I felt restless, out of control. Despite craving my independence, i wasn’t making very good choices. My mind kept wandering to Archie … I’d been at such peace when under his thumb. But I couldn’t go back. I am a grown woman!! Not some foolish girl ready to let a younger man control her. Even if I still lie woke at night, feeling an invisible collar around my slender pale neck.
I mix a drink without thinking. Rum & coke. Laughing bitterly to myself- of course, his favorite. I don’t even like rum. As i take a sip, reminiscing about all those days on my knees serving him, a knock on the door startles me from reverie. I open the door and almost drops the drink to the marble floor.
Instead, he smirks & takes the glass from her hand. “Ready for me like a good girl. But way too many clothes” you chuckle as you saunter past me and take a spot on the couch, as if you never left.
Still stunned, I close the door and try to regain my composure. I march across the room, addressing you in a stern voice, “now wait a minute, you can’t just waltz…”
Your stony gaze cuts me off.
“I thought I told you to strip. Why are you still dressed, slut?”
I start to protest again, but in the blink of an eye, you are standing over me. Hand on my throat, looking down with those kind eyes that demand respect. You’d hand squeezes ever so gently before caressing my neck, my clavicle, unbuttoning my shirt. Your hand reaches into your pocket and you pull out something familiar, the sight makes my pussy drip. My collar. A simple black leather collar with a metal heart loop for a leash. You grin, noticing my face light up at the sight.
“Want this back?” you offer.
I hesitate only a second. I shouldn’t want this. But every fiber of my being says I need it. Need your firm hand. I think on my life without you, all the bad choices I’ve made … I remove my clothes and drop naked to my knees at your feet.
“Yes Sir, I need you Master” I whisper, looking up at him through tear filled eyes.
You secure the collar around my neck and a completeness washes over me. You walk over to the bed that was mine just an hour ago, but now belongs to you. Like my own body, I won’t touch any of your possessions without your permission. I feel the calm, knowing I’ve turned my body & mind over to my Master
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/z5tb5t/craving_her_collar
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