This is the story of the first time I truly felt owned.
It was early summer and as the city was heating up, so was this wild, new thing between us. It was thrilling and terrifying and dirty and kinky; everything I had ever craved. Nobody had ever beat me or pushed my limits the way he had and believe me, I played around pretty hard. It was exhilarating to find somebody who gave my inner painslut what she needed.
The plan was to meet at the park to have a little picnic and a little chit chat. In no time we were being indecent. His sly hands crept under my dress, stroking and pinching my thighs. Playing with my clit over the rough lace of my panties. He knew exactly how to tease me. He then surprised me and pulled a collar out from his bag.
“I want you to wear this.”
This was a first.