“Like most people, I met someone, who knew someone, who knew this one and that one—until I met Arnold Noland. He owns this building and this lovely setup. Arnold is a sub. In fact, he’s a wimp but brilliant. He invited me to a party here; he was setting up his little dungeon. I was fascinated, and I must admit it was a huge turn on. I tried the sub thing, but it didn’t work for me. I wanted the master’s chair. Arnold saw my potential and called an old friend of his, a Master, to train me. He said I was a natural.
Arnold became one of my slaves. He’s beyond kinky and some of the things he asked of me, at first, appalled me. However, I was committed to this lifestyle; it suited me. So I got my trainer, and I delved deeper into the kinky side of BDSM. You know … the fetish side. Nothing fazed me or surprised me; my trainer called me the perfect Domme.” She blushed slightly. “Russell, what’s your story. I’m sure it’s not boring.”
“I’m a controlling man, possessive, and I enjoy sex. I need to fuck daily, sometimes twice a day, so the perfect place for me was a high-priced whorehouse. There I met a Madame, a stunning woman who was into bondage. She loved to tie me up and enjoyed oral sex. I'd never met a woman like her. Then the tables started to turn, and I became the one in control and eventually the Master. I read up on the lifestyle, and she educated me. As of late, most of my dates have been vanilla. However, out in the suburbs, I frequent a little club. There, I can request a sub for the night. There I can quench my needs. Not until I saw you did I realize how much I wanted more.”
“How unusual? How did you know?”
“I didn’t until you handed me your card.”
“I’m not sure this is going to work, Russell. I’ve been doing this for over five years, and I’m thirty-two years old. What’s that old saying, can’t teach…”
I stopped her with a kiss then trailed small kisses down her neck. “Do you want me?”
“Oh, yes,” she moaned softly.
“Are you afraid there will be problems with Arnold?” I asked, worried he had some sort of hold on her.
“No. Arnold has been fair and told me anytime I wanted out, there would be no problem. I’ll lose this apartment, but I can afford to pay for another. I’ve saved up a considerable amount of money. I’m quite comfortable.”
“Then there is little holding you back.”
“Truly, nothing, Russell.”
I loved the sound of that as I moved closer to her and licked the side of her neck. “Do you want me to lick your pussy?”
“Oh, fuck, yes,” again, she moaned.
“How do you ask your Master?” I eased my hands down over her breasts and pinched each nipple. My hands found their way over her belly, then lower, until my thumb found her clit. Her breathing had already increased.
“Please, Sir, fuck me.” She spread her thighs.
“And you said this couldn’t work.” I had my face in her pussy and her legs over my shoulders before she could answer me. I was ravenous as I ate her cunt. I loved that she was clean-shaven, and she had nice plump lips concealing her clit. I stopped short of her orgasm. Her sighs made me smile.
“Again, my pet, beg me to fuck you.”
“You bastard.” she smiled, her breathing heavy. “Fuck me, please, my Master.”
“That’s a good girl. I’d be happy to.” I rammed my cock into her and her small gasps aroused me.
I pumped hard as I watched her face. I knew she was ready as she bit down on her lip. “You will cum for me, Molly, now.”
She screamed as she dug her nails into my shoulders. Her cunt tightened, and my cock jerked forward, emptying my once tight balls. Again the orgasm was glorious, and her response overwhelming.
We stayed in each other’s arms, content and satisfied.
“I want this, Molly.”
“Yes, my Master. I want his too. It’s true what they say.”
“And what’s that, my girl.”
“That there is one man that every woman will submit to. That’s true, but they forgot one small factor.”
“And what’s that, Molly?”
“Love, Russell. They forgot to add love.”
I looked at her, my heart bursting with desire, lust, and love. I’d protect her, take care of her, and be her Master. I’d take her as my wife to love and cherish. I raised an eyebrow and smiled at her.
“Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“I never thought I’d see the day that any man would tame Molly Jenkins,” she said, her tongue running over her bottom lip. “How long until we can fuck again?”
I burst out laughing. I asked for this, didn’t I? I grabbed her to me. Tame wasn’t the word.
The End
The Collaring of Molly Jenkins
PRELUDE
When I say now, I expect Molly to jump. Lately my commands and voice have no effect on her. Over the last few months, we’ve been wrestling with a great deal of emotions and problems, especially with her obeying me. She’s a strong woman, but submissive to me, and I have found my strength as her Dom. I have also found a deep and lasting love with her. It’s how I’d seen everything, until now.
I strap on her cuffs and keep eye contact with her. She stares me down, showing me her fortitude and her devotion. I’ll push her to the limits as we both sweat in sweet decadent pleasure. It's almost upon us, the zone, when pain becomes exquisite pleasure. Each stroke of my cane excites us as her tender smooth skin begins to show the effects of my carefully placed swats. I stopped for a moment bent down, and whispered in her ear, “You need only to say your safe word.”
Her head tilts toward mine. “Today I’ve thought of nothing but this play. Continue, Russell. Sometimes I even surprise myself where you are concerned.”
I take a deep breath, take the cane, and run it through my fingers. I must be careful to keep myself under control. A Master is all about control. How can I dominate without having complete control over who and what I am? I’m Russell Bennett and have become that kind of Dom, so controlled, and Molly Jenkins is proud to call me Sir. Yet I know she misses her own ability to dominate. Tides of revolt are rising as she savors each stroke of my cane.
The clock ticks. The games begin.
Her eyes stare me down. There’s more than anger there: there’s lust, desire, and need. I observe how she fights the submissive part of her with all her reserve. However, the bulge in my black leather pants drew her attention. Our eyes meet again. Oh, yes, I see defiance in those beautiful eyes. My cock grows harder. I snap the cane in the air, and she pushes away. Again, it hits her with another well-placed sting. I hear her sharp intake of breath. My cock twinges in my pants. I need relief; I need my pet’s mouth around me. I rub my cock in front of her. Her eyes are riveted to my hand.
“Do you want to suck this, my pet,” I ask her, rubbing my cock seductively.
Her defiant eyes stare me down; she’ll take her time to answer, as she always does. The dominant part of Molly tries to take control. I see the inner conflict in her eyes. She’s so strong. All true submissives are strong.
As I scan her beautiful face, my cock swells to full capacity, and my balls tighten; my need for her is overwhelming. Now she reaches for my zipper. Painted on her face is a sexy smile, creating a picture that would undo any man. I take a deep breath as she releases my hard aching member. Her skilled hands run up and down my length. She licks me up and down, moistening me so her hands can work their magic. Hard pumps and my skin rippled with each one of her ministrations. Her tongue licks at the tip, and her hands massage my balls.
“Master, move back and lie on the bed. I’ll fuck you with my mouth until you scream with desire,” she coos.
I’m putty in her hands. Her touch, as well as her mouth, drives me crazy. I back up onto the bed, and she climbs onto me, her mouth taking me deep. I can feel the head touching the back of her throat. Sweat breaks out on my forehead. Now she’s sucking me hard, massaging my balls, and then her finger rubs the opening of my ass. Ah, shit, I’m going to explode once her l
ittle finger reaches inside of me. I take another deep breath, trying with all my strength to hold back. I’m good. I have great self-control. Deeper, she takes me, her warm breath causing more ripples on my abdomen. I grab her dark hair and push her off my cock. She smiles.
“Climb on me,” I whisper. “Get on me, and ride me, baby,” I command her.
She runs her body along mine as she gets up and straddles me. Her full breasts, ample hips, and hot cunt descend on me. She takes me inside, so deep and slow. I grit my teeth. Ah, fuck, is all I can think. She gets on it right away, rides me hard, letting her tits bounce. I grab them and tweak her nipples.
“Baby,” is all I can manage to say as my cock swells. My balls are so tight; I ache with need. “Ah, fuck,” I say loudly and give into the hard orgasm that encompasses me. My cock jerks inside her several times, and then her cunt grips me as she cums.
Tears run down her cheeks. “I love you, Russell,” she whispers before she lets her body collapse onto mine. My arms wrap around her.
“Baby, I love you too.” Yet somewhere deep inside, I sense she’s fighting another need.
Chapter One
“Russell, I received a phone call today,” Molly, purred as she rubbed her skin over me, ready to mount my cock.
“Baby, now?”
Her large full breasts loomed over me, enticing me, and tightening my balls. My cock ached to be inside her, and she smiled as she took all of me into her. I had what most men dreamed of, a woman I loved and a woman I loved fucking. I loved Molly more than I thought I could love any woman. However, lately there was an undercurrent in our relationship, and it worried me.
“Oh, God, Russell, I will never get tired of you. You fill me perfectly.” Her eyes burned into mine as she rode me vigorously.
My hands gripped the cheeks of her ass as she pumped her delicious body over mine and took me deep inside of her. She bent her head down and kissed me, our tongues meeting in perfect harmony. Her full tits crushed down on my chest, her hard nipples pressed into me, the rough little buttons pushing me further as I tried to hold on. Wave after wave of sensuous need washed over me, and still my body held on, wanting to make sure, she was ready.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” I said, gritting my teeth, my hands gripping her ass firmly. I wanted to keep my eyes open, but I was too close to orgasm and involuntarily they closed as I went with my body.
My balls had to be as hard as rocks, and my heart was pounding fiercely in my chest. My body broke out into a slick sweat and that almost unbearable need centered in my cock then spread as I exploded inside of her.
When I opened my eyes, there was no doubt she’d experienced an orgasm; her breathing was fast and her brow slick as she licked at her lips.
“Russell,” she said, almost inaudible. “Oh, God, Russell,” again she was breathless.
“Yes, baby, yes, so good,” was all I managed to blurt out.
Her hands now came to my chest, and her eyes looked down as she felt the rapid beating of my heart. Her lips took mine tenderly, and then she let her body relax on top of mine, still not releasing my cock from her wet cunt.
“Yes, so good,” she crooned. “You do it for me every time.”
My hands went to her thick dark hair, and I smoothed it away from her beautiful face, a face I never got sick of admiring. Molly Jenkins was a stunning woman, and she was mine. Yes, mine. She belonged to me.
We had discussed every detail of our relationship over the last few months. Molly was a very dominant woman and had been a professional Domme. She had worked for an elite BDSM club and had many satisfied customers, including me. For a night, that is. After submitting to her during our first encounter, our roles changed. She submitted to me. That was over seven months ago. I believed our relationship was solid and our roles established. I was her Dom, and she was my sub. I was wrong.
So far, our life together was going well. I had always made an excellent living. Molly didn’t have to work and was free to do as she pleased. Before I met Molly, she supported herself as a professional Domme but gave up that life to live with me. I thought she was happy, but I now sensed there was something bothering her, and as her Dom, her well-being was of my utmost concern.
Our lifestyle was one I’d been yearning for, for years. I’d done some training as a Dom, thinking the club scene was the thing for me. I was wrong, and Molly made me see that. I wanted more than one-nighter’s at a club. I wanted a relationship, I wanted love, and Molly gave me all that I needed. Inside Molly, demons brewed; demons I hoped would stay dormant.
I had become possessive. I wanted Molly to be mine and only mine. I may have even become overbearing. Sometimes we don’t see ourselves clearly. Molly was tolerant of my ways, and she was patient. However, lately she was restless. Finally, she brought up the subject of going back to work. The she referred to a phone call she had received.
"I want to go back to work, Russell. I was happy being a professional Domme. With you I crawl, I kneel, but only with you. I long for more. I need others at my feet. You have to understand this," she said, kneeling before me. Her eyes were earnest and her voice pleading.
"Molly, I want you to be happy. However, I won’t allow you to go back to the club. In the months we've been together, my dominant nature has grown, taken control. I thought you were happy. I don't know if I can watch you dominate others. I want you at my feet; I need your strength beneath me,” and I emphasized ‘me’. She had to understand my feelings and my needs; I was, after all, her Dom. Master’s needs should come first. Not that her needs should be ignored. However, I governed our lives, and we had discussed this at length. Now my beauty wanted more, she wanted out, she wanted her old life back.
Her beautiful dark eyes welled. I was the only man who could bring her to tears. I could bring her to heights of pleasure she never dreamed existed. She never knew she craved the erotic pain, and I introduced her to that. I had shown Molly her other side, her submissive side. I thought our love and her personal discovery would be enough to make her happy. Obviously, I was wrong, and now she was asking me to make a decision, one that could destroy everything.
The first time I held her by the neck, it felt so natural. Our bodies melded and so did our souls, or so I thought. Could I give Molly what she needed? Was I a strong enough Dom? There was no doubt that I was obsessed with her.
“I understand your need more than anyone, but I thought you worked through all of that. We could go back to the club together,” I suggested.
“And you’ll let me dominate there? You’ll be okay with watching me?” she said, raising a dark eyebrow and playing with a strand of my hair.
“That’s not what I meant. We’d go as a couple. I can see if I’m ready to share you, to see another fuck you. I have entertained the idea of two playmates for an evening. I know you’ve dominated females.”
“I see we have a difference of opinion. We also have different ideas as to what we’d like to do at the club. Why won’t you try? You watched me when we first met. In fact, you participated in the beginning. I’m not asking you to switch. I’m asking that you allow me to dominate for the evening, and you may watch. There will be other subs there to fulfill your needs as you watch me. Doesn’t that arouse you at all?” she asked, making my perverted brain run amok.
“Molly, of course it does.” However, for the first time in my life, I didn’t want to share a woman. I added as I lowered my voice and got up from the bed, “I have to get ready for work. I don’t want to see you unhappy; your welfare means everything to me.” I kissed her tenderly on the lips. “I promise we’ll talk more tonight.”
I left her lying there with the covers up to her neck. I knew she was upset. However, I had no time to argue with her. I walked into the bathroom and slammed the door behind me. I turned on the shower and made sure it was as hot as I could stand. I needed to clear my mind. I needed to think. What Molly was asking for was a serious change in our relationship, one I was dead set against.
Call me a m
ale chauvinist pig, call me whatever you want, but I couldn’t wrap my head around sharing her. I knew from the moment she handed me that card from her club that she was a very different kind of woman. I knew it, and I embraced it. I now could practice being in the lifestyle, and I was confident she’d bend to my will.
Molly would never be a soft, mealy-mouthed submissive. I needed a strong, beautiful, and desirable sub, and Molly was all of that and more. Now I felt as if someone had let the air out of me. I felt like a failure, which was so unlike me.
I let the hot water run down my face and over the day-old stubble, thinking about how she loved the feel of those dark hairs on my face. I shook my head. I was acting like an idiot, as if I was losing Molly. Maybe she was going through a phase. We had only been together just under a year. I needed to be confident that this would pass.
I soaped up and rubbed my arms when suddenly the shower door opened, and she stepped in. She took the soap from me and began lathering me up. I moaned; her hands always set me off. Molly stood behind me as she washed my chest and pressed her full breasts against my back. She rested her chin on my shoulder and giggled as her hands slipped and slid over my torso until they found my abdomen. Now her body slid down my back and her hands found my cock and balls. Fuck, nothing ever felt so good. I loved her hands on me.
“Master,” she whispered in my ear through the drops of water. My dick came to life, and my balls tightened. My knees weakened. She could render me helpless in minutes.
“Baby,” I responded.
“Mmm, my Dom, want my lips on you?”
“Yes, my girl,” I answered.
She slid around my body and let the water from the showerhead clean the soap off both of us. Then she slid down my body until she was on her knees, cupping my balls with both hands. Her mouth found my hard cock, and she sucked me in. I was fighting to stand erect. Fuck, everything she was doing was overwhelming me. I had to hold back. I wasn’t going to come, no, not until I was buried deep inside her.
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