Lead Me [fingering, pet play, intercourse]

 *All characters are consenting adults (18+) and not related in any way. On the same note, this is intended for adults (18+) and hopefully, we’re not related.*

It’s almost ceremonial, Pavlovian. Being collared, hearing the cheery jingle of the leash, the deeper tones of hardware on the collar itself.  The feeling of a collar is blissful. Not so tight that I can’t bend my neck, but still tight enough to let me know that I’m no longer in control. The first touch to my neck sends messages to my brain and I change. My body straightens and I am now your pet. I am now your toy.

I am now soaked. 

I close my eyes and moan softly as I hear you clasp it shut and the tinkle of the leash as you clip it on, then its cool length as you drop it to hang down my back.

[Oral] [fingering] First “date”

*edit* oh jeez, ok, both parties involved in this story are def adults, the use of the pet name *Daddy* is just that, not incest.

I imagine us meeting. I’d like to meet you at a fountain. The air will be chilly, but I’ll be in a dress, something cute, probably black. I think you’d like me, even if you hadn’t seen me before, even if you hadn’t seen pictures of me at my most intimate, I think you would notice me. You’ll carry yourself with the quiet dignity that truly powerful men have. Not arrogant, not cocky, just self assured. I’ll be standing, looking at the water, and imagining what you’ll sound like, what it will feel like to be with you. I will be distracted, and you’ll come up behind me. I’d love for you to surprise me by grabbing me by my hips and pulling me tight, my ass nestled against you, back arching and my heart racing. You’ll put an arm across my shoulders and pull me to your chest and press your lips to my neck, and you’ll feel the tiny moan that escapes my mouth.