by Reeva Days
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Collaring Carissa
A Journey Into Submission
©2005 by Reeva Days
The waves of the ocean churned in rhythm to her stomach. Here she was, in the middle of the ocean with practically a stranger, and no land in sight. Her mindset was not one for dating nowadays, but dating was just what she was resorting to, what she needed, and what she was doing.
She peered over her sunglasses and spied Salvadore, the man she'd met briefly a week ago at the open-air restaurant on the bay. She had just told her current lover Flint, that it was over and she was left alone at the bar nursing a mojito and a basket of dirty fries, like her, a metaphor for leftovers. No thanks. Not for this girl, not for Carissa.
She had fallen for him, a separated (i.e., still married) man. It had started innocently enough. In relentless pursuit of her via every avenue of communication and physicality, they became fast, inseparable friends. What at first appeared innocent, now had her spinning, confused, and caught in the middle of a triangle she didn’t care to be a part of. But it was too late, he was already integrated into the very fiber of her being, missing him now that she had decided enough was enough. She both hated and loved being in that intense kind of spotlight; loved being in it, but hated being out of it, seemingly gasping for air due to his absence.
Salvadore had approached her at the bar after a few minutes and had apparently picked up on what had just happened between her and Flint. It just so happened his sports motorboat was docked at the marina, and numb from Flint, accepted his invitation to see his boat. He seemed nice, and that intrigued her on the obvious level, of course, but made her wonder if deep down he could give her what she needed, what she craved, especially now. The strange part was, she didn’t know exactly what it was she needed.
Bobbing on the ocean with him now, she wondered if his politeness could turn on her without warning. She was instantly aroused as she pictured his niceness turning into overt sexual advances. How would she handle it? God knows he was handsome enough and very confident.
The more independent the woman, the more a man was hell-bent on breaking down that independence. It was this deadly serum an independent woman like she seemed to extract from men. And this once, even she had fallen victim to the bite. Oddly enough, that “bite” was exactly what she craved in the sex department. As far as she was concerned, anything was ok in the bedroom. What men didn’t get is that she didn’t mind being broken down, it was when and where that made all the difference. She pictured herself his wanton sex slave, love slave, whatever-he-craved slave below decks. Whatever she didn’t allow men to get away with in her in day-to-day life; she often fantasized about during foreplay. She didn’t like games, but she did think about the prelude to the sex games; breaking up and fucking after a great fight, turning them down and torturing them only to have them take out their revenge with their cocks later on. She had never pushed that envelope, but thought of it now as she looked on Salvadore. She longed to be dominated by him and wasn’t sure why. The same way that men thought about women being whores in bed, and ladies in public, was the way she thought about being dominated by a man.
She was really a simple girl, with simple tastes, and a love for the ocean sports, fishing, and a hearty appetite for sex. She hated to admit it, but sex was a big factor in her falling for Flint. The raw sex between them was often and kinky, just the way she liked it. However, lately, on the nights when she was feeling a little softer, she had no one to turn to as far as making love was concerned. Face it, she thought to herself, if you can't make love, what good are all your lovemaking skills? That single thought haunted her these past few weeks and convinced her it was over between them. She knew she had gotten too close when every fiber in her soul yearned to whisper I love you quietly into his ear without fear or regrets.
She had slowly, finally, started turning her gaze away from Flint and setting her sights on someone who would not only make her cry out in passion, but someone whom at the same time would make her long to cling to him, and nicer still, make him cling to her in kind.
So why the hell wasn't she being herself with Salvadore right now? Why was she feeling so uptight? She looked over at him as he bated her hook. They didn't speak much as they fished and drank champagne for hours. The knot in her stomach had loosened with the champagne, but had not otherwise much affected her. They spoke briefly about their pasts, what they wanted out of life, etc. Although non-talkative men turned her off, his quiet proximity was pleasant and reassuring. Since they both obviously loved fishing, the long pauses of silence were not uncomfortable as they concentrated on the prey at the end of their respective lines. She liked him hovering near her; attentive and smiling. His hand on her waist alone felt incredibly erotic. The waves were knocking them around a bit. They collided once, and it was enough to set off the chemistry between them. He kissed her lightly and she reeled him deeper inside her mouth. All at once, she tasted ocean, sun and lust, her favorite combination. Something about running around half naked, sans makeup, free of the usual barriers. With that kiss, she had given him the green light.
His kiss weakened her knees to the point that she grasped the railing for support. He instantly brought out the whore in her, and she felt like enticing him and do things with him she’d never even dreamt of with Flint. Half revenge, have fun for herself. Oh hell, all fun for herself. She wondered if he would cringe as she begged him to smack her ass hard as she was coming. Again, she looked on him and wondered what it would be like to be stripped of all veneer and cater to his every whim, with no one the wiser for it as they bobbed out on the ocean. She felt her eyes glaze over. The look in her eyes was signal enough for him, for he moved in on her. Some of his prior softness was replaced with resolve.
“So, why are you here? Is it me? The boat? Both? Sex? Honest?”
Surprised by his directness, she smiled in response. “The fishing, of course.”
Salvadore squinted up at the sun with a grin, a trail of sweat measuring the lapse of time before his response. “Okay. Is that all?”
Her face momentarily clouded as she continued . . . “I want to forget him.”
“You will. I can make you forget him. And I know this is a lot to ask of you at this point in time, but you have to trust me.”
“How?”
“If you put your complete trust me and give in to that trust, I will take you to new heights of passion, and yes, maybe even love.” He turned his back on her.
She was ready for anything now. In answer, she went down the steps through the companionway and laid back on the large bed that came to a point at the bow. She wondered how many women he’d fucked here; it only excited her more. It would probably shock him to know how much it would excite her to hear about the other women as he was fucking her. Her pussy tightened just thinking about it.
Standing just inside on the second step of the companionway, Salvadore’s crotch was at eye level now and she could see his erection under his bathing suit. A sly smile graced her pouty lips as she grabbed his dick. All she could think about now was another sip of cold champagne and to wrap her lips around his erect cock. She felt much better
now than she had in the past week. Thanks Salvadore!
He grabbed her wrists mid-air and saw the excitement in her eyes. "I think I know what you need. Have you ever been collared?"
“No. What is that?”
“It means we play-act master/slave roles. Except out here it can be a lot more fun, being out in the ocean with no one around. We can do a lot of things out in the open we’d usually have to hide behind locked doors.”
A momentary look of fear crossed her face.
Salvadore noted her response. “Carissa, we’re all alone out here now. There’s no one around to hear you scream.” She put both hands between her legs and closed them.
“You’re squirming in your own heat and juices at that thought, aren’t you?” He eased his hand into the small triangle of her bikini top and fondled one breast. Instead of pulling back; she surprised herself by leaning into him.
He let out a small laugh that infuriated her. “I’m kidding Carissa, if at any time you want to stop, just say so and I will. I promise. Agreed then?”
She came up on her knees then sat back for a second and looked beyond him into the watery distance. Again, no land in sight. There was nothing but three small triangles of fabric between her skin and whatever he had in store for her. She held her answer longer than she should have, so good did his hand feel as he kneaded her breast. She longed to take all her clothes off and offer herself up to him.
Carissa was forced to look up in order to respond to him. “Okay.”
“Okay, what? You are to call me master at all times, you are not to speak to me unless I ask you a question, and you must ask permission to do anything, and most important, you are to do whatever I command. Understood?”
“Yes . . . Master.”
Although his look always had a bit of mirth to it, as if silently mocking her, it was now replaced with a firmness that came over his entire demeanor; a demeanor that said you ain't going nowhere and don’t you forget it.
She slid backwards onto the bed, and slightly parted her legs. Carissa then slid her hand under her bikini bottom.
“Stop! Did I tell you to do anything yet? Must I punish you already.” Carissa drew her hand out of her bikini and slightly convulsed at the small orgasm that had already started building within her. For the first time, he didn’t take his eyes off her. She basked in his open admiration. Her tan, sleek body and long, black hair were more than he could resist. Her dark eyes bored back into him on the other side of the companionway.
Salvadore blocked the companionway that led below decks. He stripped his bathing suit off to reveal a fully erect penis. He stood back from the companionway just enough to be able to see her. “Take off your bikini top.”
Carissa started to protest.
“No! You aren’t to speak back to me! You have only to hear my instructions and carry them out! Now, sit on all fours so I can see your tits in profile.”
Carissa blushed in heat and embarrassment. Salvadore crawled towards her on the bed. Her tits dangled like pendulums with each sway of the boat. He slowly ran his hands in a very familiar way over every inch of her body, savoring every stroke. He pulled, massaged and weighed each of her tits in turn with both of his hands. He then dry-milked her tits with his hands like a cow. He put tanning oil on then and they squished with every pull on them.
“How do you feel now, Carissa?”
He was still milking her tits as she responded. “Like a nursing cow.”
“No, Carissa, you’re too fine for that. You’re more like a thoroughbred horse, sleek, dark and beautiful. You’re perfection. You’re my slave!
Carissa convulsed again as he continued milking her tits. He then slid his finger up and down her slick vulva and caressed her anus as she arched her back.
“How does this feel?”
“I love being handled by you, Master.”
“How does it make you feel? Be more specific. Go beyond the obvious . . .”
Carissa closed her eyes briefly, words not coming easily to her. “I feel like one of your most cherished, pampered . . . possessions.”
“Exactly, Carissa. I’m going to collar you today in a very special way and make you my official submissive, and I, your Master” Salvadore lay on his back and slid under her tits. Using only his mouth he sucked her each of her tits in turn and pulled them deep into his mouth. He scraped his teeth against the soft flesh of her nipples until they came to a point. Finally, he grabbed both of them and suckled hard. All that could be heard was the slapping of the waves against the hull and the sucking and slurping noises. She felt like fine caviar being consumed with obvious reverence. When he finished sucking them, he slapped each of them in turn for a while.
Carissa’s tits were sore from all the sucking, pulling, nipping, scraping and slapping. After what seemed forever, Carissa was relieved he had released her tits. She whimpered in frustration and reached for her pussy.
“No! Did I say you could do that?” He immediately ripped off her bikini bottom and proceeded to smack her ass hard. She winced in pain.
His next command was barely a whisper, yet she eagerly jumped to do his bidding. “Get on your back so I can lower my dick into you mouth.”
She didn’t waste one second. He lowered his angry, red cock into her mouth and made her take it. “Now suck it and don’t stop until I tell you.”
Carissa’s jaw ached from sucking his dick for so long and so hard. She murmured something unintelligible, his large dick making it impossible to speak. He gently smacked her tits in response. “Don’t stop! Whatever you do, don’t stop Carissa, I’m going to come in your mouth!” She squirmed in her wetness as she opened her mouth as wide as she could to accommodate him. Her mouth could not contain all the creamy milk that gushed from his member. He spasmed over and over in her mouth and she had no choice but to swallow. He pushed his dick deeper into her mouth so there was no escape for her, but he could see he didn’t have to force her much as she loved swallowing his salty, smooth cum. He gently rubbed her head while he spasmed into her mouth till he was dry. She sucked in her cheeks even more until he winced. There was so much cum, she couldn’t help but get some all over her face. He toppled over onto his back in exhaustion. His breathing was labored, but still, he grabbed one of her tits and played with it.
“You’ve wasted some cum, Carissa. I want you to lay on your back, spread your legs as wide as possible and smear my com all over your tits and pussy. After you’re though, I want you to tongue the spillings off my crotch area.
“No, wait!”
He took a nearby cushion and propped it under her ass. He then watched her spread her legs wide open as she spread the cum over her erect nipples and down to her pussy. She went to get up to where he was standing, again blocking the companionway. “Crawl to me, so you may lick me clean.”
“Yes, Master.”
Although spent, Flint started getting another erection as Carissa licked off every spill of cum on Salvadore.
“Now follow me back up on deck. And whatever you do, don’t put any clothes back on, I’m not through with you yet.”
“Yes, Master.” Again her clit hardened at the intent of that statement and how easily she fell in to the submissive role. Actually, her spirits had lifted considerably and it was great to have Salvadore do all the thinking, anything to forget about Flint. It was working. Despite his degradation, she liked pleasing him in this insane manner and she was oddly aroused and wanted to continue exploring this venue. Like he said, there was no one around to judge her.
Once out on deck, she felt great at having pleased him so much, but frustrated at not having his dick inside of her.
“Stand on the deck.” As she reached for a cast-off T-shirt, he smacked her ass in response. “Naked, I said.”
He grabbed two plastic champagne flutes and offered her one. “This is your collaring ceremony. Regular collars are usually used, but you are to be my slave only on this boat, so it will be a little different.”
He grabbed
the end of a quarter chain from a coil he had in the hull and gently tied it loosely around her neck. He fastened the other end to the cleat at the bow of the ship.
“Do you promise to serve, cherish, adore me and only me while on this boat whenever we set foot on it for as long as we both want?
“Yes, Master Salvadore.”
He looked deeply into her eyes. “No, that’s not good enough. For a set amount of time, let say three months?”
She looked quizzically up at him. He went ahead and answered the questions in her eyes.
“You have to agree, our schedules permitting, to carry out our Master/submissive vows for three months. By then Carissa, believe it or not you will come to adore me, yes, and maybe even fall in love with me. That’s where I want this strange union to take us.”
She took so long to answer he grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her knees. She instinctively bowed her head at his feet.
“Show loyalty to your Master and kiss my feet.”
Without further provocation, she kissed each of his feet.
“Carissa, you will become my best slave to date, my only slave.”
“Your best slave? There have been others?”
He grabbed her again by the hair in response to her outburst and whispered fiercely and closely into her ear . . . “You are my slave. If I had others or have another, that is not your concern. Your only concern is to please me! He flipped her over, spread her legs apart with one powerful leg and entered her doggie style as he pulled back on her long mane of hair. She winced as he entered her, slowly at first, them jamming into her fierce and hard. She squirmed beneath him as he repeatedly entered her.
“I have had several slaves Carissa, I won’t lie to you, but none like you. I want you to know about them. You’re to accept that.” Her pussy tightened like a vice around his powerful cock.
He whispered in her ear. “So, you like me telling you about the others. It turns you on, doesn’t it?” He shoved his cock into her hard on the last word for emphasis. He slapped her ass hard as he rode her as she violently convulsed as wave after wave of orgasms hit her.