Collars

I put my key into the door lock and I hear the faintest sound of a bell jingling. In my mind's eye I can see you smoothing down your outfit to make sure you're flawless for me. For the millionth time since we met I thank my lucky stars that I met you.

I remember that first day as if it was yesterday. You a gawky nineteen year old looking for a summer job, me fast approaching thirty and instantly captivated by you. I was entranced by your eyes behind your glasses and the hint of your womanhood under your baggy clothing stirred feelings in me that I had never felt before for any woman let alone one so young.

Against my better judgement I gave you the job and what followed was a glorious summer of me working as closely as possible with you under the thin veneer of giving you guidance.

Every moment we spent together left me breathless. You aroused me like no other before and it took all my willpower and an Oscar worthy performance not to let others see the desire I had for you.

I push our past glories to one side and concentrate on the present. Knowing you'll be impatient for my love and attention. And turn the key in the door.

I step inside and as instructed you're kneeling on the cushion I bought for that purpose. As always you're impeccably turned out, every detail followed to the letter from the shoes on your feet to the collar on your neck, the little bell giving the slightest of jingles as your breathing increases when I close the door and say "Hello Princess, Daddy is home."

You half raise your head, not fully breaking your kneel but just enough so that I can see the joy in your eyes and the smile on your face. My heart swells with the love I have for you. At times it feels like it will burst in my chest such is the depth of emotion it holds for you.

I instruct you to stand so I can inspect you properly. I know it's not required but Daddy has to make sure standards are upheld and this includes the standard of care I have towards you. If I'm anything less that the perfect Daddy there's room for you to be less than the perfect girl.

I slowly circle you, looking you up and down to ensure you're clothed exactly as instructed.

The collar is the same one I put on you before I left for work this morning, dainty and made from patent leather. You've been a good girl lately so I've given you a break from the thick leather collar that I prefer you to wear. Besides, I like the little bell attached to it. I enjoy how it jingles with each movement you make.

It never ceases to amaze me how you manage to keep your clothing wrinkle free despite waiting for me in your kneeling pose. There's not one imperfection in the sheer fabric of the gown you're wearing and the short skirt is smoothed perfectly over your thighs. Your bodice is still exactly as it was when I tied you into it this morning so I nod and smile my appreciation and admiration at the fact that you managed to wear it even though I tied it tighter than normal. I can see your breasts almost spilling out and I know that it's difficult for you to breathe when kneeling but then Daddy has to push his Princess to her limits.

The toes of your shoes are a little scuffed but that's to be expected given that you've been posed in your kneel waiting for my arrival so I simply make a note of this in case I feel like punishing you later. I've learned over the years to always have a ready supply of misdemeanours at hand so I can punish you even on the rare occasions that you're not being an impertinent girl.

Impressed as always I lean in and plant a delicate kiss on your cheek.

You take this as your signal that you've passed inspection and throw your arms around my neck and kiss me chastely on the lips before you breathlessly tell me about your day. I listen intently as always. Daddy should always pay attention to his Princess and not just in the bedroom.

When you finish your account of your day I head for the master bedroom, telling you that I'll start dinner as soon as I've showered and changed.

I turn on the lights and sit on the edge of the bed to take my boots off. I hate wearing my boots but sometimes when on site I can't avoid wearing them. As I'm undoing the laces I notice a shadow in the middle of the bedspread.

I don't even have to look closer to know what it is and I feel my anger stir. I pull the bedspread off the bed to inspect it more closely. The shadow I saw is in fact a small stain. I brush my fingers against it in order to confirm my suspicion but it's already dried into the fabric. Undaunted, I simply raise it to my nostrils and inhale.

Immediately the smell of your cunni hits me and my anger rises to it's full potential. I calm myself and fix the bedspread back in place. I bend and retie my laces.

I call to you, summoning you to our room. I can hear you hum a tune as you cross the floor to the bedroom door, the bell hardly making a noise such is the grace of your stride. I feel pride begin to replace my anger but I brush it aside, rules are rules after all and you need to be taught a lesson.

"Yes Daddy?"

"Come sit beside me on the bed Princess."

You sit beside me and I can tell immediately that you're aroused at the prospect of me taking you before I change. A faint flush has risen on your cheeks and now the bell is audibly mirroring your increased breath rate.

"Princess, I have a question for you and I need you to tell me the truth."

"Yes Daddy, of course Daddy."

"Were you a good girl today?"

"Yes Daddy."

Your whole body contradicts your words, you're unable to make eye contact and your face is glowing beet red. This only serves to anger me more.

"Then can you explain the stain in the middle of the bedspread?"

Instantly your eyes dart to the cover and your jaw drops as you see the evidence of your crime.

"I I I I'm sorry Daddy, I just had a little play."

"What did I tell you this morning before I left?"

"That I wasn't to play."

"And why weren't you to play?"

"Because we were going to have special dinner then have special Daddy & Princess time."

"And yet you disregarded my instructions and behaved like a little whore."

"But but but Daddy I only had a little play and I didn't even orgasm."

"I don't care! Do you think that all those years ago I could have said that I only fucked her a little when I finally gave into your teasing?"

"No Daddy."

"Exactly, rules are rules and when you break them you must be punished now remove your knickers and kneel before me."

Without hesitation you stand and hitch your skirt. You slowly ease your panties off and let them drop to the floor. You step out of them and smooth your skirt down as you kneel before me.

"No slut, leave it hitched up, I want you to kneel with your legs parted."

Wordlessly you hitch your skirt up and kneel open legged in front of me. I stand and walk over to the locked chest that sits at the foot of the bed. I carefully make my choices and return, placing one foot between your legs. The toe of my boot mere millimetres from your tight cunt.

I reach down and undo your collar and throw it across the room. "You'll not need that one ever again, the slut collar is all you deserve" and I replace it with the thick heavy collar with the large buckles, tightening it a little more than is necessary but you need to be aware of the gravity of the situation. I roughly pull down on the front of your bodice so your tits are exposedto me. I clamp your left nipple first then loop the chain through the metal ring attached to your collar before I fasten the other clamp to your right nipple. Again it's tighter than normal and I can see your nipples stretch and your eyes beginning to water.

"Ok so you wanted to have your cunt played with, have at it you filthy slut, fuck my boot."

"But Daddy the leather will be too rough for me."

Of course you're right, I've cut away a circle at the front to expose the steel caps and the edges are rough.

I place my hands on your shoulders and push you down onto my toe.

"Ride it whore, you're not even worthy of my cock."

You press down and tentatively press against the leather.

I grab a handful of your hair and pull your head back, your nipples stretched all the more now, tears welling in your eyes.

"Harder slut, faster, fuck it like you mean it."

You stare back at me, defiance in your eyes even through the tears and you commit fully to the task at hand, feverishly rocking back and forth against the thick leather. I can feel your weight on my toe and I know you're not holding back.

Out of your line of sight I undo my fly and release my cock and without warning I ram it into your open mouth as you gasp for air against your exertions on my boot. You gag at the unexpected onslaught but quickly regain your composure and without breaking the rhythm of your hips your lips slide greedily along the thick shaft of my cock.

I redouble my efforts, determined to teach you a lesson and by your hair I roughly pull you onto my cock again, this time pushing deeper when I feel you gag, holding it there in spite of your eyes widening like saucers and your hips ceasing their movement.

"Don't you dare stop you filthy slut, take what Daddy has for you and keep fucking my boot!"

Only when your eyes roll in your head and you're on the verge of passing out do I slide my cock back out. Streams of your saliva are now coating my cock, thick and from the back of your throat.

I lift my toe and press it harder against your cunt.

"Ride it whore."

"Ugghh... Ugghh... Ugghh yes Daddy." is your hoarse reply as you rock your hips once more, redoubling your efforts against my toe as you take my cock in your mouth again and greedily suck the tip.

Over and over I make you gag as you ride, over and over you take what I give you without hesitation and with your normal gusto. Yet another reminder of how lucky I am to have met such a perfect slut.

I can feel your breathing reach its familiar pitch. Looking into your eyes I warn you not to orgasm. You disengage your mouth from my cock and reply "Too late Dadddddy! I'm coming! I'm coming!!"

There's no shame, no remorse on your face despite the fact that this is the second time you've defied me today so I roughly grab you up by your hair and throw you face down onto the bed, your moans as your orgasm continues to roll over you only increasing with my ire towards you.

"Princess needs to be taught a sterner lesson" I say as I force your legs apart and ram my cock into your unprepared ass. No lube, no easing as normal, just animal force pushing my cock deep into your tight slut ass. I grab your hair and press your face into the bedspread.

"Smell it bitch, smell the reason I'm gonna fuck your ass till it bleeds."

"Yesssss Daaaadddyyyy," you sob and I know now that you've learned your lesson. I relax so that I can empty everything I have deep into your tight hole.

Afterwards when we're lying on the bed, my semen still dripping from your ass and my arms protectively wrapped around you, I look into your red rimmed eyes and kiss your cheek and whisper "Happy anniversary Princess."