The Collared Sub: An Intense Tale of Obedience and Lust

As a collared sub, Emily knew she had to obey her master’s every command. She knelt in front of him, her heart racing with anticipation. He stood over her, his commanding presence filling the room.

“Take your clothes off,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding.

Without hesitation, Emily unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her lacy black bra. She slipped off her skirt, revealing the matching thong. Her bare skin tingled as she unclipped her bra and let it fall to the floor. She stood before him, naked except for the tiny scrap of fabric that barely covered her most intimate parts.

“Good girl,” he said, his hand stroking her cheek. “Now, get down on your hands and knees.”

Emily obeyed, her hands and knees sinking into the plush carpet. She felt his hand on her back, guiding her head down to the floor. She couldn’t see anything except the soft carpet, but she could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move.

“Spread your legs,” he said softly.

Emily felt her body respond to his command, her thighs widening. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and completely under his control. She felt his hand on her back again, caressing her and reminding her who was in charge.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now, touch yourself.”

Emily hesitated, feeling shy and embarrassed. She had never touched herself in front of anyone before. But she knew she had to obey, so she tentatively reached down, her fingers sliding between her legs.

She gasped as her fingers brushed against her slick, sensitive flesh. She felt the heat rising in her body as she began to move her fingers in a slow, sensual rhythm. She moaned softly, lost in the pleasure of her own touch.

Her master watched silently, his eyes dark and intense. She could feel his arousal, his need, growing stronger as he watched her. She knew that she was doing exactly what he wanted her to do, that he was watching her every move and using it to fuel his own passion.

She felt her body building towards a climax, her fingers moving faster and faster. Her breathing grew rapid and shallow, and she moaned softly as she reached her peak. She felt her whole body tremble as she came, her muscles contracting with pleasure.

She lay there, panting, her body trembling with the intensity of her orgasm. She felt her master’s hand on her back, stroking her gently.

“Good girl,” he said again, his voice filled with satisfaction. “You’ve pleased me well today.”

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