The Un Ceremonies

I don’t want to write about my collaring. It felt so intimate and personal that I want to keep it between Miss Kayla and me. Yes, I have written about our sexual and submissive relationship in vivid detail. That moment just feels…close to the heart.

I will say that I wore it for an entire weekend and she used it to pull, push, and control. And I loved every second of it (and have since). I love to arrive, have her put it on me, hook on a leash, and lead me to the bed, or the couch, or sometimes the table. I cannot believe how much I love being treated like a pet. Not just any pet, her pet.

On her twenty-second birthday, we went and purchased matching cuffs for my ankles and wrists. We did that..together. Mind blowing.

Her birthday present was nearly two hours of Dr. Pet restrained on the bed, taking every tool, impact device, and nipple torture Miss had to offer. My favorite was the crop pain/pleasure.

It has been four months and six days since I met her. We are a couple with separate homes.

The only shitty thing lately was Wesley claiming I was a lesbian the whole time and had deceived him. My laughing lawyer uncovered that he had not only been fucking Paula, but a Leslie before her, and a Carla earlier in our marriage. I laughed as well and said to stop looking and just settle things.

My soon-to-be ex-husband did not appreciate my generosity. And so…I have not signed the papers. Not out of spite nor wanting more, but because he left the state and took my dog!

Deal breaker. Back to the lawyers.

Miss said she wanted to have a ceremony of sorts when I did finally sign. Kind of like a graduation. I think she was trying to take the focus off of her own upcoming commencement. Yes, my lover, my girlfriend, my dominant mistress was graduating from college. And I could not be prouder of her.

One small issue: her pleasantly suburban little family did not know their middle daughter was not only gay but a BDSM dominatrix.

She apologetically told me two weeks before the end of the semester when explaining why I couldn’t come to the ceremony. It was the first time she showed her age. Her wall was cracking and I started to see through. I responded by holding her quietly for ten minutes straight.

I hadn’t told my family a single thing about her. Unfortunately, my soon-to-be ex-husband took care of that after I told him I was now with a woman. When I had informed them we were divorcing, my not-so-pleasant sister decided to call him for an explanation. Wesley told her I was gay yet failed to mention that we were both having affairs at the same time and that his had started almost a year before mine; his third in as many years.

Another byproduct of this marriage dissolving was the few couple-friends we had were mute when Wesley moved out. Childhood friends, and college friends were all out of state and I hadn’t really pursued a bestie in the last five years.

Now it was just me and Kayla.

Tasks and Tests

Miss continues to challenge me with sexual tasks. I had read about this: some subs purposely fail because they enjoy the pain of spanking or other impact. I can see the psychology, but I don’t think I was guilty of it.

I truly enjoyed being spanked, or paddled, or cropped. I was even starting to enjoy nipple torture like for her birthday. The euphoria of pleasing her overrode my receptors. It made me cum harder and more often.

Sunday afternoon we were sitting on my deck chaise. I was laying against her chest wearing only a silky robe. I was telling her about my first high school boyfriend, a total dork, who honestly just wanted to copy my homework

She laugh-kissed me so hard.

I was about to drop the L word when she pulled back into a pensive rest.

“I hope you never get sick of me telling you you’re the best pet I’ve ever had.”

I blushed. “Never, Miss.”

“Lana, my second, loved being spanked. Would wear short skirts and nothing underneath and flash me on the bus or walking into a club; ‘asking for it’ as they say. I soon realized that’s all she wanted. She was what we call a “brat”, not much into the sex and certainly only obeying me begrudgingly. You are the whole package. Another reason why I cherish you so much.“

My throat seized up. “Cherish” was only an arms length away from the L word. Was it too early?

Months ago, she said I was not in love with her. That was months ago.

I boldly rotated and straddled her lap. I kissed her palm while burning my eyes into her. I reached over to my collar, which had been sitting on the table, so as not to leave any tan line. I put it on myself while her mouth slightly opened. I undid my robe and let it slide off my shoulders. It gathered still covering ass. If a neighbor had looked over, they would’ve seen me completely topless and I didn’t give one fuck.

“I am yours, Miss. Please use me for your pleasure.” I bent down and kissed her just under her left jaw. She shivered and moaned, her hands sliding up the back of my thighs to grip my spread ass cheeks.

“Fuck, Pet, sometimes you can be such a romantic. I love it.”

She loves it…

I was just about to thank her when she grabbed my hair and pulled it back. She held me still: face to the sky, tits pointing right at her face. Her mouth found my right nipple and flicked it with her tongue and then bit. I gasped, but knew not to move. She kissed just below the curve of my breast and began to suck. Oh fuck me, she was giving me a hickey. When she marked me, I felt owned. I almost collapsed right there, but I held myself straight.

When she was done, she released me with a loud pop and let go of my hair. I flopped forward and grabbed hold of the settee back behind her shoulders to steady myself. I knew her shorts were soaking wet, not from her arousal, but rather mine.

What followed was a moment I had read about and had seen in videos I had watched on my own or with her.

I looked at her with pitiful eyes, and simply said, “…please…” I didn’t know what it meant. I didn’t even know what I was asking for. Perhaps for her to ravage me body and soul. Yes, I’ll go with that.

She motioned for me to stand and I did. She followed. She pointed to the glasses and I picked them up. I had soon learned if there was anything to prepare or clean up it was always my duty. I loved serving her. I followed her into my house and set the drinks down on the counter. Without saying a word, I dropped to my knees, my robe on the deck outside. From a hook near the door, she picked up one of the leashes that used to belong to Sparks. I lifted my chin, and she attached it to my ring. The click made me sigh through my entire body. Damn…I had truly transformed.

She turned and began to walk and I followed her on hands and knees. My arousal took control and silently begged for satisfaction.

I was happy to see her stop at the couch and drop the leash. I sat back on my feet, hands flat on my thighs, face looking down.

She sat in the recliner and crossed her legs, sitting with straight posture. This usually meant she was about to give some very specific orders. No affection, just domination. My pussy fluttered and my nipples nearly launched off me.

“I’m going to assign you a task. It’s unlike anything we’ve done.”

I got goosebumps from both the excitement and the fear.

“Your ex claims you were always a lesbian. We both know that’s not true. And I don’t think you are now. You are bisexual, Doctor Pet. You love cock and pussy. You just love my pussy more than anything else.” She paused.

“That’s true, Miss, I do love it.”

“You also love it when I use my strap-on to fuck you. And I love to watch you fuck yourself with any number of our toys. And that cucumber in the park.” She let out a whoosh.

I giggled slightly, as my eyes flicked up and saw her smiling. I looked back down again.

“You are going to seduce a man. A total stranger.”

What the hell?

“I will choose him and I will choose a location. And before you get worried about cleanliness, etcetera, I will vet him beforehand. You just won’t know who he is.”

My mind spun for a moment. Sure, I had thought about getting fucked by a man again. Especially when one of my recent patients was describing the challenges of her boyfriend’s size. The things these patients tell me… But could I actually do it with a stranger? Would I have to pretend to enjoy it?

“May I ask a question, Miss?”

“Yes.”

“What happens if I enjoy it? I guess I’m actually afraid I might enjoy it.”

“Don’t be! You will. Even I think having something phallic shoved inside of my cunt repeatedly is a fun sensation. I just don’t like men. Our pussies were designed for this. You should ask your OB/GYN as to why.”

I couldn’t help but laugh that time. She laughed with me. Then she was suddenly on her knees right in front of me. She grabbed hold of my nipples and pulled hard. I wavered, but then went back up straight, wincing at the sudden pain. She did these things to bring clarity and focus. It always worked.

“You are going to love sucking cock, and getting fucked by a cock again. You will record it, we will watch it, and then we will talk about it. This is a test. Not of loyalty or attraction, but endurance.”

I nodded as I was holding my breath from the intense pain. She released me and I fell to the right onto the couch, my breath coming in gasps. I took a second and straightened myself back up into submissive pose.

“Wh..when, Miss..?” I could barely get it out.

“Friday night. It’ll be just like your usual Friday night challenge just with a different species of fucker. Now, kiss my feet and work your way up. All this talk about watching you getting fucked has made me screamingly horny.”

She sat back down on the recliner, removing her shorts as she did. She hooked her legs on the arms, and I almost drooled as I crawled forward to complete my task.

Return of the cock

Friday nights had become such a wonderful treat. She would send me somewhere by myself, but she was always watching nearby. I’ve been to the club, Herringbone’s, but also a regular bar where I picked up the wife of a guy who was late for dinner. I had eaten her to orgasm in the ladies' room.

One time I went into a grocery store wearing my vibration toy. She set it off while I was in one of the aisles. A teen clerk asked me if I was okay. I told her I needed the bathroom and she helped me there only to be shocked when I grabbed her and kissed her. I told her to pull out the toy and make me suck it. She did… I did… I left her bewildered but completely turned on.

For the cock night, we went to McKay’s, a bar near the financial district in the city. She liked to choose locations that had less chance of me being recognized as Dr. Carrie Drexel. By the way, I intend to take back my maiden name, Fryloch, as soon as the papers are signed.

I went out as Princess that night wearing everything new: F me heels that I am starting to like, stockings and a garter belt, an LBD that showed off my cleavage being unnecessarily pushed up by a black bra. My hair was up because Miss says I have sexy ears. I finished with my choker, I love it so much.

Unfortunately, with my hair up, I couldn’t wear my earbuds for instruction. She planned on texting me and I would pay attention to my phone. When I entered, I got many looks from studly men in tailored suits that were “staying out for a few drinks with the partners from the firm” or some other stupid ass business bullshit. It was their night to pick up random women and go fuck them in an overpriced hotel room before heading back to suburbia.

Well boys, this random woman has a surprise for you. I’m literally checking one of you off my list of things to do for the woman I love.

Speaking of, Kayla sat on the other side of the rather large bar with Chase, a gay friend from college. She told him why she was there just not who was under her spell. He didn’t ask a lot of questions and made a perfect cock blocker for any of these 30-somethings to make a move.

I played the flirty giggler with a few who approached with a drink. I ended up really enjoying two men older than me. They were regaling me with tales of their golf exploits, and I pretended to give a fuck. I actually found myself getting turned on at the idea of taking one of them to a room Miss and I had booked at the Sutherland. I wondered if she would let me choose.

The shorter one with the beard

Never mind…

His name was Anthony, but of course everyone called him Tony. He was maybe forty, just above my height in my heels, a little bit pudgy, but with wonderful eyes and a great laugh. He felt genuine. He felt safe.

He felt married.

While he excused himself to the bathroom, I texted Miss back saying I felt guilty for using a married man.

Not yr first Princess Remember, I chose him -knew he would be here. R U saying Red?

When Tony returned, he looked determined. I wondered if this was the look he gave when he was negotiating a deal.

Green

“Look, Princess, I’ll level with you. I’m a married man, and you’re a hot, beautiful woman. I would like to take you to a nice hotel room and enjoy a night together. If you can handle that, I promise you a good time.”

I have to admit to jaw-dropping flabbergast. I recovered, smiled, and with hand on his forearm, leaned in. “That sounds quite bold and wonderful, but I will have to check with my mistress first to see if she approves.”

He wasn’t the only one who could put someone off balance with blunt honesty.

The reaction I got was priceless. He went from wide-eyed shock, to fear, to absolute lustful delight. I had told him the truth, but he didn’t need to know that. I made a big show of texting Miss and waiting for a response.

She sent back four laughing emoji in response to the honesty playing out at the bar.

You got me Princess - brilliant (Wink emoji) Looks like Tony = fucked

I smiled wickedly and showed Tony. His eyes went wild and he smiled.

Before he could say anything else, I put my mouth right next to his ear, my breath making his skin come alive. I was loving feeling like prostitute.

“I already have a room at The Sutherland. Meet me in the lobby and I’ll know you’re serious.”

“How do I know you’re not a prostitute and this isn’t entrapment?”

I guess I really was giving off those vibes.

“You don’t. But I can assure you that we will have a lot of fun and you’ll never see me again.”

I loved being Princess. She was so bad. Tony answered by paying my bill and letting me take his arm as we are headed out. He offered a ride, but I said, “Meetcha there.”

At the Sutherland, Miss and Chase took up a position on the opposite side of the lobby. I sat on the edge of a chair, legs crossed, shoulders back, pushing out my tits (another vocabulary word I accepted in this new world). I got several looks but just focused on the door. Tony arrived and we cheek kissed. I’m sure many people thought I was a hooker. I hoped they did.

In the elevator, he put his arm around my waist and pulled me in. I put a hand on his chest and said, “Not until we’re in the room.”

I was enjoying being in control. She had taught me so much.

I know many people expect that “as soon as the door was closed” clothing will be thrown around and fucking will commence. In this case…they would be right.

Not fully believing I was to have a cock again, I whispered to myself, “This is for you, Miss,”

Tony was a great kisser, just slightly more aggressive than Miss. And he knew his way around a wardrobe. My dress was unzipped, and my bra was unhooked before I even had a chance to get to the buckle and zipper. I wanted to rip his shirt, but the practical part of me felt bad that he wouldn’t have anything to wear home to his wife.

Fuck yes, I’m helping someone cheat!

My pussy gushed even more as I lifted my leg and wrapped it around the back of his thighs. My hand was in his boxers, stroking a very hard cock. My first one in months. I moaned as he began kissing down my neck, heading towards my large enough to look a little trashy breast.

Princess was in Friday Fuck mode. “Oh yes, baby! Suck my titty; make me yours!”

When he took my nipple into his mouth, I grabbed the back of his head. Miss would suck them, pull them, bite them, lick them. But there was something different about his rough bearded mouth.

He pulled off and pushed me towards the bed. I giggled. (Okay, Princess…eye roll) Before I could fall on it, I let my dress fall to the floor.

“Jesus Christ!” he groaned when he saw my naked pussy. I left my thong with Miss and Chase.

Now in just my heels, belt, and trash stockings I lay back on my elbows and slowly spread my legs wide. I couldn’t believe I was doing this but Princess was all about it. My fingers easily slipped into my soaking wet pussy, and I threw my head back.

Now naked but his socks, he dove on top of me and kissed me as he roughly pawed my left breast. His other hand was sliding his cock up and down my labial engorgement. No foreplay, no cunnilingus, not even a courtesy blow job. This cock wanted to fuck.

I lost my breath when he pushed in a nice healthy six inches. It felt amazing. The head throbbed against every nerve I needed it to hit as he began a steady and forceful pounding of me. My nails dug into his back and ass enough to encourage, but not to leave marks. His mouth was now on my left breast with no intention of the same courtesy.

“Oh fuck!” I suddenly yelped and pushed him off, and he rolled to the side of the bed

“What the —?!”

“Sorry, Tony!” I said, as I leapt up, grabbed my purse and pulled out my phone.

I set it on the holder I had brought earlier, flicked the screen, and hit record. I turned back to him and struck the sexiest pose I possibly could with my hands on my garter belt. “I promised her I would record it so she could watch later. If you’re a good boy, I’ll give you a copy.”

(That was never going to happen. Dr. Drexel could not allow it.)

“Holy Shit, Princess. You are one kinky ass slut.”

“Mmm, sweet talker.” I was on top of him in lightning time. I took his cock into my mouth. I sucked down to his balls, tasting myself. I couldn’t get enough of it. My tongue swirled, my cheeks contracted. My hand grabbed his balls and massaged. Like riding a bike, every technique came flooding back. I don’t know when his last orgasm was, but this man was holding onto a significant amount of semen.

He took a hold of my head, my messy bun falling apart. He began to push up from the bed and I gagged slightly. He wasn’t long enough to make it difficult, but I was putting on quite a show. Saliva poured out onto my fingers, his testicles, and the sheets. I sucked him for a wet five minutes giving it my best. Nothing Wesley had ever received was this good!

With the same force I had used to push him off earlier, I was on top of him. My cunt rubbed against his belly as I put myself in place. Gripping his cock, I sunk down in one motion as my desperation opened and gushed on him. I screamed.

My vagina was ecstatic to be returning to its original intention. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that the orgasm I was having was nothing like the ones I had with my mistress and lover. I just let my vagina enjoy it.

When I finished slut-cumming, I started bouncing. Wesley was an on top or special-occasion doggy-style fucker. Tony was over the moon happy I was into cowgirl. My fingers landed on his chest, squeezing and pulling his hairs as I rode him. I tossed my hair back and forth, doing my best impression of an adult actress. But there was nothing common about this fuck. This was for her. This was for my mistress!

“Fuck me, Tony! fuck me deep. Oh gahhhd, so good!”

It was his turn to turn the tables. He grabbed and flipped me to all fours rear entry. I allowed the rough play. After all, this was nothing compared to what Miss puts me through.

In a flash he was back inside relentlessly pounding me as his fingers dug into my ass flesh. The occasional spanking sent shock waves through me as I lost track of my orgasms…

After Cock After Care

There wasn’t a knock. Miss had the room card. I was happy she was alone, Chase must’ve fulfilled his duty as GBF and backup.

Princess was in an exhausted, erotic pose: one stocking, no shoes, ejaculate dripping onto sweaty bedsheets.

Miss chuckled softly, turned to the phone and tapped it to hers to share the video.

“Two hours? You common little slut.”

“Sorry to argue, Miss. I’m a princess.”

She stripped then kissed me everywhere. She cleaned out as much of his three loads as she could, and we mouth-swapped it.

We didn’t leave until the following morning at 7 AM.

TBC

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