The Collar

The Collar

By Voyeur

Jan 2021

**Click** – I turned the key in the small padlock, but her hand went to the back of her metal collar, cupping the lock in her hand and preventing me from releasing her from her slavery

“No, Master…. Don’t”

“Why not, my dear?”

“My neck feels cold when you take it off.”

“You’ve had it on all weekend, dear one. It’s just warmed up to your body temperature.”- it was true – the band of elegant metal with it’s D-ring was still warm to the touch. While not as heavy as it looked, it still had a certain heft to it. She’d worn it non-stop since she’d knelt before me on Friday evening and we’d began our weekend of D/s play by submitting to my will from the moment when I’d fastened the collar around her neck.

“It’s more than that Master. When you take it off, it feels like something is missing. Something important. I feel alone and terrible without it’s weight around my neck. Without you.. without your ownership. I just don’t feel comfortable any more without it hugging my neck”

“It could just be sub-drop. It’s been an intense weekend” - it had been. We’d started with a whole evening of animal play- she’d been naked, crawling everywhere on all fours, drinking from a water bowl and being fed scraps from my hand. That night we went round the world twice and she’d fallen asleep suckling my cock, and promptly resumed in the morning. I’d handcuffed her, inserted a butt-plug and given her a frilly maids apron and cap and then watched with amusement as she cleaned my house for a morning. Naturally it was never quite good enough, as we took a turn towards sado-masochism- spanks turned into paddling which then escalated into crops and whips. We both vividly remembered her begging, even screaming for me to cane her tits as she held them up in her trembling hands to meet the descending rattan. After her hot tears fell we’d needed to take a break, relaxing then having some sexy, slippery cowgirl fun in the hot tub. We meant to have dinner, but somehow we discovered that she’d never been fisted, and I’d never fisted a girl before, so most of the night was a haze of lube, taut, straining flesh and sweat, till we mastered this new skill and she explosively orgasmed when I rotated my knuckles across her g-spot. Then I wound up buggering her (whispering in her ear that I’d ruined her gaping,aching pussy and needed a tighter hole) till I came just as hard. Sunday had been a recovery day- a lot of massages for us both, then her giving me a long, lingering, oily breast massage with her still-welted tits. We tried out the new sex-swing but fell off to much amusement and and mutual safe-wording then wound up having a 69 contest that she’d both won in making me cum more, but also lost because she still wasnt allowed to orgasm without my permission (and my mouth had been too busy to grant it). Then we’d mostly cuddled and I’d tried to de-stress, de-role and provide aftercare to bring our play time to a natural and comfortable end.

But it’s Sunday night and all good things must end. We’d been seeing each other for 2 years after initially crossing paths on Fetlife, but still lived apart- our careers tied us to different locales of the same city. Instead she usually came round to my house for our BDSM weekends- mostly because I had more space, isolation and better sound proofing. Her flat’s walls were way too thin even for vanilla sex, let alone full-throated torture or orgasm denial sessions.

“It’s not sub-drop Master. I know what that feels like. And I miss the collar all through the week when we are apart. I miss how I feel when we are together. When I’m here with you as your collared slave then I’m happy. I don’t worry about things or get anxious about the world- I know that you love me and will take care of me whatever happens and all I need to think about is pleasing and obeying you. I don’t have to choose all the time or question if I made the right choice when you make the decisions for me. Everything just feels right when I’m with you and the collar is around my neck. I don’t want to lose this serenity, security and peace I feel whenever I’m collared and serving you.”

“That’s a lot to take in. What is it you are asking from me?”

“I want to be your slave all the time- not just at weekends. Please Master, I don’t want to just submit just at weekends- I want to serve you, be with you all the time!”

“That’s asking quite a lot- to go 24/7 and to move in with me! That would be a huge change for us”

“It’s what I want Master. I’ve thought about it, and I want to try. I hate being apart from you and I’d be the best slavegirl ever!”

“You are the best, my dear. And I do enjoy the time we spend together. But what about practicalities? Your job to start with- you hate the commute from here.”

“The world has changed Master- my boss says I can work remotely now and in the future. With your permission I could cover up my collar with a scarf or something and put on a top whenever I had a conference call. The rest of the time I could be your naked, collared slavegirl about the house- and you do a lot of working from home too. Think of the opportunities!”

“You’d still need to go out the house from time to time- shopping, to see friends, family- we’d go out together too, and you being collared wouldn’t always be appropriate”

“Then I could wear a ‘public collar’ Sir- something that would look like a fashion choice like a black choker or that high, tight chain necklace you gave me- you would fasten it around my neck and be the one to swap it out for my true collar. I’d never touch it or take it off, I promise. But we’d know that I was still collared, and you’d know that wherever we where I would always obey you”

“It’s still a lot to ask. It’s a lot of responsibility and pressure to make the decisions for another person all the time.”

“I know Master, you make it look easy when we are together- it’s so natural and confident that I forget the work you put in. But you don’t have to decide everything for me- just give me rules and I’ll follow them. And if I break them, I’ll tell you and you can punish me. But I’ll be good slave and try to make it as easy as possible. And in return, you will have a hot, naked slave girl that will do absolutely everything you say. You can have all the kisses, sex, cuddles, blowjobs or massages you want! I promise you will be sooo relaxed that you wont be able to sit up straight. And if I annoy you, or you need some space or time apart, then you can just gag me or make me your foot stool or tie me up and put me in the closet. Whatever you want, I’d do it”

“No, my dear- I’d still want you to use your safewords. That’s one responsibility I will not take over from you”

“Yes Master, I will use them if I need to, but I’ll hope not to”.

“And if it didn’t work out? If living together and being 24/7 D/s was too much”

“Then you’d make the decision to end it whenever you felt it wasnt working and couldn’t be fixed. And I’d accept it, because when I submit to you fully, then I’ll always accept your decisions Sir. But at least we’d both have given it the best try we could, and we wouldn’t be haunted by regretting not giving it a go.”

“Are you sure about this my dear?”

“Yes Master. I’m never happier than when I’m with you and serving you. Even if you are whipping my tits or forcing me to have a dozen ruined orgasms in a row- even when I’m screaming in agony, I’m happy that I’m doing with you. And for you. Its the time when I’m apart from you, alone and struggling with decisions about what to do that I hate. I’m tired of being unhappy, and your collar completes me. It makes me happy. Why would I ever want to take it off?”

“Then we’ll try out this 24/7 Dom-sub relationship my eager little slave. But just for a 3 month trial – you can move in, but we’ll keep your flat for those 3 months so we know you have somewhere to go back to. But we’ll see after 3 months- if it’s still working then we can make it permanent. And you will also need to head home tonight – you still have work in the morning, and packing and moving your stuff over will take most of the week”

“Yes Master”- she pouted at the thought, clearly less than keen to leave.

“But since you like to be controlled, I wont let you go home without a reminder of who owns your ever horny ass”

“Master? What do you mean?” she asked, an intrigued quaver in her voice.

“Firstly, you’ll be going home in your locked collar. If you want to be my slave so much then you shouldn’t mind showing it off this one night. Tomorrow you can cover it with a scarf for work” - I knew the streets would be quiet this time of night and her apartment deserted by the time she got home. Perhaps a neighbour might see it at distance, but since she wouldn’t be around for long it would be quickly forgotten.

“Yes Master, I will wear it proudly”

“Secondly, you’ll be going home with my metal chastity belt locked around your pussy. Just imagine it as my steel hand cupping your pussy and holding it like it now belongs to me. Which it does- so we can’t have you rubbing yourself silly on your last night of freedom!”

“I wouldn't Master” she promised, her thighs already grinding against each other.

“And from now on, your usual weekend rules apply all the tome- you can only orgasm with explicit permission from me. Ruins still count as orgasms and any accidental cums will be punished- severely.”

“Yes Master!” - and I could sense her cunt clenching at the thought of being so controlled.

“Now kneel, and thank me for taking you as my full time slave”

She did. Her eager lips engulfed my hardening cock and she set herself to teasing, pleasing and swallowing as much of it as she could in her very skilled throat. She would seal her submission in the traditional way between us- by swallowing my seed.

**click** - I turned the key back in the lock, fastening her collar tight once more.

She could no longer choose to remove it- the decision was mine alone now. She no longer really had choices now that she’d made her final choice- to obey me in all things.

Her fate was now mine to determine.

She was mine.

My collar.

My slave.

Forever.

FINIS

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