“Hello, my pet. You may address me as, ‘Master’”
“Yes, Master,” answered a defeated Sarah.
“Do you understand that I control you?”
“Yes, Master.”
“However, there is a level of feeling that is beyond my control. And that you will be offering me. But until then and until tonight, you will have two more fuck sessions on your bed. You will not be allowed to come either time. In fact, I haven’t decided if I will ever allow you to come again or not.”
Sarah began to weep.
“To show you a bit more of the collar’s power, I am allowing you to touch yourself all you want, except when you have your two bed sessions. You will be spread eagled and unable to use your hands during those sessions. However,” the voice went on cheerfully, “you are now allowed to touch yourself to your heart’s content, as long as you are not on the bed. Be sure to make yourself pretty for tonight.”
He hung up.
She sat there crying. She got off the bed and went into her bathroom. She liked to watch her own face in the mirror when she came. She reached down and started to stroke her clit. Nothing, she felt nothing. She squeezed one of her nipples, pain –yes, but that was all. It was like pinching the skin behind her left knee. He had taken it away. The collar had neutered her. She began to wonder if this is what insanity felt like. This horror inside of her, controlling even her breathing was the most real thing in her life.
When she was called to the bed (there is no other way of putting it), it was a relief and a sense of real joy that she found that she could be turned on again. This time she became a more willing participant. She loved the images in her mind, she worshiped the cock in her cunt, this is what she wanted she wanted to come she was so close when it stopped.
For most of the day all Sarah did was look ahead to her next session. She would do whatever the collar asked of her. She was looking forward to getting fucked by an invisible non-existent cock like a dog waiting for its owner to return.
At the end of the third session the phone rang.
“Do you want me to un-neuter you?”
“Please, Master,” Sarah begged.
“You are begging me to allow you to be you? Is that about it, Cunt?”
“Please, Master, I’ll do anything,” she sobbed.
“You will already do anything, what else have you got?”
At once, Sarah knew what she must say, “Master, please accept me as your property. I wish nothing more than to belong and please you. Please take me, Master, I am begging from the bottom of my heart.” And she meant every word of it.
“Good girl,” said the voice, “Good girl”
The voice hung up.
Sarah reached up to scratch her neck and felt that the collar was there. She ran to a mirror. The collar was there. She could see it. She felt . . . free! She was breathing like she had never breathed before. She reached up and removed the collar, just as she knew that she could.
Later that night, as she was preparing to leave for Mozart Street, she reattached the snaps on her collar. She checked herself out in the mirror. She decided to hold off on the nipple clamps until she actually arrived. They would be a distraction to her driving. Her black hair and collar set off by her red half-bra and garter belt, and panties. She put her hands on her hips and spread her legs. “Looking good,” she admired herself. She put on the trench coat and drove to her future.
She pulled up in front of the house. She attached her nipple clamps. She cried out a bit, but the collar made it feel something else as well as pain. “Oh, God, I am so wet,” she thought. As she walked up to the house, she heard party music. The door was open. She walked in, removed her coat, and handcuffed her hands behind her back. Then she waited, and waited. Finally a young man noticed her, and called out, “Hey, guys, entertainment is here!”
End