Danica Williams: The Master

“I have decided to resolve your problem for you,” Wells said, “and fortunately for you, your new Master won’t require too great an adjustment to fit into your current life. Sam looked up at Wells as he produced a collar, a beautiful polished, black leather collar that would grace her slender throat and mark her as her owner’s personal property. In spite of her trepidation, (she was after all, a married woman, and a professional attorney) she was excited at the prospect of meeting her new Master. There was no question of refusing, Harland had ordered it. Once she had been collared, she was committed.

Harland stood and removed a black silk handkerchief from his coat pocket, then tied it tightly over her eyes. Samantha knelt in a more formal submissive posture, more erect. She was still on her knees, her hands behind her back, though her feet were crossed behind her and she was more erect. When the blindfold was tied, Harland beckoned Ron into the room. Wells spoke for the final time. “Mrs. Gordon, you are in the presence of your new Master. He is going to collar you and stake his claim to you, and henceforth you will obey his every command. You will only remove this collar with his permission.” Wells turned on his heel and left the room.

Samantha could hear her Master breathing, and her nipples hardened as she felt the collar being fastened on her neck. Her head moved forward as she sought contact with his fingers, but he eluded her. Her pussy, which she had dried off so carefully with the towel Wells had given her, began to drip and her excitement became unbearable. When the collar was fastened she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down and a rustling as she smelled the male scent of an uncovered penis near her mouth. When the erect organ touched her lips she devoured it in a frenzy…and stopped…she knew this penis.

The blindfold was removed and she looked up into her husband’s face. Rage suffused her pretty face as she realized he had set this up and she began to rise to her feet. “I did not give you permission to rise,” Ron’s voice echoed with command , breaking her rage, giving her no choice but to submit to his will. “Suck it,” he commanded in the same tone.

“Yes Master,” Samantha Gordon said. She sucked at the intruding organ, and she didn’t stop until she felt her Master’s cum shooting wildly into her mouth. She came with him.