Bethany’s Collar

When you open your eyes, it takes a moment to realize you are in a hotel room. I had given you strict instructions that when I rang your bell: you were to be wearing stockings, high heels, a long coat, sunglasses, and nothing else. I told you not to say a word, and to do whatever I tell you to do.

You start to greet me, but I put my finger to your lips to stop you. I take your dark glasses off, and close one lid with my finger. You feel something, a light pressure, and try and open it. You cannot. A small length of surgical tape is holding it shut. I repeat the operation with the other eye, and put the glasses back on. I take your hand and put it on my arms.

I lead you to the cab, and get you settled in. Then I tell the driver to proceed. The drive is short, but long enough for me to run my hands up and down your thighs, squeezing them, parting them a bit. You wonder if the driver can see what lies beneath your coat. See just how naked you are. See that tight bare pussy. You also aren’t sure if you care, so long as I keep touching you.

The cab stops, I depart first, and then lead you out. For a moment you are left alone. Your heart is racing, where am I? Am I just going to torture you by leaning against the wall and watch your awkward panic. And as you feel worry forming, I take your hand and put it on my arm again.

I lead you though a pair of doors that opens automatically. You hear them whoosh open, and then closed again. You hear someone say “ma’am” in greeting but you don’t know if it is for you. I turn you right, walk a few steps and then stop. You hear an elevator DING and I lead you in. Some generic muszak plays and just as you realize it is the rolling stones, the elevator stops.

Again I lead you, a turn, another turn. Where am I taking you? Will anyone else be there?

I stop you, open a door, and lead you in.

“Do you trust me?” I ask, speaking for the first time since you saw me.

You are too nervous to speak, and just nod.

“Good” I say.

With a quick motion I grab one wrist and pull it behind you. You hear a grinding metal on metal sound, and then the bite of cold steal against your wrist. Just as quickly, I grab the other wrist and put it in the empty cuff. Then I spin you around to face me.

I take off your glasses, and gently peel off the tape. Before you can open them, I gently kiss each eye. As you open your eyes you see me unbuttoning your coat and exposing your body. I make a little grunt of appreciation. You look up into my eyes, not wanting to speak. The moment is overwhelming. I bend down and nuzzle your breast, wrap my lips around one of your nipples and give a hard suck. You feel your nipple, your small areola, and a portion of your breast pull away from you and enter my mouth. If I kept going I would leave the oddest hickie you had ever had. You half hope I do.

But I don’t and let go, but that sudden sensation makes you far wetter than you had been. And you had been so very moist just waiting for me to arrive.

I pull the coat down around your arms. Trapping them further, and exposing more of your body. I run my hand up though your hair. I grab a big thick bundle of it and wrap my fist around it. I pull down, pulling your hair till it hurts, and pulling you downward. You strain softly till you realize I want you to get down on your knees. You fold down to the desired position and I loosen the grip.

I tilt your head down, and you hear my belt being undone, then a zipper, and the soft fwoop of the cloth falling around my ankles. I kick it away and you feel the hard flesh of my cock graze your cheek. You savor the feeling, little electric tingles going though your body. I push your head toward it and your start caressing it with your cheek, your chin, and finally your mouth. It is so very, very hard.

As your lips pass over it again, my hand presses hard, pushing you down onto my cock. Your mouth opens gratefully around the hard shaft and welcomes it in. I press harder, and harder pushing you down until your nose is buried into my stomach, and the head of my cock is pressing against the back of your throat.

I hold you there, just on the verge of gagging, for what seems like forever. You struggle to get your tongue out, to see if you can lick the shaft, to touch my balls. But as you do I push you down deeper, and then pull you away. I set a rhythm, a pace, a depth and release. Three, four, five times and then I let go, and you fall right into the same rhythm.

I reach down to play with your nipples. Pinch and pull them. You feel your pussy throbbing, so wanting a finger, a tongue, a cock, anything – ANYTHING, to stimulate it. You spread your legs wider, and let your pussy settle onto the rug so you can grind against it.

“Just like a whore,” I say approvingly.

And those words drive you crazy; you pump harder on my cock. Grind your pussy harder and faster. Curl your back to make your nipples hurt more against my pinching. And without warning you cum. You didn’t even feel it building. There was just a frenzy, a staccato of animal passion, and the climax. But there is no release as you just keep going. You need this. You need to cum again.

I start to squeeze hard against your nipples. Pinching and releasing, harder and harder, and you recognize it as the same way you pinch and pulsate your clit. The thought alone makes you want to cum again. But you want to hold out; to savor it; to get me to cum first.

But I don’t let up. I just keep going, and your body spasms, twists and contorts with a larger orgasm. Little shakes go out through your body. Your thighs quiver. But you do not stop, just slow down a little.

I grab your head with both hands, making two handles of your hair. I pump your head harder, and harder, making you actually gag but quickly releasing you. You fight to breath but want to savor ever moment of my cock in your mouth. Every taste, ever smell.

And finally I pull your head back so just the head of my cock is inside of you. A pause and you wonder if I am going to make you stop, then suddenly you feel it, the warm, sticky cum hitting the back of your throat. You try not to swallow it so you can savor the taste, but it is too far back. But the next hit is on your tongue, and again. More cum than you were anticipating. It fills your mouth, salty and sweet – a hint of something with a tang. You don’t know what, you don’t care. You just enjoy it, slowly letting it drip down your mouth into your throat.

My hand wraps around your hair and pulls. Pulls you up until you are standing on tiptoe. I walk you across the room – still cuffed, still trapped in your coat, naked and sweating. And throw you down onto the bed. I pull your ass up into the air and slap it hard. Again, and again. Painting it red.

Then I pull your head up, and turn it to look into the dark corner of the room. For the first time you see that there is a naked woman, taller than you, but not much. Her figure is more ample than yours. Her breasts are pert and large, turning up at the nipple. Her hair is dark and long, impossibly black. Her hips make you think of how nice it would be to see my hands on them. Her pussy is bare but for a small strip above. She is stroking one of her ample breasts, letting her fingers tease her large puffy nipple

“Whore,” I say getting your attention, “this is Bethany.” At the sound of her name Bethany smiles and licks her lips.

“Fuck her!” I say, and with that Bethany slinks forward to the side of the bed...

With that, you feel a shudder go though your body. You had long wanted to feel the touch of another women. To feel soft breasts against yours, to slide hips together, to feel slender fingers enter you, to see if another woman’s pussy tasted as good as yours. But this is not how you imagined it. You had imagined tentatively making an overture, and then letter her (whoever that her would be) seduce you. Gently show you what to do, and then have you do the same to her.

But this was not like that. You were sweating from the experience so far, nearly driven mad with lust. Handcuffed and exposed, at the mercy of both the newly introduced Bethany and me. Was that even her name? But you realized you didn’t care about names as soon as you thought about it. You just wanted to cum again, to feed that insatiable desire inside of you.

“Careful,” you hear me say, “She is like a vampire, she will suck everything from you and still want more.”

Was I referring to you, or to Bethany? But then you feel my playful spank on your ass, and you know. Your back arches and ass lifts. Waiting for another.

“I can see that,” the girl says. Her voice is soft and breathy. Her voice has a trace of not-from-around-here in it but you have exactly no desire to figure out where just now.

“Have you trained her to cum on command yet?” She asks.

“Not yet,” I say.

Your mind races at the thought. Is it even possible? You wonder. Is it possible to orgasm only because I told you to? If it is possible you know you want to learn to do it for me.

Bethany walks behind you, letting her fingertips run down your back. Pausing at the point where your cheeks start to spread. She leans down and puts her face next to yours. You can see her soft pale skin, dotted with a few freckles you could not see in the dim light before. Her lips are impossibly red, and you long to taste them.

“Like he did with me,” she whispers.

She pushes you down further onto the bed, your face pressed down into the comforter. She climbs on top of you and straddles your shackled hands. She guides one of your fingers into her cunt. It is tight, so very tight. It feels like slippery velvet, so very much like your own, but different.

You try to play with her pussy, it feels so good, and you have wanted to for so long. But she pinches your ass hard, startling you into stopping. She caresses the spot and you feel a warm glow of approval. Her style is different from mine, more changeable, very hard and then very soft. Like, you realize, girls are.

“Please master,” you hear her say, “let me cum.”

It sinks in; Bethany is like you, owned by me. Trained, teased, punished, rewarded, and fucked as you have been. You feel jealous, not mad just jealous. You belonged to me, so didn’t that mean... but no it didn’t. I owned you, sexually that is. But I had never made any demand of exclusivity on you, and you realize you made no promise of it. That you were my whore did not mean there might be others.

The jealousy, you realized, felt good. Like another game we play. You want to prove yourself. Show yourself better than her. But at the same time you want her. Oh god how you want her. You want her to fuck you, and to fuck her. You desperately want to taste her pussy. So wet and hot around your finger.

“Bethany,” I say, “who owns you.”

“You own me Sir,” she says.

“Who is your master?”

“You are my master Sir”

“Good Girl” and as I say that you can feel her pussy tighten around your finger, as yours does when I praise you.

“Now cum for me slut” I demand “CUM for me right now. NOW slut CUM for me” and on that third utterance of the word “cum” she does – hard and fast, her pussy milking your finger, straining to wrap around it; and with that, you cum as well. You weren’t even aware of it building. Just of the explosion inside of you when you did.

Bethany pulls off of your finger and slides her body up to your neck. You feel her wet pussy splitting around the back of your spine. You can smell it and your mouth waters at the desire to taste it. She bends down over you, her weight making it harder for you to breath, and you feel her stomach against your back. And the feel of her breasts against your ass makes your thighs even wetter.

You feel her lips wrap around your finger, slowly sucking and licking it. Tasting your pussy and she moans in appreciation.

“You taste good whore,” she says.

You try and respond but she pushed down on your neck muffling any words you might have said.

“No, no, no” she admonishes. “I didn’t ask you a question!”

Satisfied she had sucked your finger clean, she rests her face against your ass. She gives it a playful kiss, and a spank. Once again, like Pavlov’s Whore, it raises up in the air. She digs her fingers into your cheeks and pulls them apart. Revealing a view, you imagine, of your asshole down to your labia.

You feel she fingers slide down to your pussy. Fluttering around your lips and clit. Never resting in one spot, just a light ever moving pressure. You have never felt it before and it is making you squirm. Her fingers rapidly become drenched with the sweet juices of your cunt. You long to lick them clean.

What you did not expect to feel, however, was her tongue on your asshole, licking and teasing it. Her long pointed tongue, pressing into it. Any thought of how you feel about this is gone when you cum again. So many sensations drowning out the awareness of it building inside you. And as you cum she pushed that tongue – so impossibly strong – into your ass. You feel her lips wrap around it. Sucking, pushing, biting that tender flesh.

Her fingers are pushing into you – first one, but quickly joined by another. Pushing hard into you, fucking your like a cock. Slapping against your wet pussy, making soft squishy erotic noises. A third finger pushes into you, and your cunt has to stretch to accommodate it.

Bethany’s other hand finds its way to you clit. You think you hear me say something, but cannot be sure. You are lost in sensations you have never felt before, and her soft muscular thighs are pressing against your ears. The world could be ending and you would not know, or care. Fucking of to Bedlam.

She stops for a moment, and grunts agreement. I had said something, and you feel her thin fingers, so very strong like the rest of her, wrap around your clit. The anticipation of what she might do to you causes you to cum. And as you do, her fingers squeeze, and squeeze hard; harder than you ever have. It hurts but that just intensifies your orgasm. She releases and the blood rushes back in, again a kind of pain, but also a delicious sensation of stimulation inside your clit as well as out.

She starts to pulse your clit, squeezing and releasing, and intensifies her attentions to your ass. Your rosebud no longer fighting against it, open and relaxed to her the touch of her tongue. It is beginning to feel as wet and slick as your pussy. You want her fingers in it.

But if Bethany could read your mind, she chooses not to. She is most definitely in charge, and will do only what she wants to do. She is the cat in this game, and you are the toy. The only one who can change that is me, and you have not heard or seen me since the muffled instructions.

You long to know where I am. Am I stroking my cock? Have I cum again watching you get fucked by Bethany? The thought of that wasted cum makes you upset. You want it. You want to taste it again, to lick it off of my cock.

Bethany’s attentions to your ass stop, and you feel her head lift away, and you hear the soft moaning that comes from a mouth sucking on a cock. You wish it were you sucking it. Making it wet with your mouth. So hard and soft against your tongue. It drives you mad with lust.

“Please master,” you beg, “I need you to fuck me. Please fuck me! Please fuck me and tell her to lick my clit or lick my nipples while you fuck my pussy!”

You can hear the smile, the evil smirk, in my voice, as I say, “It is so cute you think you get to influence what happens to you whore.”

And with that you feel Bethany’s wrist resting on your cheek, as she guides the head of my cock to that wet quivering ass of yours...

You had fantasized about being fucked there, but you never had managed it. There had been an aborted attempt with me, but you were too tight, couldn’t relax enough, and didn’t have any lube. Since then I had made you play with ever-larger toys, to train you for my cock. But you hadn’t expected this tonight. But wasn’t the point of tonight that you wouldn’t expect anything? You were here to experience, and be fucked.

Tingling with excitement and fear you feel your ass start to tighten, but the head is already slipping into you. Bethany had done a good job lubricating you with her mouth, and making my cock slick and wet. It didn’t feel like any of the toys. My cock was both harder, and had more give. It was a living thing inside of you. I press forward until the head of my cock is fully inside of you.

At that you ass tightens, and you wonder if I can get farther in, or if I will ever come out. I am no longer moving, just letting my cock rest inside of you. You feel my hands, and hers stroking you, petting you like you are favorite cat. And then you feel a sensation that sends shivers up your spine and turns all your skin to gooseflesh. I am gently pushing my cock in and pulling back. Not much, barely anything, just a few small millimeters.

But you have never felt that tugging on the inside of your ass. Those innumerable nerve endings tightly packed in muscle are singing at the new sensation. Normally that would be enough to make you cum, to tip you over the edge, but the sensation is so new, so alien that you don’t. But how you want to, and how you want to experience this again.

“Bethany,” I say, “please distract her.”

“Yes master,” she says. And you see her climb onto the still made bed. You are still just bend over the edge, your coat bunched up around your wrists leaving you effectively naked. She moves closer and for the first time you can get a closer look at that most intimate part of your anatomy you have in common.

Your pussy is small, well at least the labia were. Small lips hugging your clit and that wet hole tightly closed. Hers are longer, and seem to pout. You want to kiss them, one set of lips to another.

Bethany spreads her legs, and you realize you are going to have just that chance. Her lips part and you can see, more clearly than you ever have before, all the parts you have in common. Her clit is large and swollen, her lips full, and the smell of her pussy reminds you of yours, but is exotic at the same time.

You feel me bend over you, my cock pushes in slightly and you grunt in pain. My hand wraps around your hair and pulls your head up. Bethany needs no further instruction and pushes her pussy just where your face had been. I slowly lower you onto that gorgeous cunt. You rest it there, your tongue out slightly. Her lips have wrapped around it and you notice she tastes sweeter than you do.

This time it is Bethany’s hand that wrap around your hair. Her grip is harder, pulling deeper at the follicles.

“It isn’t a pillow whore,” she says. “Lick!”

And you do. You find yourself rubbing your nose on her engorged clit, while you lap at her pussy. At first just letting your tongue explore her lips, and dart in between them. Your mind racing to recall the epic head you have been given, so you can repeat the same. But all your memories have turned to mush, and you just go on instinct. You explore her, up and down the lips, dart the tip of your tongue around her clit. You love having yours nibbled on, but would she let you?

You move down, pressing and pressing down to the opening. As you start to insert your tongue, her hands clamp down on the back of your head, pressing you down hard. Your face and her pussy fusing into one unit, and at that same moment you feel my cock plunge deep into your ass.

You had almost forgotten it was there. You were so engrossed in experiencing Bethany’s pussy that everything else faded away. You wouldn’t have thought you could ever forget the feeling of my thick member inside of you. But this has all been so new, so overwhelming. No wonder my cock slid in without much force.

And it felt so different from what you had imagined, your ass wrapping around my cock like a sheath – so much tighter than your already tight snatch. It created a sensation of being filled more fully than you ever had. But at the same time you were acutely aware of your empty pussy. It had been fooled and was trying to close around something that was not there. Immediately you are filled with the desire to have a cock – or fingers or a toy – in there as well.

Greedy whore. How many times have you been called that? And you are. There is never enough – never enough orgasms, never enough blowjobs, never enough fucking. I had told Bethany you were a vampire, and it is true, this is what you live for, not just what you are alive for. But even now, you want more.

You feel my cock start to pull out of your ass, until just the head is inside you. Then back in to goes, long slow strokes. Your asshole is electric with the sensation. It just keeps happening, tingles, pain, pleasure, and now you are used to it. You cum again. Harder still, the most intense you have had.

But Bethany doesn’t give you time to enjoy it. She grabs your head and rubs your mouth up and down on her pussy. Your tongue has plans of its own and wildly explores her cunt. Anything you can touch you lick, until finally you manage to wrap your lips around her clit. When you do Bethany holds your mouth in place and lets you suck it. She is moaning softly, then more loudly. She is going to cum.

She is going to cum because of you, what you are doing to her. It is a headrush. Knowing that you are giving her the same sensations that you have felt before. You are making her cum – on your face, in your mouth, on your probing tongue. You redouble your efforts, sucking her clit and flicking your tongue over it.

You can feel the strokes of my cock gain speed, plunging in and out of your ass. Harder and faster. It feels like three bodies have become one. Sensation traveling through us all, your ministrations on Bethany moving in pace with the cock filling your ass.

SMACK! Out of the blue you feel my hand connect with your ass, and everything contracts. Your cheeks squeeze together, your ass tightens, your pussy clenches. You are tighter than you have ever felt, and as your feel these parts release... SMACK! My hand connects with your other cheek. You know that two handprints are now painted on your rump, painted in the pink welts you feel tingling.

Bethany presses your head down deeper and harder. You can’t breath but you dare not stop. She came, letting out a cry of lust and release. My hands grab your hips and my fingers dig in for grip. I pump harder, and you feel the orgasm growing, growing and building.

And you explode.

You let out your own cry and suck Bethany’s clit into your mouth, deeper than before. She climaxes again as you do, grinding your face against her pussy. And then she releases it. She falls backwards onto the bed, her legs still splayed apart. Your face rests against her thigh as you both gasp for breath.

But my cock has not let up; it is still fucking you deeply. Each time I slam in it drives your face against her thigh. I begin to slow, the strokes resuming the long languid beat of earlier. My hands slide down your body until they land on your breasts. I grab on and suddenly you feel yourself lifted into the air.

Still impaled on my hard cock, we are suddenly in opposite positions. I am on the bed and you are now sitting atop me, both our legs handing off the bed. There is a moment of rest and you feel your wrists are on fire; you have been struggling against the cuffs, but have been too preoccupied to notice.

“Bethany,” I call out, “Time to show your appreciation”

You turn your head to see the lolling Bethany slide off the bed, cat like. She slinks over to you, her hips rolling with each step, and knees before you. She places a hand on each of your knees and pulls them apart. Pressing her palms into your thighs and pushing further, until they are as open as they can be.

She brings her nose down to meet your clit, in a parody of how you started with her. But this time there is no nuzzling. No gentleness. She is on you with ferocity. Biting the lips of your pussy, licking furiously. You look down and see one hand cupping my balls, and then other disappearing beneath your ass.

My hands are still on your hips, pulling up and down on my cock. You feel her hand wrap around the shaft and stroke my cock as you fuck it. Pulling it in and out of you. You feel your body coiling up for another release. So many times! It was always easy for you to orgasm, but this, this was different. You had never cum like this before, so freely and rapidly. Drown in sensation and new experience.

Jerking my cock in and out of your ass creates yet another new sensation, and combined with her mouth on your pussy, you feel another orgasm forming. Honestly you are not sure if you can take it. But it isn’t like you have any control over yourself, or your orgasms at the moment.

And as your body tightens, and you try and actively fuck back against my cock, Bethany slows down and becomes gentle and tender. Kissing all the parts she made sore, tenderly licking your clit, and mewing against it. But at the same time jerking my cock harder and harder.

“Cum for me Sir,” you her say. “Cum for us.”

“Please master,” you beg, “please cum in my ass”

“Please” you both say unintentionally in unison.

And with that you feel my cock begin to twitch inside your ass. It pauses a moment, and then you feel it. You feel my cum, hot and wet spraying inside you ass. And at that new novel experience you cum again. A slow build up to a shuddering end. You collapse against me.

Slowly you feel my cock shrink and pull out of you. You try and hold it in place, milk it back into hardness, but it slips out.

“She really is greedy” you hear Bethany say. You grunt your contented agreement.

You are gently rolled off of me. Cuffs removed, and the crumpled jacked discarded to a corner of the room. Your hands, wrists, and arms are massaged, kissed, and folded on top of you.

“I like her,” Bethany says, “Can I play with her again?”

I get up and go over to the nightstand. I open the drawer and pull something out. It is a simple metal band with a ring at the front. You giggle to yourself and think it looks like dog collar. I move over to Bethany and she lifts her hands to pull her hair out of the way, and slip the band around her neck. A small lock is threaded though the back and clicked shut.

“Good Girl,” I praise. “You did very well. You have earned this.”

“Thank you Sir,” she demurs, and you are shocked – in your exhausted way – to see that she is blushing.

“Now whore,” I say to you. “Once a month you are going to belong to Bethany, and she will train you as well”

The thought socks and excites you. And considering Bethany’s quick changing mood, scares you a little. But, you realize, it is mostly exciting.

“Thank you master,” you say.

Bethany slides herself against you. She leans over and gently kisses you. She lies against you, her breasts against yours. Gently petting your hair. You wonder if one day you will be the one in her place, earning a collar, and training the next girl. But mostly you are just happy, and satiated – for now.

“This is going to be fun,” she whispers in your ear. And you can do nothing but agree...

The BDSM Layer Cake The traditional view of BDSM is that it is, at its core, about power. But not in the way that seems obvious, for it is the submissive who has the power. This is true, as far as it goes. However the traditional view has always felt unsatisfying. That it didn’t go far enough, that it didn’t explain everything that is going on. It was just too simple.

Just in the same way it is naive to say that there was just one cause for any historical event – scratch the surface and you will find much more going on – it is problematic to reduce everything going on in the BDSM dynamic to just a single factor, no matter how important that single factor is.

So here is an alternate theory of the factors involved in Dominance and submission (aka D/s, or Dom and sub): Trust Trust comes first, both in the layer cake of factors, and as the foundation of BDSM. While the other aspects, described below, are of co-equal importance with each other, trust trumps them all.

The submissive has to trust the Dom, trust that the Dom has their best interests at heart, and trust that their boundaries and limits will be honored. The sub must also have trust in themselves, that they can give in, submit, and let the Dom be in charge.

The Dominant must trust their sub. Trust that the sub is open and honest about what they want and what they can take. Trust that they are acting correctly and honestly, and trust in their abilities and their own limits.

Trust is, without question, the most important factor of D/s relationship. It creates a safety net for everything else. Without it (and trust, like consent, can be withdrawn at any time), you don’t have fun and games, you have, at best, a disaster; and, at worst, assault. Power Power underlies every D/s relationship, on the surface because it is a traditional exchange of power. The sub surrenders power to the Dom, who applies it back into the sub. A bit like the evaporation, condensation, rain cycle of the weather; but with spankings.

However, beneath the surface it is the sub that has the real power, because the sub is the one who allows the Dom to dominate them. The sub allows the scene to start, and can end it at any time.

Unlike the real life incidents the D/s relationship echo (master and servant), it is the Dom working to please and satisfy the sub.

This is not to say that sub isn’t trying to satisfy the master, in any relationship both (all) the parties should walk away thinking they are the winner. However in BDSM part of being the sub (and part of the attraction of being the sub) is that they are center of attention. Control If the submissive is the primary possessor of power, Control is the domain of the Dominant. The Dom’s role is to control the sub, to give them a box with well-defined boundaries to let themselves go inside of.

The control Dom exerts over the sub allows them to submit, not just to the Dom, but also to themselves – to be free of decisions and burdens, and give over to experience. All the while the Dom must control himself as well, to keep the scene on track, to make sure it doesn’t go too far, to be ready to stop it at any moment.