It started as a joke. He always called me his little kitten and when he bought me the collar with the jingling bell, It seemed cute to put it on. I loved the way it would jingle as I bounced up and down on top of him. It was hot how the jingling would get louder and more intense as we fucked.

Slowly, instead of it being a once-in-a-while thing, it became any every time thing. He’d whisper “put the collar on” and even the thought of the bell jingling would excite me and I’d happily wear the collar as we fucked.

He only had to pick the collar up and give it a little shake. As soon as I heard the little bell jingle, my panties would get wet.

He changed the alarm on my phone to a jingling bell sound and every morning when it woke me up, I’d be immediately wet and horny.

I couldn’t get out of bed until I’d begged him to fuck me. He always would. He’d reach for the collar, jingle the bell which only made me drip even more then he’d fasten it on and take me.

The day I discovered he’d changed the ring tone on my phone to the jingling bell was the day I realised I was becoming Pavlov’s bitch.

I was in the queue for the canteen at college and my phone rang. I swear, the moment I heard the jingling bell, I had to clamp my thighs together. My heart was racing as I answered his call. He told me to skip lunch and go to the bathroom and cum for him in the cubicle. He must have been holding the collar in his hand as he spoke to me as I kept hearing the jingle.

He kept me on the phone as he listened to me quickly walking to the bathroom. I locked the door and had my jeans and panties around my ankles in seconds. I could hear the bell jingle from my phone where I'd left it on top of the cistern as I rubbed my clit and plunged two fingers deep inside me. He listened to me cum and when I was done, he told me I was a good girl and sent me back to class.

I was constantly horny. The alarm clock was a jingling bell, my ring tone was a jingling bell. Every time we fucked, which was often, I heard the jingling bell.

Then, one morning I woke up and as I moved to turn off the jingling bell alarm. I heard another jingling bell. The collar was already around my neck. As I moved, it jingled and as I kissed my way down his chest to wake him with a blowjob, the jingling made me drip. As I bobbed my head and rocked, the jingling bell told me what a good job I was doing.

He pulled me off his cock by my hair and grinned at me.

“You’re such a good little kitten,” he giggled as he tapped the bell with his finger, making it jingle again and again.

He laughed as he saw my eyes roll. I couldn’t help it. My pussy ached and needed to be filled. Every jingle just reminded me how much I needed to be fucked.

I got on all fours and presented my ass to him. This was our favourite position now. Every time he slammed into me, the force would send me forward and the bell would jingle more. The bell jingled to the rhythm of his thrusts as he took me.

Afterwards, when he rolled off me and went to shower, I reached up to unfasten the collar and discovered it was locked. There was a small padlock on the back of the collar where the strap fastener normally was. I began to panic, but my tugging on the collar made the bell jingle and immediately, the ache in my pussy distracted me. Instead of worrying about the collar, I knelt on the bed with my hand between my legs and brought myself to another delicious orgasm. The bell jingled to the rhythm of my thrusts.

Eventually I slumped, exhausted. He’d come out of the shower and got dressed while I pleasured myself, pausing only to give the bell a jingle as he passed.

I jumped in the shower as I was now late for college but as I scrubbed my body, it made the bell around my neck jingle. Immediately, the ache between my legs demanded attention. I leant against the tiled wall of the shower and spread my legs. I pushed two fingers deep inside. The palm of my hand ground against my clit. It was hard, fast and needy.

College could wait, I thought.

I can’t remember how long ago that was. I’m waiting for him to come home. I don't even bother getting dressed any more. The jingling bell keeps distracting me. I’m in the middle of something and I hear it jingle around my neck and I can’t help but slip my fingers inside and pleasure myself. Clothes would only get in the way.

Anyway, I’m sure there was something I needed to do but… jingle jingle.