The Leather Collar

I look down at you, the sweat gleaming off your back in the candlelight.  I can feel the heat of your body close to me, can see your body rising and falling as you breathe deeply.  The red ribbon cuts into your neck slightly, trailing down your body to your naked ass.

I reach down and pull it sharply.  You cough against the ribbon and rise up to your knees quickly.  The fire reflects from the candles in your eyes.

"Mistress," you ask, looking at me.  I lick my lips, smirking down at you.  I pick up a black box and hold it in front of me, opening it for you to see.  Your eyes light up as you see what the box holds.

"Would you like this," I whisper, smiling nervously.  You stare at the leather collar in the box, the shiny metal studs shining as brightly as your eyes.

"Leather is more permanent than ribbon, don't you agree," I say, hoping you catch my meaning.  As you quickly raise you eyes to mine, I know you do. I bite my lip, my eyes shifting back and forth, watching you for any reactions.

I see you holding back an excited smile, can see your pulse racing quickly in your throat.

"I would do anything to earn that," you whisper, the words breathy.   I smile, closing the box quickly, holding it against my chest.

"That is correct.  You must earn it, my pet," I say, rising from the chair smoothly.  You watch me, watch the way my body moves, graceful, like a cat, the muscles in my legs flexing with each step.  I feel your eyes on me as I pull the ribbon slightly, having you follow me.

You feel it bite into your neck slightly, falling forward a little as I move faster.  The carpet burns against your knees and palms as you keep up.  You can feel the fire warm against your ass as we move away from the fireplace.

I sit on the edge of the bed, the black silk sheets rustling and sticking to my sweaty body.  You kneel obediently at my feet, the red ribbon dangling from around your neck to my hand.  I set the box on the edge of the table, smiling as you follow it like a beacon.

"So just how do you plan on earning it," I say, crossing my legs slowly, wiggling my toes in front of your face.  Without a word, you open your mouth, rolling your tongue around my toes, licking between them, sucking on them hard.  I close my eyes moaning.  I can feel my body waking up.  I clench the ribbon, tightening it and jerking you.

"Not too fast, pet,"  I said roughly, wanting you to continue but wanting to savor the feelings of my body climbing.

You move your mouth back quickly, your lips already wet from your tongue.  I watch you lick them slowly, feeling a tingle rush through me.  You  know the subtle things to do that drive me crazy.  I start wondering who is in control really.  I see the twinkle in your eyes.  Gritting my teeth, i twist the ribbon, pulling you closer to me.

"Don't fuck with me.  I will throw the collar out if you keep it up," I say, staring at you.  I feel you pull back a little, tugging at the ribbon with your neck.

"That's it.  I felt that.  You fucking disobeyed.  This is what you get," I say, letting go of the ribbon.  I raise a foot, setting it on your chest, pushing you back.

You fall to the floor, your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.  You can feel the plush carpet brushing against your naked skin, tickling.  You can feel a drop in your stomach, fear mixed with arousal.  The blood rushes to your groin, making your dick hard.  You can feel the blood throbbing in your temples.

I glare at you, a heavy frown marring my face.  I glance down and let out small laugh.

"What is that,"I say, filling my voice with disgust.  I pull my knees up to the bed, giving you a view of my nakedness.

"Oh, do you like what you see," I ask, my voice dripping with scorn., "Well too bad.  You fucked up.  Now you get to sit and watch."  I move my legs apart, feeling the breeze cool against my hot wetness.  I can feel my pussy swollen with need.  I look at you, watching you stare at me. I move my hand down my thighs, holding back a smile as I see you catch eye of it.

I rub my fingers over my pussy, biting my lower lip as I flinch slightly from my own touch.  Your eyes dart up to mine.

"No," I moan, you understanding my tone as your eyes move back down.  You watch as  I spread my pussy wide open for you.  You can see the dim fire in my wetness.

You feel a breathe catch in your chest as I start rubbing my clit slowly.  You wonder to yourself if you should try to creep forward, to get closer to my body, it radiating heat onto your face.  You start moving closer, watching my eyes as so I do not notice.

I peek out from under my lashes, watching you move slower, slowly, like a snake. I allow you to get close enough that I can feel your breathe on my skin.  That is when I tug the ribbon slightly, letting you know  that I see you.  You pause, your nose brushing against my hand as I continue to rub myself for you.  I am almost certain you can taste my juices in the air.

You lean forward, licking your lips.  You taste the saltiness  of my arousal. You feel the ribbon tighten against your neck a little but keep leaning, trying to get one taste.  You look up at me, a question in your eyes.  I nod, giving you permission.

I move my hand up my stomach, feeling the wettened path my fingers leave on my body.  I feel your mouth lock against my clit, sucking hard.  Your fingers fill my emptiness, going straight to three. No skirting around the point with you.  You know exactly what I enjoy.

Your tongue rolls in circles, your face getting sticky and wet.  I feel your hands pushing my legs open further, can feel the muscles straining tightly as you push me open to my limits and then some, adding a pinch of pain.  I can sweat beading up on my face as you suck me higher, your fingers thrusting.

You pull your fingers out, moving away from my body.  My head is lain back, my long hair brushing against my back, tickling me.  You start rising from the floor, running your hands over my body.

I feel myself falling out of my role, allowing you to push me back to the black silky sheets.  I close my eyes, feeling the bed shift as you move up my body, creeping. I feel your chest press hard against mine, smashing my breasts hard.  I fell your hard dick, trying to nudge into me, but I know you know better.

I feel you tracing your hands up the pale undersides of my arms, pushing them over my head.  My eyelashes flutter as I open them, looking at you, hovering over me, waiting.

I feel myself falling, drowning in the pools of your eyes.  I bite my lips to not say something, knowing it would break this perfect moment, this little bit of time that has frozen, just for us.  And then you speak.

"Mistress," you say, pulling me back to character. I shake the feeling off, regaining my composure.

"You have done well with your tongue, pet.  I suppose you can try to please me with that," I say, glancing down at the hardness you have between us.  A glint enters your eyes as you start moving, entering me slowly, teasing my lips softly with the head of your dick.  I start squirming, wanting you to fill me.

I let a low growl pass my lips, groaning your name for the night.

"Pet," I say, a warning in my voice.  I hear you chuckle before you ram deep inside me.  I arch up, my eyes clenched closed as you bury yourself as deep as you can, as hard as you can. You push my knees up to my chest, my feet on your shoulders.  I feel your grab my wrists tightly, using them to pull yourself into me.

You tighten your grip, squeezing, feeling my tiny wrists in your hands.  You can feel my pulse, knocking against your thumbs, in time with your rhythm, the throbbing nestled between the reed like bones of my wrists.

I moan softly, my ass resting on your bent knees.  I wrap my long legs around your waist, pulling you closer.  I feel your body covering mine, matching our bodies together.  I feel your hip bones digging into mine, their hardness causing a slight pain.

You pause, kissing the tip of my nose softly.  My eyes flutter open, looking at you, smiling.  I know the next place you will kiss.  You kiss my forehead, following my self prediction.  I feel myself melting into you, into the sweetness of your actions.

The sweetness is quickly replaced by the swiftness of you pushing into me, causing me to cry out in surprise.  You move so fast and hard that you give me no time to call out to you, to remind you who is in charge.

You watch me, knowing I have lost control.  My eyes are glazed over, the tiny beads of sweat on my forehead.  I am breathing heavily out of my mouth, the tip of my tongue tracing the edge of my lips, the ridges of my teeth.  You watch my cheeks flex, twitching as you push deep into me,venturing to places you have never been.

I feel the tightness inside, the pressure building.  In the distance, the fire crackles as a log falls, crashing slightly.  I feel as if I am floating as I relax into the black silken clouds.  I clench my eyes, feeling my body take over.  I feel the muscles in your back, tracing your shoulder blades, feeling the thin layer of sweat all over your body.  I dig my nails into your pliant skin,dragging them down,  knowing I am drawing thin lines of blood that will sting when your sweat hits them. My heart races, thumping, fluttering as I come, my legs clutched around you tightly. A deep guttural moan erupts from my mouth as I finish.

I look up at you, through heavy sex drunken eyes, watching as your eyes clench tight, as your jaw tightens, flexing involuntarily.  Your thrusting gets shorter, faster, harder.  I run my hands over your hips, feeling your body moving towards mine.  Running my nails lightly over yout hips, I push you over the edge, the shivers mixed in with your moans and words.

"Baby, baby, baby," you whisper as you come, whispering like an ancient mantra. I watch you, slowly regaining the control, something we play with back and forth between us.

You lay your head on my shoulder, breathing heavily.

"I think you earned that," I say, smiling as you open your eyes, smiling at me.You sit up, allowing me to stretch out and reach the box.  The velvet is soft on my hands as I rub it, feeling it bristle slightly against my fingers.  I know my words and actions are monumental. I look at you, biting the inside of my cheek nervously. Opening the box with a soft creak, I hold it out to you, a smile flickering on my lips.

You look at me, knowing what I am asking in giving you the leather collar.  You feel your breath catch in your throat as you pick up the collar, fingering the cool metal studs.

I look at you, not sure what to say.  I lower my eyes, blinking back tears.  You cup my chin in your hand and pull my face up, looking at me deep in the eyes.

"Yes," you say simply, kissing me softly, "Yes."