All Change for Amy

As Amy writhed, suspended on wood and chains, a living, breathing testament to her power, Geraldine stood before the monitor, the warmth of the collar around her neck a constant, grounding comfort. Her mind, however, was miles away, adrift in a sea of memory. It went back six years, to a time before Amy, before this complex, delicious game, to a life that was smaller, quieter, and infinitely more lonely. She remembered the ad on collarme.com, the pixelated picture of a handsome, tall man who said all the right things in the sparse text of his profile. He was a Master looking for a particular type of plaything, and she, a submissive who had spent years exploring her own desires in private, happened to fit some of what he was looking for.

She sent him a message, attaching a current, unflinching photograph of herself. She was nervous; she knew she wasn't a model or a conventional beauty, but she was fit and solid, and some had said she was attractive, with a presence that couldn't be ignored. He replied almost immediately. He was everything he said he was: tall, handsome, educated, and possessed of an aura of effortless command. But there was one drawback: he was married. He was brutally honest from the outset, telling her he would never divorce his wife. She was his rock, his foundation, the one constant in his life. But something had happened years earlier that had completely changed his life, shifting his desires onto a different path. His wife, he explained, didn't seem to mind his lack of libido toward her, and so they had settled into a loving, if not overly physical, relationship.

Their first meeting was in a neutral, anonymous hotel bar. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a mixture of fear and a potent, anticipatory thrill. He was stronger and firmer than she had imagined, his presence filling the small space of the hotel room. His cock was gorgeous, thick and long, and she had loved licking it up and down, unable to touch it as her hands were bound securely behind her back with his leather belt. He took her from behind, his cock plunging deep inside her arse, a possession so complete it made her soul sing. He didn't come inside her that first time; he pulled out at the last second, showering her back and buttocks with his hot come, a primal act of claiming his territory. He turned her around, stood over her, bent down and kissed her hard on the lips, his tongue claiming her mouth. He tweaked her hard nipples until she groaned with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Then, in a move that shocked and thrilled her, he got onto his knees and took her large, hard cock into his mouth, his hand gently caressing her balls. She moaned in pure pleasure as his head moved up and down, desperate to hold him, to guide him, but her hands were tied too tightly. She was close, so close, and he pulled his mouth away with a soft 'plop' and continued to stroke her with his hand. He closed his eyes as her sperm shot all over his face, marking him. Once she had caught her breath, he stood, and they kissed, sharing her sperm through the intimate, messy kiss. She licked his face clean, her tongue tracing the paths of her own pleasure. They ended their first night with her pounding into him from behind, with him holding the leash attached to the first collar he locked around her neck, a symbol of a love that was anything but conventional.