“Please, make me wear it.” [m/f]

My adventures with Sammy continue from: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3o6unt/ive_been_thinking_about_it_a_lot_and_i_want_you/

Sammy and I are still fucking every weekend, as many times as we can arrange. Sometimes more than that. We had plans last Saturday to go to a Halloween party, which we ended up being fashionably late for because things got out of control at my place before we left. Sammy's a very punctual young woman, so when she says she's going to be at a party at a given time, she's going to be there. Except in this case, we were laying on my couch and I started playing with her. To her credit, she held out for a good ten minutes, but it was just a matter of time once I had a hand inside her bra.

"Can I have your cock?"

The thing about Sammy is, she's addicted to my cock (her words, not mine). She once told me an hour after she got home from fucking me, she thought about me fucking her and got so turned on that she had to get herself off again. I can play with her clit and do, but she'll cum over and over just from having me fuck her. And the thing about me is, I have pretty low sensitivity. And by that, I mean that I can fuck until my arms and legs get tired. Which it turns out is quite a while since I'm a competitive rower. So when I fuck Sammy, I don't fuck her until I cum. I fuck her until she's a braindead puddle of slut on my bed, and then I do what I please with her. I've cum on her face, her tits, all over her thighs and pussy, between her ass cheeks, and inside her more times than I can count. I've cum on her slit and then fingerfucked my cum inside her; that made her climax instantly once she realized what I was doing. Sometimes I have to tell her since she's too sex-dazed to look down at what I'm doing with her body.

So when she begged for my cock, I pushed her onto the floor between my couch and coffee table and fucked her right there. All thoughts of the party were gone from her little head. All thoughts of the open window behind us, too. When I put my hands on her, it's just a matter of time until she's nothing but my toy.

I decided to make it official at the next opportunity.

After the party, we were talking about going next door to get something to eat when she suddenly straddled me and gave me a look like a cat who just brought in a bird. I like it when she's aggressive (although in her case that usually ends up with her begging me to put my cock inside her), but I wanted to show her what being with me was going to mean for her. I lifted her up by her ass, carried her to the middle of the room, and then made out with her a bit before sitting her on my kitchen counter. She pulled away from me long enough to observe, "We're not going to the market, are we?"

I dragged her into the bathroom. The bathroom mirror is the only one I have in my apartment, and Sammy loves mirrors. Not because she loves primping, but because she gets off watching me take what I want from her. By the time I got her in front of it, all she had left on was a pair of lace panties, a matching bra, and an white corded sweater she took out of my closet. I immediately wrapped one arm around her stomach and began pushing the sweater up her chest to grope her tits With me behind her and a mirror to see in, the difference in our heights and sizes is even more apparent. I'm almost a foot taller than her and at least seventy pounds heavier. I was making her stand up onto her tip-toes every time I grabbed her tits or pulled her up and back to kiss her. With my sweater hiked up above her breasts, one of my hands under her bra and another under her panties working her quickly moistening pussy, she was watching herself lose control and getting off on every second of it.

I pushed her face down onto the bathroom floor and fucked her from behind. After she came, I paused and pulled out of her, letting her flop forward onto my bath mat. She fell prone like a rag doll but protested, "No… no, just put it back in for another minute," the same way I used to whine at my alarm clock when I was in high school. I shushed her and said, "I have a present for you. Upstairs." She just looked at me dazedly and then let me push her out of the bathroom and up to my bedroom.

Sammy was on her knees on my bed. I ignored the way she was still reaching and begging for my cock, and went to the nightstand to get her present. She looked at it for a moment in the dim light, probably trying to figure out what I was holding and having trouble without her glasses, until I put it right in front of her and asked, "Do you want this?"

She finally realized what she was looking at: a black and green leather collar about an inch and a half wide, with a nickel-plated ring attached right in the middle. No mistaking it for anything else. I was holding a bondage collar in front of her.

"Yes," Sammy said, "Yes, please, make me wear it."

I collared her. She shuddered under my hands.

With her submission complete, I pushed her backward onto the bed and climbed up, easily moving her small body up the mattress until she was right at the headboard. My cock slid along the lips of her cunt, and when I pulled away I saw two long streamers of her lube connecting my cock to her glistening pussy. Without any doubt, this was the wettest I have ever seen her. I ran the head of my cock up and down her for a moment, causing her to squirm under me and moan, "Please, I'll do anything… anything… please…"

I thrust into her with the wettest shluck I've ever heard. Her juice seemed to well up around my cock and spill out, drenching her whole crotch. She gasped and I could feel her almost go over the edge right there. I stopped and told her, "Ask my permission to cum."

She nodded, then immediately asked me, "Can I cum?"

I replied, "You've been such a good girl tonight. You deserve to cum."

I gave her half of a thrust and she came on my cock.

I fucked her for the next half hour, and she came I don't know how many times. I pushed her ankles up onto my shoulders and fucked her, turned her sideways and fucked her with one leg held tight to her breasts and then other sticking straight up into the air, and fucked her prone with my whole weight smacking into her ass with each thrust. Eventually she was so out of it that she couldn't ask permission before she came. I know she tried. She really did. But she just couldn't form the words… or any words.

So I pulled out of her sopping pussy, climbed up next to her, and said, "You know I have to punish you for not asking permission first." She nodded, barely, almost unable to lift her head off the pillow. I took her head in both hands and pushed her mouth down on my cock. "No facefucking" is a rule for those who have not collared Sammy.

When I was satisfied, I asked her, "Do you know why you get so wet for me?"

And she mumbled, "Because I like your cock."

"And why do you like my cock?"

"Because it makes me cum so much."

"And why does my cock make you cum so much?"

And she stumbled trying to think of an answer. I supplied the correct one, "Because your body knows who owns it. Your body knows that you're my slut."

She nodded. I took her by the neck and said, "Say it."

She moaned, "I'm your slut. You own my body. Your cock owns my pussy," and then collapsed on the bed.

I played with her tits a bit longer until she was revived, then had her lick on my balls and neck until I shot several long ropes down her chest. She dazedly spread it across her tits, fingers slowly circling her nipples as they glistened with my cum.

I left her there in the afterglow, went to the grocery store we'd forgotten to visit earlier, and brought her back a snack. The next morning, she woke me up with a blowjob and asked me to put her collar back on her. I obliged, tied her in a dragonfly sleeve, and had the run of her mouth and pussy until we had to leave for brunch.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3rpi5q/please_make_me_wear_it_mf