He said that she couldn’t meet his family until she agreed to be his, 100%. She was on her knees covered in cum, her ass still stinging from the paddling. She held her post, hand held behind her back, knees spread, chest pushed out, for nearly an hour as he sipped his whiskey and read a book. She was shaking, holding her pose. Holding her bladder too.
He had fucked her hard and fast for what seemed like forever, after the paddling, once her ass was a deep red that would soon blossom into darker shades. Then he’d pulled out and came on her face and tits. He hadn’t let her cum. Edging her over and over again. He needed her complete surrender and humiliation.
“You’re doing a good job, pet.” He raised his glass slightly, but didn’t look up from his reading. He had taken the time after fucking her and posing her to take a quick shower and put on a fresh suit before returining and reading his book, sipping his whiskey. He had been training her body to push past what she thought was possible. Making her hold his little pose for so long was just another test to make sure she had the makings of a good whore. After all, he had high standards for his toys.
“Now, “ he closed his book and settled his attention on her trembling form. “ I think the last thing you need to do, to surrender to me, and earn your collar is piss yourself.”
He said it so simply. This humiliating final task. A release of her control over her own body and dignity for his entertainment and approval. She wanted to cry because she knew she wanted, no craved, all of this.
His gaze held hers, demanding she not look away. His attention was solely focused on her and she felt completely exposed. He could read her every thought, and they both knew it. He recognized the exact moment when she realized she could trust him, she could completely humiliate herself because he told her to, and still be safe and adored with him.
The side of his mouth quirked in a smirk as she finally released her bladder. Warm piss ran down her thighs and pooled on the floor around her knees. Tears filled her eyes and he was glad he was filming this from multiple angles. She was a gorgeous mess.
He drained his glass and set it down on a nearby table. Slowly he got up and took the collar from his pocket. “I’m proud of you, pet.” He squatted down in front of her so they were eye to eye. His expensive clean suit was a stark contrast to her wet sticky naked body.
“You’ve shown me that you can endure my love in all its twisted, and messy forms.” He smirked and wiped one of her tears away before it ran into a streaks of cum on her face.
“You make a beautiful fucktoy, Alice” He locked her collar into the place around her throat. It was pink with a ring at the center and rhinestones that spelled out “Fucktoy” on the side.
“Thank you Daddy.” She said with reverence and love, still trembling, still holding her pose.
Soon after he carried her to a warm bath and left her in the dim but warmly lit bathroom, smoking a little weed and hydrating, while he cleaned up the mess they made together. Once he was done he joined her in the large tub and massaged her stiff muscles, eventually bringing her to an earth shattering orgasm.
She slept heavily, until her alarm went off at 6am, and she started her first full day being Daddy’s Fucktoy
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10cau10/getting_collared_mf_short_watersports_age_gap