Unconditional Surrender: The Collar
I told Master that I wanted all my holes to be brutally used. The slut's wish was granted. My collar had finally arrived, and I was more than eager to be subjugated to his total control. Quickly adapting to the new dynamic, my days were spent working, being forced into a state of constant, nearly-overwhelming arousal, and rushing home to ensure I had time to properly present myself to Master. Knowing that the situation was temporary gave extra urgency to my exploration of this lifestyle. I’d told him that I did...
