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The collar changed her. More than the ropes around her wrists or the blindfold over her eyes, the collar seemed to pacify her. It seemed to settle her mind and put her into a state that I recognized so well.
The girl from the bar, the one that I'd seduced with lurid words and elaborate drinks, seemed to melt away as I fastened the thick leather strap around her slender neck. She sighed, a long exhale that seemed to expel the last vestiges of resistance or doubt from her young body. Gone was the brash, nervous college girl, full of life and energy and trepidation, constantly second guessing her decision to accompany me to my home. In her place was a docile doll, tranquil and submissive, kneeling at my command and awaiting my word.
I leaned forward and clipped the leash to the silver ring on the collar. With a gentle tug, I urged her down onto all fours. To my surprise, she did so without hesitation or resistance, falling forward onto her bound hands and knees. She raised her head, angelic face gazing straight ahead, a pretty puppy coming to heel.
I felt my own excitement rise, a growing presence in my pussy that sent insistent waves of warmth into my body. The girls that I seduced were not normally this obedient, this willing. I'd expected her to need some minor correction, a harsh slap on her perfect bottom to force her sense of entitlement to give way to the instincts of her desires. But the collar did my work for me, leaving her mindless and pliable, a lump of clay that I could mould as I saw fit.
I pushed away a distant feeling of disappointment that there would be no spanking tonight, at least no deserved spanking, and set her in motion with a sharp tug on the leash. We walked together across my apartment, my new slave padding behind me, struggling to keep up with her wrists bound together and her eyes covered. But she didn't complain, she didn't cry out, she simply obeyed. Like a good little toy.
As we reached the bed, I gave her the command. "Kneel". She sat back on her heels, resting her hands on her thighs. Then she waited. Calm, motionless, breathing quickly with controlled, shallow sighs through parted pink lips. I breathed in, studying the girl as she patiently waited. The scent of her was intoxicating, equal parts perfume and soap and strong desire. The air in the bedroom felt charged and alive, crackling with a nervous energy and hungry desire. I longed to reach out and grab her, to drag her head back by her hair, to plunge my mouth onto the pale skin of her slender neck and taste her, kiss her, bite her. I wanted to rip the ridiculous pink top that she wore, spilling her tits out, exposing her body to me. I wanted to drag her forwards, pinning her against the bed, forcing her legs open and ramming my fingers into her tight young pussy until she screamed out for me to stop and for me to continue in a single breath!
I sat down, breathing heavily, face flushed with desire and need. There would be time for that later, I thought to myself.
I gave a quick tug on the leather leash and she shuffled forwards. Her sighs quickened, causing her breasts to rise and fall with a quick cadence. She seemed to sense something new, a change in the air. I wound the leash around my fist and pulled her up onto her knees, moving my face to hers until I could feel the radiated warmth of her soft skin and the minty freshness of her breath, soured slightly with fear and trepidation.
For the first time, she tried to pull back, a light counterforce on the leash that was half-hearted and meek. I held her in place and studied her face. Then I slowly licked her cheek, savoring the salty taste of perspiration and the velvety soft texture of her skin. She gasped and moaned, perhaps realizing for the first time that this was real, that she was living this sordid fantasy.
I touched my mouth to hers, tasting the sweet tang of her lipstick, then I pulled back quickly. She leaned forwards, clinging onto the memory of the brief kiss and sighing as she realized that it was over.
"Are you ready to eat my pussy?" I purred, breathing my words into her ear with a heavy whisper.
She nodded. A faint capitulation that was equal parts fear and excitement.
"I want to hear you say it," I said.
"Yes, Miss Ella," she whispered with a childish drawl, "I'm ready to eat your pussy."
Then I pushed her down, forcing her onto her hands and knees so that her head was between my legs. She set to work immediately, eager tongue finding the slippery flesh of my labia without hesitation, her youthful enthusiasm making up for her lack of experience. My final thought before the waves of orgasmic pleasure began their slow, thought cancelling drumbeat was to thank heaven for the collar and its inexplicable power.
Because the collar always changed them.
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Read more dirty stories by Ella Ford: https://amzn.to/2Gonzky
The girl from the bar, the one that I'd seduced with lurid words and elaborate drinks, seemed to melt away as I fastened the thick leather strap around her slender neck. She sighed, a long exhale that seemed to expel the last vestiges of resistance or doubt from her young body. Gone was the brash, nervous college girl, full of life and energy and trepidation, constantly second guessing her decision to accompany me to my home. In her place was a docile doll, tranquil and submissive, kneeling at my command and awaiting my word.
I leaned forward and clipped the leash to the silver ring on the collar. With a gentle tug, I urged her down onto all fours. To my surprise, she did so without hesitation or resistance, falling forward onto her bound hands and knees. She raised her head, angelic face gazing straight ahead, a pretty puppy coming to heel.
I felt my own excitement rise, a growing presence in my pussy that sent insistent waves of warmth into my body. The girls that I seduced were not normally this obedient, this willing. I'd expected her to need some minor correction, a harsh slap on her perfect bottom to force her sense of entitlement to give way to the instincts of her desires. But the collar did my work for me, leaving her mindless and pliable, a lump of clay that I could mould as I saw fit.
I pushed away a distant feeling of disappointment that there would be no spanking tonight, at least no deserved spanking, and set her in motion with a sharp tug on the leash. We walked together across my apartment, my new slave padding behind me, struggling to keep up with her wrists bound together and her eyes covered. But she didn't complain, she didn't cry out, she simply obeyed. Like a good little toy.
As we reached the bed, I gave her the command. "Kneel". She sat back on her heels, resting her hands on her thighs. Then she waited. Calm, motionless, breathing quickly with controlled, shallow sighs through parted pink lips. I breathed in, studying the girl as she patiently waited. The scent of her was intoxicating, equal parts perfume and soap and strong desire. The air in the bedroom felt charged and alive, crackling with a nervous energy and hungry desire. I longed to reach out and grab her, to drag her head back by her hair, to plunge my mouth onto the pale skin of her slender neck and taste her, kiss her, bite her. I wanted to rip the ridiculous pink top that she wore, spilling her tits out, exposing her body to me. I wanted to drag her forwards, pinning her against the bed, forcing her legs open and ramming my fingers into her tight young pussy until she screamed out for me to stop and for me to continue in a single breath!
I sat down, breathing heavily, face flushed with desire and need. There would be time for that later, I thought to myself.
I gave a quick tug on the leather leash and she shuffled forwards. Her sighs quickened, causing her breasts to rise and fall with a quick cadence. She seemed to sense something new, a change in the air. I wound the leash around my fist and pulled her up onto her knees, moving my face to hers until I could feel the radiated warmth of her soft skin and the minty freshness of her breath, soured slightly with fear and trepidation.
For the first time, she tried to pull back, a light counterforce on the leash that was half-hearted and meek. I held her in place and studied her face. Then I slowly licked her cheek, savoring the salty taste of perspiration and the velvety soft texture of her skin. She gasped and moaned, perhaps realizing for the first time that this was real, that she was living this sordid fantasy.
I touched my mouth to hers, tasting the sweet tang of her lipstick, then I pulled back quickly. She leaned forwards, clinging onto the memory of the brief kiss and sighing as she realized that it was over.
"Are you ready to eat my pussy?" I purred, breathing my words into her ear with a heavy whisper.
She nodded. A faint capitulation that was equal parts fear and excitement.
"I want to hear you say it," I said.
"Yes, Miss Ella," she whispered with a childish drawl, "I'm ready to eat your pussy."
Then I pushed her down, forcing her onto her hands and knees so that her head was between my legs. She set to work immediately, eager tongue finding the slippery flesh of my labia without hesitation, her youthful enthusiasm making up for her lack of experience. My final thought before the waves of orgasmic pleasure began their slow, thought cancelling drumbeat was to thank heaven for the collar and its inexplicable power.
Because the collar always changed them.
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Read more dirty stories by Ella Ford: https://amzn.to/2Gonzky
