swallow Ch. 04 – swallow ‘s Collaring

(c) 1997 LordFalco

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It was one of those cool spring weekend mornings that I woke to the pleasant sensation of a small hand sensuously stroking my morning erection.

Opening one sleepy eye, I looked below at the naked figure curled up in my arms. Her concentration was on my cock, stroking it gently in her delicate hands. She was usually a late sleeper. But today, she seemed to have found something to wake up to.

“Mmmm,” I sighed with a smile. “A wonderful good morning to you, my swallow.”

She looked up with a grin. “You’re an early riser for the weekend, my Lord.”

I groaned. Playfully spanking her exposed ass, I growled lovingly, “Saucy little wench! Stop playing with your breakfast.”

I pulled her close to me, warming her from the chill of the morning and nuzzling into the familiar bouquet of her red hair, and neck before passionately kissing her. She continued her ministrations with long gentle strokes. I gazed along her pale arms, lightly freckled, contrasting with the black leather wrist cuffs which she wore in bed and out. They were like a second skin to her, and she had once admitted she felt so different not wearing them.

“Do you realize how long we’ve been together now, little one?”

“Over two years for sure, my Lord. And I’ve loved every minute of it with you.”

“Yet, you still remain uncollared.”

“Yes, my Lord,” she answered, stopping her hands and looking up at me. ” I do want to wear your collar some day, but not until you think I am ready for it.”

I gazed back into her green eyes. “Do you think you are ready?”

“My heart, my soul and my body is devoted to you, my Lord. Never in my life have I connected so well and so close to another person as yourself.” Her words filled my heart with warmth. “And you, my Lord? Am I what you expect your sub to be?”

I embraced her close. “Yes… Yes, you are all that I want in a sub, and more. You’ve been my sub, my friend, and my lover with total dedication and devotion. And even your little fits of mischief and troublemaking make you all the more challenging and fun to call my own.”

She blushed. “I’m sorry that I’m not so perfect a sub, my Lord.”

“No, no,” I explained. “That’s all part of the fun and enjoyment of it all. In my eyes you are perfection,” I whispered into her ears as I gently stroked the velvet skin of her throat. “And you, my swallow, are ready for your collar.”

***

I walked into the living room where she knelt quietly in front of the crackling fire. The setting sun painted the darkening blue skies with splashes of orange and red, receding to the black darkness of approaching night.

Despite my pronouncement that morning, I did not proceed immediately to collar her. And now, with the arrival of dusk, the tension and anticipation on her were plainly evident. Shortly after we had dinner, I had instructed her to stoke a fire, and then kneel to wait for me in silence. She obeyed well, of course. An hour later, I was still doing my little chores, prolonging her wait.

Eyes downcast, she obeyed silently, but each time I passed her, she mewled softly like a kitten. It was the only sound she knew I would tolerate without punishing her when ordered to be silent. Finally, knowing she had waited long enough, I walked into the living room, the leather collar in my hand.

It was a simple collar, for I believed in the elegance of simplicity. Cut from Latigo leather and dyed black like her cuffs, it’s ends were one inch wide for the strap and buckle, but it spread into an inverted triangular taper. At the center point hung a stainless steel D-ring which provided a place to tie something, such as a leash. Stamped deep into the facing was my symbolic falcon. Once worn, it would tell any person seeing her who she belonged to.

I approached behind her. Gonna one knee, I touched her shoulders and brushed my hand down her back. Her posture was perfection. Indeed, she endured many bare bottom spankings before reaching this stage. Now, it was instinctive to kneel or sit like this, without even thinking of it, whether it be on the floor awaiting to pleasure me, or in the office, working. One hand cupped a breast as the other slipped between her open thighs. A finger parted those hairless lips, feeling her heat. “My little swallow,” I greeted her in my ordinary way as her Dom, listening to a deep purr emit from her throat.

I moved to my easy chair by the fire, and looked over her perfect supple body, bathed in flickering golds, reds and yellows by the firelight. I loved her body, and spent many evenings and weekends caressing her. I loved to explore her feminine nooks and crannies which my stroking and licking would make her sigh with pleasure, and the fleshy hills and valleys which I struck in play and in punishment. I had to smile contentedly when I wondered of her, curled up against me in a fetal sleeping position, wrapped in my arms, night after night.

Her small stature was a poor representation of the bundle of life and energy that really was swallow. And I knew that we were made for each other.

“Come and kneel before me,” I spoke simply. I had rehearsed in my mind many different methods of doing this, but like I said, I tended to prefer simplicity.

She scurried to obey. Though she was not exercising, or working hard, her breaths were short and rapid, indicating her nervousness.

“In the time we have spent as Dom and sub, you have proven your capability to learn, and to serve,” I started. “You have demonstrated love, passion, dedication, and devotion. Thus to you, my swallow, I now collar you as my one true sub, just as you shall call me your one true Dom. My sub whom I will continue to love, and cherish, to punish your wrongs and reward your rights.” I leaned forward, and affixed the collar around her neck. The collar fit snugly, and D-ring sat just above the slope of her breasts.

I sat back into my chair, looking down at my complete submissive who wore my cuffs, and my collar.

She answered in a small quiet whisper, her voice cracking with emotion. “This sub is honoured to receive your collar, my Lord. I will love and obey you with all my heart, and will strive for the perfection of my submission to you,” she said.

My hand reached out to caress her cheek, and felt the wetness of a tear. I tilted her face up. Those beautiful green eyes, which I at all times loved to stare into, brimmed with tears, but they were not of punishment, but of her joy. I smiled at her, and kissed her. She was now totally mine.

***

She walked sensuously back into the living room from the kitchen, a delicious movement which included a gentle sway in her hips as her bare feet glided across the hardwood floor. Her walk could make a dead man rise, let alone me; I was rock hard just watching her. After her collaring, I attached a small sleigh bell onto her collar with a green ribbon. It jingled as she moved and she took great pleasure in making it ring with her steps.

Holding a ceramic mug in both hands, she moved with fluidity from standing to kneeling position in a single graceful movement, as effortlessly as a swan coming to rest on the water from flight. I made her practice that movement, over and over, until we were both happy with it. The day she had managed to do it in perfect sequence, she had let out a great whoop of glee, an act which was unbecoming of a sub but which I overlooked with understanding, letting her off with just a scolding.

It was a mug of rich rum and cocoa, and its chocolate scent filled the room. She held the mug close between her breasts. She brought the mug up to her lips, and placed a light kiss on its rim. Then, extending her arms, she offered the drink to me. “My Lord, this sub serves you your drink as commanded.”

I took the cocoa from her, bringing it to my lips to sip that warming drink. “Thank you, my swallow. Run and get yours and come back to sit with me.”

She beamed. “Thank you, my Lord.” She moved back to her feet, jingling and swaying her hips back to the kitchen. She returned with her own mug, and knelt quietly beside me and we enjoyed the warmth of the crackling fire together.

My hand wandered out and lovingly touched her cheek, gently stroking her neck beneath her collar. My fingers danced over her shoulders along her straight back, riding over the groove of her spine, ending at her tail bone. Then I moved my hand around, to feather light strokes on her breast, along the slope, the side, and beneath it. A finger traced the perimeter that way, spiraling inwards until the finger whirled over her nipples, which stood erect at my touch.

She sighed in pleasure at my touch, leaning into my caresses and nuzzling my hand. A deep throated purr sounded from deep within her. Swallow enjoyed touching, and being touched, as much as I did. We both considered our skin to be a big sensual playground and delighted each other mutually in stroking, feeling, and kissing our skin.

I set my mug down, and tugged on the little bell on her collar. “Come snuggle in my lap, my little collared swallow.”

She jumped at the command, of course. It was one of her favourite pastimes which I occasionally allowed her. She nestled her luscious ass into my groin, grinding herself as if trying to locate a comfortable spot, draping her legs over mine, and pressing herself into my arms and body.

There was a satisfied smile on her lips as she sipped her drink. “My Lord, you don’t know just how happy I am now. Enjoying the comfort of your embrace. Being your sub. And with my submission completed with your collar. I don’t ever want this to end!’

I nuzzled neck while her red hair tickled my nose. Her scent always drove me wild, and I was sure she could feel my stirring cock beneath her. My lips placed soft sucking kisses on her neck, my tongue tracing little strokes just beneath her collar. Moving only slightly, I nibbled one dainty earlobe.

“Ohhh!” came her purr of pleasure.

Looking down, I could see the quickening of her heartbeat. My hand reached to cup a breast. I loved her breasts. They fit my hand perfectly, neither too large nor too small. I squeezed it, feeling the firm flesh. Her nipple were in perfect position to be stroked and teased. And in the cool spring night, they jutted out hard and perky. I rolled it between my thumb and finger, tugged it, and pressed it, eliciting gasps and a delectable wiggle from her.

I leaned down and locked my mouth over that nipple, pressing it lightly between my teeth. Then with my lips pressed hard, I tugged at her, distending it. Finally, I contented myself to just suckling her, imagining myself as her child seeking sustenance. I felt her hand press against the back of head, pressing me against her.

My tongue swirled over the nubbin, flicked over it, then moved in circles around its base. Long stroke of my tongue caressed her areola. Glancing up, her eyes were closed, and her head lifted into towards the ceiling. Glancing down between her thighs, I could see the glisten of moisture, and smell the delicious perfume of her growing lust.

“To you feet, little one,” I commanded her, “and put your mug down on the table.”

She scrambled to obey.

Bending down, I abruptly hefted her over my shoulder. She gave a short cry of surprise, wriggling and causing her little jingle bell to tinkle. I lightly spanked the white moons of her ass, quieting her.

I walked with my load to the bedroom and to the side of the four-poster bed. I let her bounce and roll onto the comfortable bed. Before she could recover, I pulled one wrist above her head. Lengths of leather hung on all four corners of the bed, just for occasions like this. Taking the strap for the bedpost, I bound her wrist there. She lay on the bed, waiting and wondering, but knowing better than to question me. In short time, she lay spread-eagled on the bed, arms and legs wide open, and a lustful look in her eyes.

“My Lord, I love you,” she whispered. As I stood beside the bed, slowly taking my clothes off.

And I proceeded to ravish her.

***

Standing beside the bed, I looked down at her spread on it. She looked back, her emerald eyes plainly on my hard cock that stood so close to her. Her little pink tongue licked her lips hungrily.

I moved onto the bed, sitting on the edge and facing her. Taking her head in my hands, I bent down and locked my lips against hers. She responded, opening her mouth and letting tongue dart through to touch hers. Our tongues danced and entwined, darting back and forth between our lips. Pulling back, I kissed her lightly, and proceeded to kiss her face: the tip of her nose, the little hill of her chin, the soft cheeks flush pink with passion, the almond shaped eyes, and her forehead.

My lips moved between the red strands of hair, burrowing to the side of her face to nibble her ear. My tongue darted out to trace a moist path behind her ear, licking her earlobe, then proceeded to the nape of her neck. I placed passionate, sucking kisses on her neck, under her jaw, as my tongue trailed under her collar. She pulled on her restrained arms.

My kisses moved to her shoulders back to her neck, and to her other shoulders beyond. Her bell softly jingled as I nuzzled under her collar there. The tip of my tongue came out as my lips moved over her exposed underarms, and the light salty taste seemed an aphrodisiac to me. I nuzzled her velvety softness there, moving up her arms. Inside her elbow, I kissed and nuzzled, before ending at her restrained hands. Each finger I took into my mouth sucking on them. I touched each of their tips with my tongue.

Her breasts were my center of attention once again. With both within reach, I caressed both hillocks in my hands, squeezing and massaging gently as my mouth suckled her nipples. I took a nipple in firmly my lips, and while pulling upwards, vigorously shook my head to cause delightful quivers roll down that fleshy mound. I nuzzled her beneath her breasts, using my nose to push her breasts up so my tongue could lick under there.

Moving downward, my hands caressed her sides, long strokes up and down that torso from shoulder to hips. My kisses came along, down over the flat expanse of her belly, twirling briefly in her bellybutton.

And as I neared her thighs, the strong musky scent of her passion hit me. swallow‘s lust scent was my nemesis, and as strong as it was now, I was hopelessly dragged down there like a magnet on iron.

Her smooth white thighs flexed and pulled at her bonds as I placed kisses along that soft flesh, first one side, then the other. I kissed close to her glistening sex, but did not touch, and kissed down toward her knee before coming back up. With my fingers, the opened her delicate flowering lips, opening her like a blossom to reveal her pink temple of Venus for me to pay homage.

As I dipped my head down into her and let my tongue run its length along her furrow, she arched her back, a loud moan breaking the silence of the room. That only served to encourage me further.

I was in heaven there, nuzzled so close to the heady velvety softness of her, the taste of her honey in my mouth. Like a cat lapping milk, my tongue darted along her slit. She wriggled and bounced beneath me. Loud sighs and groans of pleasure escaping her lips.

My tongue slipped into her clitoral hood, meeting up with her pearly clit. I flicked at it lightly, gently prodding and tonguing it like a nipple. My mouth closed around it, sucking it into the ‘O’-shape I formed with my lips, with just the tip of my tongue batting at it.

Suddenly, her legs and her body tensed, stretching out every which way she could, and I saw a shudder course through her. Her arms pulled white against her restraints as did her legs. Had she not been bound and spread, I was sure my head would have been crushed by those lovely thighs. The spasms flowed and ebbed, as her head moved left, then right, panting and moaning breathlessly. “Ohhh! My love! Ohhh!… OHHH! My Lord and Mas-terrrrrrrrr!”

And she came again and again, flooding my mouth with her love.

***

She lay in oblivious bliss, eyes closed and humming happily to herself. She still lay bound and spread, but I let her rest herself, content at just sitting next to her, stroking her body and nuzzling her with kisses, while her orgasms ran their course.

“Such a happy swallow,” I whispered to her.

“Hmmm hmmm,” was her reply.

Sensing she was ready, I moved around to the end of the bed, and straddled between her open legs. As I dipped my rigid cock along her drenched lips, she eyes flew open, a sensual smile formed on her lips. “You seem ready for me, my little one.”

“Please, oh please, my Lord. Take me… I am yours!”

I guided the head of my cock to her entrance, pressing it between the folds. It slid well lubricated into her womb. I was enveloped in sweet warmth and wetness as I pushed in. Her muscles clenched me, offering a tight pleasurable canal while I buried myself to the hilt. I lay down onto her, looking into her half-closed eyes.

Small as she was, she accommodated me well, and for a moment, we lay pressed together. My lips covered hers in a long sensuous kiss. Lip to lip, breast to breast, our sexes joined as one. We were united Dom and sub.

She wriggled under me, undulating her hips. “Willing little sex kitten,” I teased her.

“Yes, my Lord,” she sighed. “Very willing for you.”

I pulled out of her slowly to enjoying the friction that the movement caused. Then, quickly I plunged back in, surprising and delighting her. I kept this up. She changed her hip movements to match this rhythm, ensuring that each of my strokes into her was met with her hips pushing forward to meet mine.

The pleasure and was building inside me, and my motions quickened, each pull and thrust faster and harder. “Faster, faster,” she breathlessly urged, also feeling her passions returning in full force. My cock worked like a piston in and out of her, driving hard, pushing her into the bed. But just as passionately she bucked underneath, pushing up to meet my thrusts.

Then, finally, as my cock drove deep into her, my cock open, flooding a spurt of hot come into her. Three full thrust after that filled her more. And beneath me, eyes closed tight and hands pulling hard, her little submissive body shook with spasms as her own orgasm washed over her.

Satiated, my cock still buried semi-hard within her, I embraced her and held her close to me, enjoying the tremors of her passion.

***

I kneeled up and reached over to untie her legs from their bedpost bindings. Straddling her body, I moved up and reached over to unbind her wrists. She eyed my cock which glistened with in a mixture of our bodies’ pleasures. I watched as her little pink tongue reached out to pluck a drop of my come from the tip of my cock. Then, leaning up, she took the entire length of my soft cock into her hot little mouth. Again, I was overcome with arousal, though I was fully spent, as I felt her tongue washing and bathing me. Her lips tugged at me, drawing every last droplet of my milky fluid out. She did not lay back down until my cock came back out of her mouth fully cleansed, and only the lightest traces of moisture.

Her hands freed, I rolled over to lay on the bed and pulled her into my arms in a deep embrace that she returned. Our legs entwined and our bodies lay relaxed from our pleasures together. My hands slowly moved over her body, feeling every bit of this little collared sub whom I called my own. Our eyes met and locked. And as one, we spoke at the same time:

“I am forever yours, my Lord.” “You are forever mine, my swallow.”