just his outside, but I could see his soul. He was different. Beautiful. Dominant. He didn’t show it all that much, but I could tell. Usually I play dom, but for him I felt weak. I felt my underwear moisten and my nipples stiffen. Conversation continued and the night grew darker. It was late when I proposed that we go to my place for coffee, though the plan was never to drink.

When we got home there was obvious passion in the air. We went right to the bedroom. I didn’t do this too often, but it definitely happened. I was pretty experienced. Maybe more than him, but I still felt a bit nervous. When I dropped my skirt I found my underwear soaked. I stripped down fully and looked over at him. He wasn’t undressed. When I asked him why he said: “Not just yet.”

I turned around and was about to put my clothes back on when he told me to stop. It surprised me a little. The assertiveness in his voice. It was intoxicating. I felt more compelled to obey than I ever had before. After that he told me to come around the bed. I did as told. It felt a bit weird, but I did it. As he told me to sit in his lap something clicked inside me. I realised that this was right. I wanted to sub for him. I needed to sub for him. With me sitting in his lap he told me how things were gonna go. He was going to tell me what to do and I was going to do it. As his description of all the things he was going to do to me grew more and more dirty I could feel the increasing wetness between my legs grow with it. He was so hot. I really did seem to lose myself to him.

He fucked me that night. He fucked me so good. I remember how he stopped right after I came and told me that I broke a rule, though. I had to tell him if I was about to cum and he had to give me permission. It didn’t really bother me considering all the other things I had agreed to, so I promised him that I would. I’d be his good little girl. Do as he said. Then he went right back to fucking me again.

As all my stress went away I felt my love for him grow. Did I love him? I called him “daddy”, but I had done that with previous partners too. While different thoughts throbbed around inside my brain I tried my best to gather them. The message was clear when I had. I was his. I thought it was weird, but I also couldn’t see myself living without sharing the day with him. I felt him increase the pace in which he rearranged my insides. I had the feeling that he was going to cum soon, but that didn’t bother me. As the moment came and he pumped his seed straight into my guts I didn’t flinch. I was in some sort of trans, I guess. As he pulled out he made me lick up anything that dripped out of my abused little pussy. I’m not gonna lie… I loved it. It was like melting from the inside out. And the comfort of him laying beside me, caressing my body, it was… I loved it. This repeated in the morning. We fucked, I licked up his creampie and we cuddled. During breakfast which I of course offered him he asked for my phone number. I took his phone in my hands and typed it in as fast as I could. He said he liked me and that he would like me to be his. At that moment I was dying on the inside. I knew he liked me, but I guess the confirmation really got to me.

The next Friday he knocked on my door. We had spoken during the week and once again set up a date. He greeted me with a hug and a kiss. Then he told me that he had something for me. I stopped him and said that we would have sex after dinner, but he insisted. He said:

“I know that you are mine, so do you, but I want everybody else to know that too.”

With those words he reached into his jacket pocket and took out a collar. Not one for a dog, but more for a person.

“You want me to wear that?” I asked him.

“I do, and you will” he commanded.

I felt my panties moisten once more and knew I wanted to as well. I wanted everyone to know I’m his. He put the collar around my neck and strapped it on. I felt the lust consume me when he said:

“Now my pet, let’s go to dinner.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zmwctx/how_i_got_collared_short_mdom_fsub_collaring_love