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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...

The Morning After...

Is there a better way to awake?

I swim upwards towards wakefulness, the slight recollection of my dreams. Images of lips and naked flesh fading fast. No doubt brought on by the previous evenings exertions. A smile playing on my lips, I stretch my stiff muscles. My shoulders are particul...