The Collar 2

Lilly bent her head over her husband Brian’s lap and took his erection in her mouth, deep-throating him right away, just as she knew he liked. She used every little trick she knew, giving the best head she knew how. Her tongue ran in circles over the him every time she pulled back, and within minutes, he stiffened on the couch.

“Get ready, honey, here it comes!“ he grunted. “Remember, you’re going to enjoy the taste of my seed this time. It tastes good, honey, swallow all of it.“

“Yes, sir.“ she mumbled, his cock still in her mouth. She lowered her face onto him once more, just as he erupted. She quickly pulled her head back, holding just the head of his cock between her lips and sucked as much juice out of him as she could.

She couldn’t believe how good he tasted, and smiled up at him.

“Show it to me.” he ordered. “Open your mouth and show me the cum.”

“But I already swallowed it, sir.” she said apologetically. “It tasted so good, I just couldn’t help it, sir. I swallowed it all right away.” She started crying. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Lilly, you’re forgiven.” he said. “You’ll do it properly the next time, though, won’t you?”

“Oh, yes sir!” she said eagerly. “I promise, I’ll show you the come before I swallow it, no matter how good it tastes. I promise!”

“Very good.” he said, reaching down and taking the Collar off her neck. He placed it on the coffee-table and patted the couch next to him. “Come sit up here next to me and finish your milkshake.”

“Yes sir.” she said, rubbing her temples lightly as she took her seat next to him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, seeing her hesitate as she reached for her glass.

“I don’t want it anymore.” she said

“Why not?” he asked. “It will take the taste of my cum out of your mouth.”

“I want to keep the taste of your come in my mouth.” she said. “Please don’t make me drink it?”

“You’re not wearing the Collar, Lilly. You can do whatever you want. I order you to drink that milkshake!”

“But… I want… yes sir.” she said, defeated. She took her glass and began drinking it through the straw, not stopping until slurping noises were heard. She put the glass back on its coaster.

“Can you still taste me?” he asked. She shook her head, looking disappointed.

“No, it’s gone. All I can taste now is the ice cream and malt.”

“Do you want the taste of come back?” he asked her. She nodded eagerly, going to her knees in front of him once more.

“Oh, thank you, sir. I promise I’ll do it right this time.”

“Not yet.” he told her, pushing her head away. “You can have more come after you take that walk around the house. You will be completely nude, except for panties, and you may not come in until at least one car has seen you cupping your breasts in both hands.”

“Do I have to?” she whispered, blushing furiously.

“Of course not.” he told her, holding up the Collar. “See? You’re not wearing it anymore.”

“But I can still feel it.” she said. “Well, not really, but I can feel the memory of it, you know? Please don’t make me go outside naked and show off like that. Can’t I just suck it again without doing… that?”

“Remember, all the way around the house, and at least one car has to see you shaking your boobs at them before you can come back in.”

“Oh God.” she whispered. She walked to the door, but hesitated before going though it. “I love you, Brian. No matter what happens out there.” she said, stripping down. She went outside and closed the door behind her.

A few minutes later, he heard a car honk on the street, then she dashed inside.

“Oh my god, that was Mrs. Larson.” Lilly said, gasping. “She smiled and tried to wave me over!”

“Hahahaha!” Brian laughed. “I thought she was checking you out at last summer’s barbeque. Come here and suck on me some more if you want to.”

She bent her head forward, eager to take him in her mouth again, but he stopped her once more.

“The conditioning is still in effect, and I’m going to take full advantage of it.” he told her. “I’m going to have you anally, and you’re going to come with the pleasure of it. Is that understood?”

She shivered, looking at him. “Yes sir.” she said. “I’ll go get the Vaseline.”

“You’ll stay right where you are.” he contradicted. “Go around to the end of the couch and bend over the arm, feet spread wide apart on the floor.”

“Oh God.” she whispered. “Yes sir.”

“Are you forced to obey me from the Collar?” he asked, when she was in position. He remained sitting less than a foot away from her face.

“Not exactly.” she said. “I’m doing this because I want the conditioning to take effect. I want to be the best slave to you that I can. You will enjoy anal a lot more if I enjoy it too.”

“Okay, that’s true.” he agreed, getting up. “Use both your hands and your saliva to lube yourself for me, and when your ready for me to enter, spread your cheeks with both hands and look at me over your left shoulder. You will then beg me to take you, using all the dirtiest things you know how to say.”

“Yes sir.” she said, then licked her fingers and reached around behind herself.

“Sir…” he mused. “You keep calling me sir.” he said to her. “That’s what you call your boss, Mr. Anderson, isn’t it?”

“Yes si- Yes, it is.” she said.

“I told you to use both hands to lube your ass.” he told her.