Collar-Me Kate (A Submissive's BDSM Story)

  Collar-Me Kate

  (A Submissive's BDSM Tale)

  By Madelene Martin

  Copyright 2012

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  An Excerpt From the Book:

  "Mmm... very nice," Alex said, and I felt his warm breath on my back. Gently, he ran a finger from the base of my neck, slowly down my spine. I twitched under his touch, my breath coming unevenly. Then, I felt the removal of his hand, and heard a sharp SLAP! as his open hand came down hard on my ass.

  I yelped in surprise, squirming helplessly, and he grabbed my wrists in his strong left hand, trapping them. My skin burned where he had spanked me, and I knew the flesh would be turning pink.

  "Keep still," he growled, and I ceased my writhing, making a little whimper of pain and pleasure. I was so hot and wet. SLAP! It was harder this time, and I groaned, my eyes beginning to water. I kicked my feet a little, my heels in the air, since it was the only part of me I could move.

  Alex rubbed my ass, his warm calloused hand soothing my skin. It was so sensitive, the burning spreading throughout my lower half. I began to relax as he kneaded my flesh, massaging and caressing in turn.

  "Will you be good now?" he asked in a low voice.

  I was about to answer, but obviously not fast enough. SMACK! This time I cried out indignantly, jerking involuntarily.

  Alex just chuckled, and began massaging me again. "Well?"

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  My name is Kate - or as my friends like to call me when they're giving me shit: Collar-Me Kate.

  I've always been this way, from the very first time I noticed boys. I didn't just want to kiss them, I wanted them to command me to kiss them, to pull my hair and bite my neck. My friends know about it - I met most of my them at fetish parties, and many of them are as freaky as me.

  No, I've never worn an actual collar... though I would very much like to. A collar is a symbol of ownership – of submitting to your dominant body and soul. The problem is finding a guy who wants to give me one.

  It's not easy to find a long-term partner. Many people just like to play once in a while, and return to their otherwise normal lives. Can't blame them for that. But a lot of people also don't understand that being dominant doesn't mean being a jerk. A full-time relationship with the right dominant would be my dream come true. But if I'm going to surrender my body and soul to a man, he has to be worth it.

  These days I'm pretty well known in the scene here. I go to all the events, meet all the new people. Fetish parties are great; I love the wild equipment, the sight of the dominants leading their subs and slaves, meeting new people and playing with them.

  I'll try almost anything once. I do it for pleasure, but it rewards me in other ways. Many of the men I've been with treat me like a pampered pet. Minus the collar of course.

  Tonight I was going out with one of my regular partners. His name was Alex, and he liked to tease me.

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  I wore a short red dress - my favorite color - and matching red heels. And, as instructed, no panties.

  I arrived at the restaurant and immediately spotted him across the room. Alex was a gorgeous guy - lean but strong, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He was funny, and easygoing most of the time, but very intense when we played. He wasn't into anything hardcore, but he knew how to push my buttons. I loved to please him and loved the way I affected him.

  As I stepped through the doorway I tugged at the hem of my dress, willing it to cover me more completely. I was already aroused just from the thought of him knowing I had done what he asked - that I was naked under my short dress. The blush I was known for was blooming on my face, and I could already feel myself getting wet between the legs.

  Alex rose from his seat and kissed me warmly on the lips. "I have something for you," he whispered, holding out a small gift box.

  "Oh, thank you," I replied, exhilarated but also dreading what he might have in store for me. I sat with the box placed demurely in front of me.

  "Open it." He said, folding his hands beneath his chin.

  After looking around to see if anyone was watching, I obliged - pulling the white ribbon and opening the black box. My instincts had been correct. It was unmistakeably a sex toy - one of those vibrating eggs that were placed inside you. Sitting beside it was what looked like a tiny remote control. I held my breath.

  On cue, Alex held out his hand, and I passed the remote to him. He leaned toward me, his face close to my ear and his hand resting on my thigh. "Go to the bathroom, and put it in," he instructed, squeezing my leg.

  "Yes, Sir." I breathed, a thrill running through me. I got up, straightening my dress, and went to find the bathroom. I did as he asked, placing the egg shaped device deep inside me. It was cold and smooth, and felt delightful. I had to resist the urge to stay in there and pleasure myself - but I would never do such a thing without asking first. I was frantic with anticipation and desire, but I knew what Alex was like. He would want to make it last - sweet torture for me.

  I sat back down at the table, smiling at him. A waitress was bringing a bottle of wine, and I caught her looking at me. I must have looked suspicious as all hell, my face red and my hands shaking.

  Alex poured for us both and I took a deep drink. "Decide what you want to eat," he said, "and I'll call her back over."

  I tried to concentrate for long enough to do so, shifting uncomfortably on my hard chair. When I'd settled on a Caesar salad, I told Alex. He waved the waitress over. She stood with an impassive face while he ordered from the menu, then looked at me, her pencil paused over her notepad.

  As I opened my mouth, I felt a sudden jolt deep within me. Alex had of course, activated the toy. It vibrated strongly deep inside me, and I snapped my mouth shut and looked over at him.

  He was sitting with his drink raised to his lips, looking right at me, his face completely impassive. Lowering his glass, he said "Well, what do you want, honey?"

  I shuddered involuntarily, looking into the pretty brown eyes of the waitress as I shifted against the seat, trying hard to ignore the pleasure building in my sex. Breathlessly, I managed to squeak out "Caesar Salad." And snap my mouth shut, swallowing hard.

  Alex leaned forward, a teasing smile on his face. He patted my knee. "Ask nicely my dear - where are your manners?" And I suddenly felt the buzzing grow twice as strong. He'd turned the damned thing up.

  "Please," I breathed, my hands gripping the edge of the table.

  The waitress raised one well-groomed eyebrow, and nodded, writing it down. She turned and left.

  "You look uncomfortable," Alex said soothingly, his hand on my leg again. His body was close to mine and I felt as if I could feel warmth coming off him. I wanted to kiss him. "Do you want me to stop?"

  "No. Yes."

  "Kitty?" It was his nickname for me. His hand crept higher along the inside of my thigh, fingers pushing up under the hem of my dress.

  "Stop if it pleases you, Sir," I said, squeezing my knees together. I wasn't honestly sure if I wanted him to or not.

  He did. His fingers gave one last lingering graze over my thigh, and he let up, turning off the vibrator and letting me be.

  I was wet as hell, and trying to concentrate for the rest of the meal. I wasn't hungry. I wanted him to take me home and tie me up and tease me.

  "Aren't you going to eat your food?" Alex asked, the teasing smile back on his face.

  I smiled
in return, pushing a bite into my mouth.

  For a while we talked about regular things, and he asked if I would accompany him to a party next weekend.

  "What kind of party?" I asked mischievously.

  "The good kind." He grinned. So not a vanilla party, then. I was intrigued.

  "What should I wear?"

  "Hmm..." His fingers curled around my shoulder and pulled me a little closer, while his other hand tickled my thigh. "Something in leather or latex. I haven't seen you wearing it yet. Have you got anything like that?"

  "Yes," I said. "I love latex." I didn't get to wear it nearly often enough, to be honest.

  "I'll bring something else for you to put on, too." He murmured. His voice was low and seductive, his breath warm in my ear.

  We finished the meal and he drove me back to his hotel. Alex didn't live in town, but spent a couple of weeks here every few months. We always caught up.

  In the car, he played with the different speeds of my toy, and I was glad not to have to hide my arousal. I sat in the front seat, squirming and moaning, while he chuckled at me.

  "Don't you dare come yet, Kitty," he warned me.

  I groaned louder. "Oh, please?" I asked plaintively, adding “Sir!” As an afterthought.

  Another quiet laugh. "No, no. I might let you later though, if you're good."

  I moaned again and shifted, trying to distract myself from the delicious pleasure. I ran my hands over my breasts without even realizing it, until suddenly Alex took a hand off the wheel and reached over to pull my hands away. I captured his hand and brought it to my lips, taking one of his fingers in my mouth and licking and sucking gently. He looked briefly over at me with a smile. I could see the huge bulge in his pants. I remembered his cock – he had a nice one, thick and straight. I wanted to unzip his pants and suck him right here, but even in my desperate state I could see that was a bad idea while he was driving.

  Inside, he took his shoes off and went to the kitchen while I stood waiting patiently. The wretched vibrator had been turned off and I was grateful for the time to catch my breath.

  Alex returned, wine glasses in hand. He approached me, and gently ran a hand through my long red hair. “Go and take my toy out,” he instructed, “and take off your clothes for me.”

  I did so, leaving the silver egg on the counter and taking the opportunity to reapply my red lipstick in the huge bathroom mirror. I was quivering like a leaf. My body had always been highly responsive and sensitive, and a couple of hours of teasing had made me unbearably wet, my nipples hard and tender. The fabric of my dress was rubbing against the erect nubs, and I was happy to pull the clingy garment over my head and discard it.

  I ran my hands over my body briefly, watching my reflection. My pale skin gleamed in the dim light – I took in the rosy pink nipples, the small strip of red hair between my legs. My hands moved lower, below the plane of my stomach, and I caught myself. I balled my hands into fists and stopped. Then I took a couple of deep breaths, and went to rejoin Alex.

  I stood before him, arms by my side, displaying myself for him. I'd left my red stilettos on. I knew he liked them.

  Alex smiled. His eyes were dark and hungry as he openly looked me up and down. He placed his hand lightly between my thighs, and I took in a sharp breath, parting my legs a little more for him to stand in a wider stance. His smile broadened and he ran a caressing, teasing finger up my inner thigh, over my hip and stomach.

  I held my breath and kept my eyes downcast as his hand cupped my right breast and squeezed it firmly. Then his rough finger ran around the circle of my nipple, and he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger. I gasped.

  “Do you like that?” He asked, pinching harder.

  Pain bloomed in my nipple, spreading through my breast and my body. It was a delicious enhancement and contrast to the arousal I felt. I dared a glance at his face. His lips were parted and he had a wicked gleam in his eye. I loved the way he manipulated me and the way it excited him. “Yes,” I finally remembered to answer.

  “If you can't remember to answer me properly,” he said, so low that I strained to hear, “I will have to punish you.” The fingers gripping my nipple pulled and twisted ever so slightly.

  “Yes, Sir!” I gasped.

  Alex removed his hand from me, leaving my breast stinging. I wanted to rub it, but didn't dare to touch myself without permission. He moved away, pouring a drink. I stayed where I was, awaiting instructions.

  "On your knees, beautiful," he told me, without looking around.

  I knew what he wanted next. I smiled as I got to my knees, kneeling and waiting for him to sit down and beckon me over. When he did, I crawled across the soft shag carpet toward him. Feeling bold, I knelt next to his armchair and ran my hands up his leg. When I looked at him for approval he gave a slight nod, and reached out to twine his fingers in my hair.

  Eagerly I reached up and after some fumbling managed to get his trousers undone. I could see his tight black boxers underneath, straining under the pressure of his bulging cock.

  Alex gave a hungry smile, and I pulled down his boxers as well as I could, freeing his erection. The shaft was thick and smooth and pointed straight up. I tentatively ran a finger up its length, and when Alex made a quiet sound of approval, I curled my hand around it firmly. I could feel him throbbing in my grip, and his hands tightened in my hair. I licked my lips seductively while looking in his eyes, and bent my head, taking the tip inside my mouth.

  I made a "mmm" sound of happiness as I began to explore the head of his cock, running my tongue around the swollen head. Then I released it from my mouth, licking down the length of the shaft, holding the base firmly in one hand.

  "You're teasing me," Alex breathed, gripping my hair and pulling my head back so that I had to look him in the eyes. I thought he was genuinely angry for a moment, but it was all part of the play. "You'll pay for that later." He growled, with a wicked smile. Then he pushed my head slowly down, forcing my mouth back towards his cock.

  I smiled and opened my lips eagerly, using the flat of my tongue on the sensitive underside and listening to Alex's heavy breathing and moans as I began to work him harder. He pushed my head down over his shaft and I opened my mouth as wide as I could, sucking as I pulled back, letting him direct my speed. He was pushing my head down hard, forcing his cock into my mouth and throat, fucking my face. I tried to relax, breathing in between almost gagging. Making sounds to vibrate my mouth around his shaft.

  My free hand wandered down between my legs, my fingers brushing against my swollen pussy before I even realised I was doing it. I moaned, dying for release, and slipped one finger inside my wetness. Still sucking Alex's cock enthusiastically, I found my clit and teased myself.

  Suddenly, Alex pulled my head off him again, yanking my hair sharply. I gasped, taking my hands off myself, realizing my mistake.

  He leaned forward in his chair, his face close to mine. "I can see I'm going to have to discipline you," he grinned.

  "I'm sorry, Sir," I murmured, biting my lip. I admitted to myself that I was only partially sorry. I wanted to please him, but the thought of what he might do to punish me was very exciting too.

  He released my hair, but grabbed my wrists, and hauled me to my feet. Then he pulled me across his lap, telling me to lay my body over him.

  My face burned and I shivered in anticipation as I obeyed, lying over his lap with my naked ass sticking up in the air. I kicked my feet up in the air aimlessly as I waited, my whole body tense. I could even feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach underneath me.

  "Mmm... very nice," Alex said, and I felt his warm breath on my back. Gently, he ran a finger from the base of my neck, slowly down my spine. I twitched under his touch, my breath coming unevenly. Then, I felt the removal of his hand, and heard a sharp SLAP! as his open hand came down hard on my ass.

  I yelped in surprise, squirming helplessly, and he grabbed my wrists in his strong left hand, trapping them. My skin burned where he ha
d spanked me, and I knew the flesh would be turning pink.

  "Keep still," he growled, and I ceased my writhing, making a little whimper of pain and pleasure. I was so hot and wet. SLAP! It was harder this time, and I groaned, my eyes beginning to water. I kicked my feet a little, my heels in the air, since it was the only part of me I could move.

  Alex rubbed my ass, his warm calloused hand soothing my skin. It was so sensitive, the burning spreading throughout my lower half. I began to relax as he kneaded my flesh, massaging and caressing in turn.

  "Will you be good now?" he asked in a low voice.

  I was about to answer, but obviously not fast enough. SMACK! This time I cried out indignantly, jerking involuntarily.

  Alex just chuckled, and began massaging me again. "Well?"

  "Yes, sir," I answered, realizing too late I had let a hint of sarcasm into my voice, and hoping he didn't detect it. Maybe he didn't, or maybe he just decided to go easy on me. He rubbed my behind some more, until the stinging started to ebb and his touch was getting me all worked up again.

  "You have a gorgeous little ass," he said, with a squeeze. Then he helped me get up, then, keeping my hands captured in his and leading me to the bedroom. I was flushed and trembling with adrenaline. The spanking had been exciting, and I knew it turned Alex on, but I knew I couldn't take much more pain. I would try to be good for him, or I knew he would draw it out for longer, or possibly punish me again.

  Alex threw me down on the bed. He slid off his pants, which were hanging unzipped around his hips, but left his boxers and shirt on. "Get your hands up," he commanded, nodding toward the bed posts.

  I sighed in pleasure as I moved to obey. I loved being tied up. I made sure to give him a good view of my ass as I crawled to the top of the bed, then lay on my back with my arms reaching over my head. He used his belt to bind one of my hands to a post, and after a quick scan of the room, found a tie to secure my other wrist. My arms were stretched to either side of me, above my head. I was completely exposed and vulnerable. I rubbed my thighs together, squirming against the cool sheets.