Collar Gifted: Submissive Pet
He slowly and silently walked across the hotel room and laid it next to me on the bed. The collar was ready to attach other devices, the first one was the leash. He took clamps with chains and bound them to my nipples. I felt pain… and pleasure blooming inside me like a delicious, black emotion. A chain attached the clamps between themselves, another chain bound them to the collar. He ordered, “On your hands and knees.”
I gladly obeyed. He scratched my back and squeezed my ass cheeks with his strong hands and then he gave me several strong and loud smacks across my plump ass. I moaned loudly and became wet instantly at the thought that there was a prominent hand print there. Territorial ownership. Discipline.
His smile was beautiful but menacing as he took hold of an anal hook. He spat on the crack of my ass and pushed his fingers into my tight asshole. One, two, three, four fingers stretching, forcing my poor little anus. Then he inserted the anal hook in me, and with another chain, he bound it to the rear of the collar. Now, I must stay with my head and neck straight and erect; if I pull back, the front chain would pull the clamps on my nipples. If I pull forward, the back chain would pull the hook in my asshole.