Collared Control

It is Saturday, the morning is bright and breezy. My Master told me last night that before I am allowed to go out today, I must undergo some training. It has only been three weeks since our wedding, and I am still eagerly learning what my Master requires of me.

He lies naked on the bed, his head and shoulders slightly elevated by the pillow beneath. His cock is erect, filled with hot blood and throbbing veins. An enticing smirk plasters across his face as he instructs me to bring the collar, and I retrieve its luscious mixture of leather and metal from the draw. I kneel on the floor beside the bed as he places it around my neck, tightening it right before the point it is able to stop my breathing. He ensures there is a finger space of room and finally gives it a gentle jerk to test its potency.

I know that wearing the collar means that I am not allowed to look my Master in the eyes. Today, I am getting a lesson in obedience. "One tug of the collar means stop what you are doing, or begin again. Two tugs means to change position. You will alternate between riding my cock and pleasuring it with your mouthcunt. Make sure to lower your gaze and you do not have permission to cum until I have. You are here to bring me pleasure until I am ready."

He holds the lead of the collar and pulls me until I am on the bed and my mouth envelops his cock. My head bobs up and down, sucking on its delicious shaft. I feel a tug and stop immediately. Five seconds or so later he tugs again and I resume my task, holding it with my hand and making circles around its head with my tongue. I begin massaging his balls when I feel two tugs. I spring up and spread my legs over his body, lower my wet cunt onto his hard cock. I sit momentarily on it, allowing its entirety to fill me up. Then I use my legs to straddle up and down, enjoying the sensation on the walls of my cunt as it thrusts into me again and again.

Two tugs and I jump off, shifting to again take his cock in my mouth. I am doing great I think, I wait with my eyes down to feel him silently instruct me. The alternating tasks, the start and stop in pleasuring him is making me drip with desire. Maybe it is because I cannot look at him, the acts seem more intense. Many rounds pass, and I end up riding his cock again, I am so slippery that I can slide off him. I have to centre myself, I put my hands on his chest. I ride harder and faster, and I start to feel sharp jolts of pleasure with each thrust. I close my eyes and I blank out the world around me. I press into his chest and let out one scream of ecstasy as my cunt pulses around his cock, evidence of my powerful, forbidden orgasm.

When I open my eyes again, I am delirious. I look him in the eyes and then reality comes back, I knew that in my pleasure I would have forgotten my silent cues. He looks at me, half surprised, half disapprovingly. He pulls me close to him in one sharp jerk of the lead, the collar choking me and making me gag. "You need to learn to control that little cunt of yours."

I expected a whipping or a deprivation of privileges. Not this. My Master told me that for one week, till Saturday, I am not allowed to have an orgasm. Even then, he would test me again and I would only be allowed if I obey him. When he told me, I felt temporarily relief having escaped any painful punishment. But I was about to learn that this was the worse denial of all.

The seven days were a blur. Being accustomed to reaching that scrumptious peak at least twice a day, the lack of it made me feverish. I walked around, not being able to concentrate, consumed by the burning sensation in my cunt. My body also resisted, sending shivers of pleasure through me that wickedly originated in my cunt. I tried to push thoughts of sex out my mind. I ran extra miles while exercising, I tried new recipes, I cleaned spaces in the house that were already cleaned, I reorganised my wardrobe, I started a new art piece. But all I wanted to do was spread my legs and shove my fingers into my pussy and explode. But even in the physical absence of my Master, I did not wish to disobey him.

His needs had to be met every night as usual. He was not lenient in his punishment but he showed some mercy. Some nights he ordered me to only suck his cock and swallow his cum. Some nights he did fuck me, and I moaned in pleasure to show that I was enjoying it but I simply was fighting the urge to release.

Saturday came. I woke up in a frenzy, wanting to prove myself and let this nightmare be over. He is already awake, watching TV. When he sees me emerge from the bedroom, he switches it off and gives me the same smile I saw a week ago. He instructs me to bring the dildo and kneel on the carpet in the living room. I oblige enthusiastically.

"Now, on your knees, you must stimulate yourself vigorously with the dildo for 15 minutes while I watch. Do not stop, and if you cum, I will double your punishment. That will continue until you learn that you only cum when I allow you to." I am determined but fearful that the urges of my body will overpower my mind. With hesitation, in the kneeling position, I spread my legs further and place the thick rubber head at the entrance of my cunt. 8.15am. The sensation of it pressing on my clit makes me shiver. I slide it in.

Then, with one hand I begin to thrust it in and out, fearing the effect of its girth and ridged surface on my wet cunt. I do this for what seems like an eternity. I close my eyes and distract my mind with thoughts of frivolous things. I open them, still thrusting with force. 8.19am. I glance at my Master and he is looking on intently. I am in disbelief that only 4 minutes have passed.

Another 11 to go. I am not giving up. I will obey him. I thrust deeper and harder, with such force that it begins to hurt and then go numb. I do it, and every time I feel the involuntary clench of my pussy to succumb, I scream out and brace myself with my other hand, leaning forward. I bite my lip until it hurts. I pull my hair. I feel the sweat drip off my face.

I realise that my rhythm is now one with its rubber existence. It plunges into me, and I enjoy its sensation but my mind is now calm and not as desperate for release. 8.31am. I do not stop thrusting. I lock eyes with my Master and he is now serious, with a content look on his face. "You may now stop, my little whore, you have performed well. You may have your release."

I am so overjoyed I could cry. Joy in pleasing my Master and joy in achieving what I thought I could not. I pull the dildo out of me and fling myself back onto the carpet, my legs spread out facing my Master. I let my fingers go to work, massaging my clit and in less than a minute, I erupt into an intense, seemingly unfamiliar frenzy, as I shout in pleasure. I lie there a bit, and glance over to my Master, only to see that he is grinning.