Kirsten's Collar

This is my second piece of erotic literature. I hope you like it and leave some comments and suggestions. Thank you for reading my story! All characters mentioned in the following story are fictional and are over the age of 18 years old.

Kirsten's Collar

Kirsten and I used to work at the same company. We had always liked each other, but neither of us said anything for fear of making things awkward at work. I left the company around 2 years ago and when I ran into her at a pub one night, all that changed. We went back to my place and we explored her sexually submissive side.

Since then, we have had three more fun nights exploring her limits as a sub. As the weeks went by, her eagerness to please me sexually was matched by an obvious desire to be more than fuck buddies exploring our sub/dom desires. It was obvious it was going to spill over into a relationship, and whilst I was keen for that to happen, I didn't want to lose my role as her master and owner when I became her partner. I had to think of some way to keep the two things separate. I needed something to differentiate between being her master and owner in our sexual relationship whilst giving our potential relationship the chance to flourish.

I remembered a piece of erotic writing I read online. It featured a dominatrix that kept her submissive men in check by 'collaring' them. The story had made me very hard and I remembered shooting my load reading it, fully aroused by the power this dominatrix had over her subjects by collaring them.

I decided this 'collaring' was how I was going to keep our sexual adventures fresh and exciting whilst keeping it separate from whatever might happen between us outside our sex life.

Kirsten and I had been meeting routinely every Friday evening for three weeks now. This week was no different, except that we had planned to go on our first 'date' on that Saturday afternoon. Friday night (tomorrow night) was the right time to make a move and let Kirsten know I wanted to own her sexually and that I wanted our sub/dom arrangement to continue whilst we started dating.

I thought long and hard about what kind of 'collar' to get her. Should it literally be a collar? Should it be another piece of clothing, like a bracelet? If it was actually a collar, should it be something sexy like a thin leather choker or something like a dog collar?

I played it over in my head for hours. The mental image of actually putting a big, thick dog collar around her slim, pale neck aroused me. A black one to go with her black hair. It would signify her place at my feet as an obedient creature to be given commands as she looked up loyally at her master. Furthermore, the humiliation of wearing an actual dog collar would be even more arousing for me (and I was sure the humiliation would make her pussy tingle as well). Lastly, a large dog collar could be easily fitted, and easily removed when she had finished her duties. I could even get a collar tag that said "Kirsten" on it. My cock twitched in my trousers.

I went to the pet store and started looking for collars for large dogs. I found a large black, nylon adjustable collar that had soft, fluffy black fabric on the inside and large plastic fastening clips at either end. In the middle was a shiny metal loop for attaching an I.D. tag. It looked perfect.

I had to know it fitted a human neck, so I looked around, and seeing nobody near me, I quickly clipped it round my neck. It was a bit tight, but it would be perfect for Kirsten's smaller neck. I felt ridiculous trying on a dog collar in public. At the same time, I felt very aroused, especially thinking about how humiliating this would be for Kirsten. If she accepted, then neither of us would be left in any doubt who was in charge and it would strengthen my position of dominance over her. I quickly took the collar off and checked to see if anyone had spotted me!

I went over to the pre-printed I.D. tags and looked for one that said "Kirsten." Unsurprisingly there were none. I'd never heard of a dog called "Kirsten", have you?

I went over to the customer service desk and asked if they engraved blank tags in store.

"What's your pet's name, sir?" asked the lady behind the desk.

"Kirsten."

The lady raised an eyebrow at me. I couldn't work out if she knew what my intention was and had raised her eyebrow in disapproval, or whether she just thought "Kirsten" was an unusual name for a pet!

"K-I-R-S-T-E-N?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Come back in 5 minutes and I'll have it ready, sir."

Given I had 5 minutes to spend, I returned to the dog accessory aisle and considered buying a matching leash but thought better of it.

The next day I called Kirsten and told her I had a surprise for her. I told her to wear a short dress and a pair of knee-high boots. All black. No panties. She giggled excitedly and agreed.

I spent all day thinking how to present Kirsten with her new accessory. Eventually evening came and I heard a knock at the door.

I opened the door and Kirsten stood there in a very short black dress. It was low cut and showed her cleavage. Her small breasts looked bigger than usual because they were pressed up and together in the dress. It hugged her firm body down to the waist. The bottom of the dress wasn't as tight, and it flared outwards. Most of her thighs were showing. The black suede boots came up to just below her knees. I remembered I had instructed her not to wear panties and the thought of her wearing such a short dress without any underwear was making me harder than ever.

"Can I come in? I don't usually wear dresses this short, and never without knickers on! I'm humiliated and all turned on at the same time. I'm worried I start dripping all over your doorstep!"

I smiled wickedly at her. "Get used to that feeling. Come in."

We walked to the kitchen and I poured her a glass of wine. We clinked glasses and I pushed a gift-wrapped box over the table towards her.

"For you. I hope you like it."

Kirsten clapped her hands together excitedly. "I love surprises!"

"Good," I said, "because this is definitely going to surprise you".

Kirsten flashed me a look then turned her attention to undoing he bow on the box.

She opened the box. I held my breath. Kirsten took the collar out the box and looked at her name on the I.D. tag. She gasped.

"You dirty bastard," she grinned. "You want to put a collar on me and treat me like a bitch in heat?"

I explained that I wanted to take her submissive side to a new level and that the collar would give me complete control over her. But when the collar was off, we would be able to let our relationship flourish without any thoughts of submission or domination.

Kirsten looked back at the collar then looked up at me. "I love it," she grinned. "Thank you, sir."

"Good girl, Kirsten. Before we begin, we need to set some ground rules. I've written them down."

I slid an envelope over the table. It said 'Kirsten' on the front.

She opened it and read them aloud.

"Collar Rules:

1. This collar is Kirsten's property.

2. Sir can ask for the collar to be put on, but only Kirsten decides if the collar goes on. Kirsten can put the collar on voluntarily at any time if she wishes. Even if she is alone.

3. When the collar is being fitted by Sir, Kirsten will be kneeling, head bowed and hair held aside

4. Each time the collar is fitted Kirsten will lube up, take a large hit of poppers and insert a small butt plug. This applies even if Kirsten is putting the collar on when she is alone.

5. Once the collar is on it will remain in place for 24 hours unless Sir gives specific permission for it to be removed. Kirsten can request the collar to be removed earlier, but Sir has the right to deny her request(s).

6. If instructed to do so, Kirsten will wear the collar in public, I.D. tag at the front and without covering it with clothing

7. Whilst the collar is on, Kirsten will be expected to carry out all duties eagerly and enthusiastically, irrespective of how degrading or humiliating these may be. There will be no hesitation in obeying Sir's commands

8. In the event that Kirsten reaches a hard limit, she will use a 'safe word.' choose a safe word now and let Sir know what this is."

Kirsten looked up from the document and I held out a small, shiny metal butt plug.

"Gold," she said.

I looked at her quizzically.

"My safe word. Gold," she repeated as she grabbed the shiny butt plug from my hand. "I'll have this too, thank you very much! I have a feeling I'll be needing it shortly."

"OK, Kirsten. I'd like to put that collar on you now. Do you agree?" I asked.

"Oh yes please, sir."

Kirsten slowly got to her knees and bowed her head. I was literally shaking with excitement and anticipation. This had gone better than I had planned and now this beautiful, sexy woman was kneeling before me, submitting herself willingly to my sexual desires. I wondered if she was as turned on as I was.

She set the butt plug beside her and began gathering up her silky black hair.

"You'll need these too," I said, handing her a blue tube of lube and a brown bottle of poppers. She looked up and smiled when she realised what I was offering her.

"Thank you, sir."

She took the tube and the bottle and set them beside the butt plug and finished gather up her hair.

I leant forward and carefully clipped the collar round her slender neck.

Kirsten immediately picked up the poppers, unscrewed the cap and put it to her nostril. Holding the other nostril closed, she took a huge inhale and held it in as she screwed the cap back on.

"Exhale," I said.

Kirsten looked up at me and exhaled as she picked the lube and the butt plug. She flipped open the lid of the lube and squeezed some onto her fingers and reached behind herself, put her hand under her skirt and massaged the lube into her asshole. Next, she squeezed some lube onto the butt plug and smeared it all over the shiny head.

She looked up into my eyes and smiled as she put the shiny toy behind her back and under her dress. I could tell the poppers was starting to hit her. Her eyes closed momentarily and she whimpered. I guessed she had just pressed the butt plug past her sphincter and inside her tight asshole. Her hand returned to her side and she reopened her eyes.

"Are you ready to continue your wanking lessons?" I smiled down at her.

"Yes, sir. I can't wait" She smiled back.

I unzipped and pulled out my hard cock. I'd been hard since I saw her at the doorstep. My cock was dripping precum. I wanted to find out how wet Kirsten's pussy was, but first I had to feel her expert hands on my cock.

"Get me lubed up and start wanking my cock, Kirsten."

"Sir, need I remind you that we both need to do poppers before I lube your cock?"

I remembered the deal I made with her the first time we fucked. I told her she wasn't to lube my cock unless we both did poppers first. This was her one and only power over me, and I could tell she was going to use it every time she could.

"Fair enough, Kirsten. But I'll make you pay for this!" I smirked.

She stood up and held the bottle of poppers to my nose and I inhaled hard. I held it for a few seconds and exhaled.

"Your turn," I said as the poppers began to hit me.

Kirsten inhaled hard and held her breath. She looked at me and waited for me to allow her to exhale. We had established on our first night together that she would only exhale when given permission to do so.

I smiled and moved in closer to her. I wrapped my arms round her waist and slipped my right hand down her back, under her dress and over her plugged sphincter. I kept going till my fingers found her pussy. She was dripping wet. I rubbed her wet slit and pressed the tip of my finger to the entrance of her cunt.

"Exhale!"

As she exhaled hard and drew breath, I pressed my finger inside her wet pussy and she moaned quietly.

"Now, start wanking my cock!" I demanded.

"Yes, sir"

Kirsten grabbed my cock at the base with one hand and squeezed a large amount of lube on the head of my cock and started wanking me carefully. Just like she'd been taught. I slid a second finger in her wet sex.

We stood there like that in the kitchen for at least 10 minutes. Kirsten's hands carefully wanking my cock and cupping my balls and my fingers buried in her dripping wet cunt.

Whenever my cock needed more lube, she held the poppers to my nose, then her nose, and awaited permission to exhale. Then she lubed me up and kept on expertly wanking me off.

Kirsten had been learning how to wank me exactly the way I had taught her, and now she was expert at it. It was time to move on to her next lesson.

"On your knees" I ordered as I pulled my finger out of her pussy.

Kirsten got to her knees and looked up at me. I held my fingers to her mouth. "Taste your wet pussy, Kirsten."

Without hesitating she sucked my fingers between her lips as she looked into my eyes wickedly.

"You've really learned how to wank me properly. Ready to learn how to suck my cock now?"

Kirsten's eyes widened and her mouth slipped off my fingers. Without hesitating she opened her mouth and slowly took the head of my lubed up cock between her lips.

Her hands cupped my balls and gripped the base of my shaft. I watched her as she looked back up at me, the tip of my cock pushing into my mouth.

"All the way, Kirsten. Get it down your throat. Now!"

Kirsten pushed her mouth down my thick shaft and got halfway to the bottom as my cockhead touched the back of her throat. She gagged but kept on pushing down.

"Let me help you" I said as I grabbed the back of her collar and pulled her head hard onto my cock. She gagged and coughed onto my cock as it pushed into her throat.

She didn't push back or resist. She seemed to welcome the forceful hand I was giving her. I let her up for air.

She gasped deeply and almost shouted, "Tha...thank you, sir!"

"You're welcome," I said as I held her collar and pushed my cock right back down her throat. Kirsten pushed her head onto my cock eagerly, accepting the assault on her throat.

I withdrew from her throat just enough so Kirsten could breathe through her nose. I unscrewed the cap of the poppers bottle and held it to her left nostril.

"Inhale!"

Kirsten inhaled and exhaled on command and went right back to deep throating my cock.

There were strings of saliva and snot dripping from her mouth and nose. Her face was stained by mascara as the tears streamed down her cheeks.

I pulled my cock out her mouth and ordered to strip. She quickly wriggled the dress over her head and the looked back up at me from her kneeling position, mouth open and ready to receive more cock.

I looked down at her and drank in the sight of her naked body and perky pink nipples.

"Nope. Turn round and put your face on the floor. Put your ass high in the air and pull your butt cheeks apart," I demanded.

I looked down at her bent-over body. Face down. Ass in the air. Both her hands pulling her cheeks wide open. I looked at the butt plug in her rectum as she wiggled her ass playfully at me.

"Are you going to take out my butt plug and fuck my ass, sir? I'm ready for you. Can I have some more poppers please, sir?"

I smiled as I considered her request. But we had been having sex for weeks and I still hadn't slid my cock into her wet pussy. Besides I liked her butt plug where it was. It was time to explore her cunt.

I knelt down behind her and lined my cock at her pussy. As my hard cockhead touched her dripping cunt lips she realised I was going to fuck her in the one hole I hadn't used yet.

"Oh f...fuck. Yes! Please sir. Please fuck my cunt. Slide it in. I'm so wet and ready for you. Please sir. Fuck me!" she hissed through gritted teeth.

I reached down her back and grabbed her collar. With one movement, I pulled her back towards me as I slammed my hard dick into her hot pussy.

At last, I was inside Kirsten. I was in her amazing tight, wet cunt.

I felt my cock twitching inside her as my precum leaked into her. I knew I wasn't going to last long.

I handed her the poppers bottle for one final hit.

"Inhale!"

I grabbed her hips and started thrusting as she inhaled deeply. She screwed the cap on and handed it back to me as she held her breath.

I unscrewed the cap and inhaled. I held my breath.

As I exhaled I informed Kirsten she could do the same.

She breathed out and asked me "Sir, please can I come on your cock? I need to come on your hard cock. Please?"

"Come!" I replied. "Come on my cock. Let me feel your little cunt tighten round me!"

I grabbed her collar again and fucked her hard.

Kirsten started moaning very loudly. She obviously got much more arousal from vaginal sex than anything else. This would be something I would take advantage of in future, I thought.

Her hot cunt gripped my cock and she pushed back to meet my thrusts.

She'd only started to orgasm, and I wanted her to enjoy it, but the poppers had hit me hard and my own orgasm was about to explode. Being her master, I had to teach her my orgasm was more important.

I also wanted to test her discipline and see if she would abandon her orgasm to satisfy mine.

"I'm coming, Kirsten!"

Kirsten didn't disappoint. She quickly slid her wet pussy off my twitching cock and spun around. She grabbed my dripping cock and wanked me into her face.

Two quick strokes were all it took before I started ejaculating hard. My semen sprayed into her face and up her nose, mingling with her saliva and mascara. She was a mess. A well-used, slutty mess.

She kept her eyes locked on mine the whole time as I emptied my nuts into her face, a wide smile on her lips.

"Well done, Kirsten."

"Thank you for your come, sir" she replied.

I didn't remove the dog collar. She wasn't finished. Yet...