We're in my house, in the entryway. There is a red welcome mat under your feet as you walk through the door in jeans and that blue shirt with the cleavage. I'm waiting for you, you're late and I'm impatient. I'm wearing black slacks, a black shirt with a white undershirt peeking out above the collar, black shoes, and a red tie. You can smell a mixture of old spice and 'lucky' brand cologne on me. You can tell I haven't shaved in a few days, leaving a good deal of stubble facial hair. I tell you to put your bags down off to the side, you won't really need them this weekend. As I talk I move in closer, towering over you at 6'3 and looking down into your eyes. I put my left hand gently around your neck and move in close to your left ear on my right side as I face you and say, "Don't say a fucking word unless I tell you to. This weekend, you're mine. I'm the master and you are nothing. If you understand say the words." You reply by looking down and saying "Yes sir." I already have you trained, but not well enough that you look me in the eye it seems. I tighten my grip a little around your neck. "You're my own personal slut, but that doesn't mean you look at the floor. You look me in the eye. I want your full attention so you realize the magnitude of this situation." You shift your gaze to me, looking a bit like a puppy being scolded by it's owner. I continue on, "You're nothing to me this weekend except holes made for my amusement. Other days we'll play different roles. Remember the other week when I was the daddy. Did you enjoy coloring on the floor in your feety pajamas with that plug in your ass?" You reply happily and too quickly, "Oh my yes" You see my eyes close slightly in disgust and you realize what you did right after you said the words. My left hand, still gently controlling you around your neck, pulls you in. I move and spank your backside hard 3 times with my right hand. Your jeans absorb most of the shock and we both know this; as well as we know there will be additional punishment later, without the jeans. "You didn't say 'yes sir' did you?" You reply quickly looking at me in the eyes, you are always the smart little girl, "No sir. I'm sorry sir."

"Good enough for now. Now... prepare yourself for inspection. Remove your shoes and socks, stay on the entryway rug, then stand up straight and stick your arms up and out to the side, if you drop them there will be hell to pay." You do as I say, assume the pose and stand like a statue. "Keep your face forward until I move it for you." I move around behind you slowly, looking you up and town. I walk around you for a little bit until I stop at your back, your eyes peering out the open windows at the other side of the living room into the backyard. Winter has mostly passed, but there are still signs of white left where the green grass struggles to push through and conquer the ground once again. The late winter daylight is all that illuminates the room.

I remain behind you. I start at your hands. First your left hand, then your right. I examine each digit softly and slowly, our fingers interlocking at times. I know from experience which ones you like to touch yourself with, and I play closer attention to those. It isn't very long before I begin sliding up your bare arms. Both my hands now, starting at your wrists and moving along feeling your bare arms, past the sleeves of your top, and up to your shoulders. I then move away for a second and start the music playlist on the laptop sitting on the shelf next to us in the home's entryway. The random adds popping up piss you off because they bring you out of the fantasy, but that's what I want, to give you a 15 second taste of reality before I get to bring you back into my dark world.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hr7mu5RUNyk

Behind you I start at your shoulders. I start gently, slightly massaging them enough to help wear away the exhaustion of the 4 hour and 44 minute trip you just made. I slowly move my left hand to the backside of your neck, you feel one small gentle kiss right under your right ear. My right hand follows the curvature of your spine down your back, up and down a few times. At this point your arms start to get tired, but you dare not lower them. My left arm then moves forward, tightening around around your neck. My mouth kissing around your neck and ears. After some exploration and temptation I then bring my mouth next to your right ear and whisper, "I'm going to cheat a little" My left arm quickly moves around you, locking you in my grasp above your shoulders, pulling you to me and shocking your for just a second. The air calms down again and you feel helpless once again, face maintaining your gaze out the window forward. I move my right hand up to your right breast, feeling it over your shirt for just a second. My index finger then crooks open your top and I peer down your blouse, noticing an outline of a black bra, which I also peel out of the way, revealing a glimpse of your bare breast and sweet nipple. My hand invades your clothing, grasping your right breast. I say, "One day we're going to attach you to a breast pump, not now, but we have all the time in the world. We may even rig a machine up and milk you like some kind of worthless whore cow. You say nothing. I play with your nipple, pinching it in my fingers until the song ends. I giggle as a Dos Equis add comes up at the song end. Stay thirsty my friends, the add says, and I will...for you. Laughter for a moment until the next song begins.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Ul7bqFguPg

I squeeze your nipple and brush your face as I bring you back down. I move my hand away, leaving your breast out and exposed. I keep my arm around you. You feel the stubble on my face tickling you as I whisper again in your ear. "Don't talk, but I hope you understand your role this weekend. You belong to me. You have no freewill for the next 48 hours. You'll wear what I say, which is nothing. You will remain at my feet, collared. The only time you touch either me or yourself is when I allow it. Which reminds me..." I free you for a small second and move over down next to the coat rack, a small blue shopping bag is there. You knew the bag was there the moment you walked in the door, always knowing in the back of your mind what was in it. I move to stand in front of you. "Look at me." You comply. I pull the item out and show it to you as I smile.

"What is this," I ask.

You respond, "My new collar sir."

"Ask me to please put it on you."

"Please put my new collar on me sir."

The song changes.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xKplna3hWtc

I go slowly, putting the collar around your neck. You shiver with anticipation as I adjust and move it around, pressing the cold metal into your skin.

http://www.etsy.com/listing/128068839/bdsm-day-coll…

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The charm, however, has been changed.

http://www.etsy.com/listing/74282914/ouroboros-snak…

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The metal collar snugs you slightly around your neck "Beautiful and effective."
I'm in front of you now. I lift your shirt up, forcing your arms to go up along with them, above your head. You feel burning as you've been holding your arms up for several minutes now. I lower them to your sides, a cooling feeling flows through your muscles. Your right exposed breast is pressed up as the bra moved somewhat back onto your breast as your shirt left your body. I look you up and down and you look me in the eyes. I move the bra back into place over the breast, cupping you one more time as I move the cloth back into place, then look in your eye and wink. I then put the index finger of my right hand up through the bottom of your new collar, choking you slightly as I bring your face to me. Thinking we may kiss for a second as my lips are placed on a trajectory that matches your mouth.

The songs changes. The add brings you out once again, but my left hand caresses your cheek and brings you back down.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tI_gmdpYnBI

I then move off to the side, my left, your right, and whisper in your ear, "Do you like your new collar my dear?" I move back and our eyes meet.

You reply and show me love with a smile of your mouth, but even more with the look in your eyes, "Yes sir."

I grin and in a slightly dark tone of voice reply, "Good, because it represents all you are and will be this weekend. The ouroboros combined with the collar. A symbol of eternal submission to me. Now...let's continue."

Your stomach is now exposed and I move back behind you. I wrap my left arm around your lower torso, slowly. Inspecting you further. My right arm begins caressing the right side of your face. My left hand keeps you close, gently touching any part of exposed velvet skin in find. I take my time. I begin nibbling on your right and left ears. My hands move up and slide across the metal of your new symbol that makes you my fuck slave. My left hand continues down to inspecting the tops of both your breasts and I continue to kiss you from behind. You have to remain facing forward, praying no one finds their way into the backyard for some unknown reason. I then slide my right hand around the side of your face. My hand finds its way past your mouth and almost to the side of your chin. My thumb slides across the length of your lips. I whisper to you in your left ear, "Whose hole is this?"

You reply "Yours sir."

"Forever?"

"Yes sir, forever."

I turn your body to your left and into me. With my right hand adjusting now fully on the underside of your chin, assisting you and pulling your face close. Our foreheads touch I kiss you gently and deeply. Continuing through the end of the song with our lips touching, opening and closing, and tongues interlocking.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sX9DgavXiN4

After this you realize you've fully been spun around to face me. My back to the shelving with the laptop, far enough away I don't knock the damn thing over. The wooden front door is your left. Behind you the entryway closet. At this point I really drink you in deep with my eyes. I examine you from the waist up. You continue to look at me, looking at you. I begin to move my right hand around you at the bottom third of your back, gently, but with enough force you know you can't move without me allowing it. My left hand returns to your lips, slightly moistened in our saliva. My thumb presses your lips apart and you instinctively allow my thumb slightly into your mouth, nibbling and sucking. I grin, staring in your eyes. "Look at you. Such a smart and good little fuck toy." You reply, "ffank yuuu sur," my thumb still acting as your oral fixation. We both laugh, sharing a moment, but it doesn't last. I remove my thumb from your sweet lips and place my left hand on the top of your head, taking a moment to brush my fingers through a few strands of hair.

"On your knees, you know what is coming next."

"Yes sir."

You're still in your jeans. My left hand is fully on your head and my right hand around your waist. I guide you to the floor, on your knees. I adjust the entryway red rug to put it under you to help pad your knees from the torture of the hardwood flooring. Once I am satisfied you are settled and in the correct position I, still looking dapper in my dress clothes, undo my belt and slack button. I tell you to remove my slacks halfway to the floor. Our eyes lock and you reply "Yes sir," and comply, being smart enough to leave the underwear. You can see my swelling cock through the hole in my boxers. It smells clean and looks groomed, but there is still a fair amount of pubic hair. I tell you that you may remove my underwear, and you do so, halfway down with my pants, remembering the "Yes sir" right at the last moment. We lock eyes, keeping them locked as you remove my underwear halfway down to meet my slacks.

I brush the back of my left hand on your face again "Now, you're down with me in the darkness. Suck my dick to prove it. You're not allowed to use your hands, only the worthless fuck hole on the front of your face. In fact put your arms behind your back. Pretend they are tied with the rope we are using later. If I'm not cumming by the end of the song there will be trouble. It's not a long song, so I'd work hard and start quickly. If the song ends and I haven't cum, you're still finishing me off, and make sure no semen gets on my clothing. My hands stay at my sides as well unless I feel like moving them.

"You may start once you thank me."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XoPBnyzWUos

Looking up at me, my eyes do not meet yours. You continue on anyway, "Yes sir. Thank you sir," and begin wrapping your lips around my cock head.

(This was originally a choose your own adventure story, but the person I wrote it for never responded)