**And for the first time ever made me squirt!**
He’d suggested it casually, almost as a joke.
“Wouldn’t it be fun to try wearing a collar?”
I was intrigued.
“Sure,” I said, “I’ve never tried anything like that before.”
I’ve always loved raw, rough sex, especially doggy when the man is pinning me down and plowing between my legs, his hands round my neck.
I also love toys: whips, dildos, blindfolds… So why not collars?
We ordered a nice one online, thick so as not to injure my slender neck, and waited with bated breath for it to arrive.
I fingered myself a couple of times imagining what the collar would feel like tight against my skin. Would my man fuck me raw on our bed? Or would he force me to kneel at his feet and suck his cock?
I learned soon enough.
Time for Me to Get Trained.
The collar arrived (with a leash) and my man and I had a long talk about safe words, boundaries, and so on.
After that, it was time for me to get trained.
We’d decided to act out a fantasy we both shared where I was his boss and he was my subordinate.
At first, I would resist being collared, but then, after “a little” coercion, I’d be broken into loving it. Into being his submissive.
As you can see, the conversation about safety was extremely necessary. Never skip it! Never do this with someone you don’t completely trust!
Now, back to the story.
I dressed in a tight button-down shirt and black skirt. I slid stockings up my legs and put on my heels. I’m short, barely coming up to my man’s shoulders on a good day, but in my heels I felt tall, powerful.
The last detail was a pair of thick rimmed glasses, completing the sexy librarian/businesswoman/MILF look.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I was pleased to see my man’s cock stiffen at the sight of me.
I wasn’t Rosalie any longer. I was Mrs Lucinda Diaz.
Now it was time to play.
We brought a chair into the bedroom for me to sit on and used the night table as a wannabe desk. My man went out and I pretended to be working on my laptop.
Tap-tap-tap.
“Come in!”
“You wanted to see me, Mrs Diaz?”
“Yes, Josh. Please, shut the door behind you.”
As soon as he sat down, I started going off on him, raising my voice and telling him how unsatisfactory his work was.
He flushed and, after a few minutes, leapt out of his chair.
“You can’t talk to me like that!”
“Excuuuuuuuuuse me?” I said all haughtily. “Do you know who I am?”
“I know what you are,” my man said, pulling the collar out from his pocket. “And when bitches misbehave, they go back on their leashes.”
I pretended to be outraged. I struck out, aiming a slap at his face.
He caught my wrist and drew me to him.
Oh, that got me wet…
I struggled in his grip. He began sliding the collar round my neck.
“No! No!” I shrieked, interspersing my “Nos” with our “Yes” or “This is okay word” which was “Frog,” just so my man knew I was all right.
He pinned me down onto the bed, one hand holding my wrists, the other tightening the collar around my throat.
I bucked and kicked (lightly), and all the while my pussy was leaking like a faucet down my leg. My labia felt enormous, it was already so swollen.
The strong scent of my cunt filled the room, making both our heartbeats quicken.
My man pulled hard on the leather, and the collar began to constrict my airflow.
Tighter…
I was still struggling, humping my dripping pussy against my man’s leg.
Tighter…
My breath caught in my throat, and a shiver ran from the base of my spine all the way up my skull. My clit grew engorged.
Tighter…
I moaned and stopped resisting. My man clipped on the leash. And half-lifting me by the collar, he forced me onto the floor.
I whimpered and mewled at his feet, my breaths coming in short, husky pants.
During the struggle, he’d pulled up my skirt and ripped down the stockings, exposing my ass and hairy pussy — just the way he likes it.
I was twitching with need by this point, my pussy burning for that first orgasm.
But I had to finish the scene.
[Click here for the remainder of the story!](https://medium.com/erotic-fantasies/he-choked-and-whipped-me-into-submission-b6d3f19538f)
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xcqxm4/he_choked_and_whipped_me_into_submission