(The premise of this story is consensual domination involving a high level of control and obedience. Although not discussed, there is a safe word and no one is being coerced. Reddit didn’t like my formatting so it’s broken into two parts.)

Part Two

After her first submissive experience, Suzanne [F36] knew that Peter [M33] controlled her. She laid in bed before work, wishing Peter was present to choose her clothing, to make her breakfast, to remove all choice and discretion from her routine. She gently rubbed her pussy, wishing that his warm cum was leaking from her, and that she could savor the flavor of his powerful seed on her fingers. She had never felt this before, this draw to another person. It was as if Peter opened a door inside her, and she had finally discovered her true purpose.

Almost every day, Peter told her “submission is a constant choice. But once you submit, I will make every choice for you.”

Suzanne watched the clock at work, counting the minutes until she could return home and meet Peter. She never knew what each evening would bring, but she was ready for whatever he chose.

Later that evening, Suzanne arrived home and made herself a drink to relax, anticipating Peter’s arrival in minutes. After her facefucking experience a few weeks before, Suzanne had turned on her phone’s “Find My iPhone” so that Peter always knew when she arrived home. She also knew he could track her movements, but she wanted to hide nothing from him. She was an open book.

As she traced a finger over her thigh, thinking about what tonight might hold, she heard his familiar knock at the door. When she opened, Peter simply said “hello” before taking her hand and leading to her living room. Peter gently said “close your eyes.”

Once Suzanne had done that, she felt the weight of his hands on her shoulders, and then felt a cold metal sensation around her neck. Finally, she heard a distinctive “click” and realized that Peter had just collared her.

Peter stepped back to admire his handiwork, a thin smooth metal collar hung off Suzanne’s delicate neck. She brought a hand up to feel it and although she tried hard, she couldn’t figure out how it was clasped. It was seemingly solid, as if magically placed on her permanently.

Peter commanded her to strip, and Suzanne obeyed without thought. As she took off her shirt, bra and panties, she realized the glass doors to her patio could allow her neighbors to see inside. Her nipples were hard and her breath ragged as she waited for her next command.

“Tonight you’re a pitiful little slut, collared and owned. Your only purpose is to serve and if you’re good, receive my cum. And if you’re a very very good girl, I may even let you cum, but don’t get your hopes up.”

“Undress me.” Peter said calmly, with the serene certainty of a ruler’s command.

Obediently, Suzanne took off his clothing and folded it neatly on the coffee table, and placing his shoes on the floor.

She looked down, seeing that his cock was still soft and wanting to do whatever it takes to make him hard.

Peter gently pushed Suzanne to her knees in front of the couch, and sat down himself. “I worked out shortly before coming here, and only had a pair of used socks with me.” She could smell his sweet sweat from her submissive position, unsure of what would come next.

“Before you get to feel my hard cock in your mouth, show me what you can do with it.” Peter said, holding up his left foot in front of her.

She reached out tentatively, having never done anything like this before, but she opened her mouth and gently began worshipping his feet with her tongue. Peter relaxed, enjoying the show, seeing that Suzanne was enthusiastically demonstrating her submission. “Dirty feet for my dirty girl” Peter said proudly. “Now, my balls.”

Suzanne crawled closer, the metal collar warming against her skin, her pussy wet from deprivation between her thighs.

She placed her hand on his cock and moved it out of the way, opening her mouth and worshipping his heavy balls. Peter could hear Suzanne breathing deeply, savoring the smell and taste of him, as his cock finally came to life in her hand.

“The cum that will one day breed you is in those balls.” Peter said.

Suzanne gasped at the sudden image of herself collared, with a swollen belly and tits, owned so completely by Peter.

Without thought and almost instinctually, she opened her mouth and licked a bead of clear precum off the head of his cock. As she began burying her face on his cock, she suddenly felt his hand on the back of her head, forcing his cock deeper. Suzanne struggled to breathe, but all she did was suck Peter’s cock deeper into her throat. She fought her gag reflex, her face turning read as she fought for air. Her spit dripped over his balls, soaking her couch.

Finally, as she neared a point of unconsciousness, Peter took her pony tail and pulled her head up, and Suzanne nearly came when fresh oxygen filled her gasping lungs.

“Good girl.”

Peter reached behind one of the couch cushions and pulled out a dark brown leather bridle leash; which he clipped to her collar.

“Crawl to your bed.”

“Yes Sir.” Suzanne said, still struggling to catch her breath. She turned on all fours and began slowly crawling across the hardwood floor to her bedroom. Her ass was in the air, swaying from side to side and showing off her soaking pussy and hungry dark asshole for her Master.

Peter followed, keeping the leash taunt so that it dug gently into her throat. She felt degraded, like a wild animal serving its master. She loved it.