BrandtI took the collar out of the box and produced the small key that locks and unlocks the heart that holds the chain together. "This is your day collar. Hold your hair up." God, I loved her long hair. I could jack off just to her hair alone.I placed the chain around her neck, putting the open part in the middle, in front. I made sure it laid flat against her neck and wasn't bunched up in any way before adding the heart lock and snapping it into place."Fuck, it is so good seeing you wear my collar." I lifted her chin so she could look me in the eyes. "I have never, nor I have ever wanted to collar a sub before. This is my first time. That should let you know how special you are to me."I placed a kiss on her forehead but really I did not to want to stop there. I really needed to not get distracted right now though. So instead, I stepped back to admire her neck with my hardware on it. I could fuck her again, right now. It was so fucking arousing knowing that if I walked her through
HoneyWhen Brandt began to explain the contract to me, I started becoming aroused. I was naked, my head on his thigh and his voice like warm, dark chocolate. I could almost feel his voice, it was so deep and dominant. I wanted to obey his every command. I was his submissive and had a choice, but I sometimes wondered what it would be like to be his slave. My choices taken away. Forced to do his bidding. I wonder what it would be like to hang from that wall, nude, exposed to so many eyes. Humiliated when everyone saw my Master pleasure me, watching me fall over the edge at his command.My pussy was throbbing and my nipples were stiff. I wish Master would fuck my throat right now. That's what I was thinking when he cuffed me, had me at his mercy. Then when he buckled me down to the bench? Oh. My. God. He pinched my nipples and I cried out, but now he was going to paddle my labia and I wasn't allowed to make a sound? How was that even possible?I heard him open the cabinet again. He showed
HoneyVariety is the spice of life. Where have I heard that before? Probably my mother. Thank God, I won't be running into her tonight. She usually goes out on Wednesday and Friday nights, presumably to this club. I want to make sure I am nowhere near the club when she is here. I had already discussed that with Brandt earlier. May my eyes fall out of my head if I ever see Moe and her doing what they were doing last time. I know Brandt wants me to use my words but I just can't with those two. Ugh. I have to force myself to think of something else before I remember what Moe's member looks like in my mother's mouth. Yikes. I thought about it anyway. Brandt said he wanted to make me forget that. I hope it's soon.Anyway, spice of life, yes. So I'm about to see a spicy show. Brandt didn't want me on display, so he actually had me wear a pair of jeans and a collarless v-neck shirt that showed off a bit of my cleavage and my new collar nicely. I think Brandt was actually feeling sorry for tak
BrandtMy new mantra. Find her, find her, find her. I searched everywhere. I drove up and down the roads and alleys around the club. This was after I realized that she wasn't hiding nearby. No, she was on the move. I had my security team search the whole block and the next one. Nothing. When I didn't find her, I drove towards her home. I called Moe and asked if she had reached out to them or if she had somehow gotten home. No and No. I knew he was worried but I just said that we had a small spat and she took off.I couldn't call her as she didn't have a phone when we went into the club. Another rule of mine, of course. So she's out there, somewhere, scared, alone and hurting. I know she was hurting. I saw the betrayal in her eyes. I found the collar on the sidewalk outside the club. I would have her by now if she hadn't gotten it off because I had a tracker put in it. I'd done it after the stalker came to the house. I wasn't going to take a chance with my Honey. I loved her.I fucking
HoneyI was exhausted. I just wanted to fall into bed but I need a shower first. I felt dirty from walking all that way. My legs and back hurt. And I was covered in mosquito bites. That's the real Florida after dark for you. Not only did my body hurt, my heart hurt. All I did was think during that long walk home. My mind was mostly on how inadequate I felt, on repeat. He used someone else for pleasure, after he had me. I gave him my first time and he shit on it. I gave him my second and third time, never imagining that I wasn't enough. He promised me, contract or no contract, that I would be the only one. It was the only thing I really asked of him. It's humiliating that there I was, on the club floor, my submission evident while he chatted with the girl he cheated with. Can I ever get that image out of my head?Sure, I believed him when he said that he didn't penetrate her, but that doesn't help much. In fact, it helps me not at all. I haven't even really started thinking about the je
Honey I never felt quite so vicious before. I never had any reason to, I guess. But there is that saying...Hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned. Such a cliche but so damn true in this instance. I'm waiting for Brandt to speak. Does he really love me? We will know shortly. I am taking him up on many of his offers, so let's see if he's a cheater and a liar. If he says no, then I know he's been full of shit this entire time. I have outlined the plan to him as follows:1. Cock and Ball Torture. (I will tie his dick to his balls and give him a 10 count.)2. Chastity device for men. For a specified amount of time. (I know about these thanks to my extensive BDSM research.)3. Brandt moves out of the club. (He finds a house.)4. He sticks to me like glue for the foreseeable future (As he fucking said he would.) If he adheres to these guidelines, then I will give him another chance. Awaiting his answer, my brain was busy. He's been pretty silent since I outlined what his punishment should
BrandtI will never allow that to happen again. I deserved it though, so I granted the privilege to Honey to spank my balls. I would never put our relationship in jeopardy again, so that is not an issue. I was kind of proud of her imagination when she told me what my punishments would be. They were so inventive it seemed a shame to negotiate, so I didn't. I could see she was surprised when I just let it ride. No negotiation needed. It was fair. She needs closure or some shit. I get it.I was pretty shocked that I still wanted to fuck even though I was in pain. But I'm not the kind of guy that likes to blow his load before his girl goes. Not unless it is a punishment of some sort or agreed upon beforehand for some reason. Now I understand a little better the pleasure and pain effect of the punishments I dole out. Plus, it was a fucking turn on, watching Honey dole out punishment. I was proud of her for doing what needed to be done. I think she felt better knowing that I was willing to t
HoneyI missed school on Monday for obvious reasons. I had school and work for the next three days. On Friday after my shift at work, Brandt and I started his move into Moe's old house. He was going to rent it to Brandt for a little over the cost of his mortgage. He didn't ask for first, last and security. He'd just save the extra money for any incidentals that the house may need. Brandt was going to take care of the yard maintenance himself. The house was only a few years old and wouldn't need anything major for a while. I was actually surprised that Mom and Moe were moving into our house instead, since it was an older house and needed work. Moe said it had character and he was handy with a hammer, so he was going to be doing some projects around the house to fix it up a little.Now that they were engaged, I could see Mom was more relaxed. Finally, she had a partner that wanted to help her. I was happy for her and Brody seemed happy too. Finally, someone that wanted to be his dad. Moe