George and Jasmine

As Abbey left the bedroom George sat underneath his secretary. “Jasmine, are you sure about all this?” he asked.

Jasmine smiled down at him, “What? Being your submissive? Getting bred by you? Or helping Abbey get bred by someone else?” she asked.

George moaned at her words before she rose off of him. Their combined juices clinging to his cock and dripping from her pussy. “I want to give you something,” Jasmine said as she stepped over to the side table.

She pulled out a black velvet box and put it on the bed beside him. George rolled over some and opened the box. Inside was an elegant collar and cuff set, filigreed silver. It looked very delicate. “Wow, that’s gorgeous,” he said.

Jasmine pulled out the collar, and underneath he saw a strange-looking key. “It has a magnetic catch, and this key is the only thing that can open it.”

She handed the collar to George, “Please, sir, I want to be yours.”

George grabbed the key and unlocked the collar, “Does Abbey know?” he asked.

Jasmine nodded, “Yes, she does.”

“And while you are wearing it?” he pressed.

“I will be entirely yours. The collar might look strange at work, but the cuffs look like jewellery, so I can wear them whenever you like. And while I am, I am at your disposal. If I’m asleep, you can fuck me. If I’m awake, you can tell me to suck you off. Completely at your discretion and disposal.”

George found his hands shaking slightly, “And if I wanted something else? Like if I wanted you to dress up and serve my friends drink and food at a party?”

Jasmine nodded, “I only ask that they don’t cum in me when I’m fertile. I want that to be yours,” she said.

She leant forward, and George slowly put the cold metal collar around her neck. It snapped into place, and she smiled, “Please don’t lose the key.”

He fastened both the wrist cuffs in place. All had little hoops to tie or clip things to. “I am now the house ****, Sir. Abbey wanted me to keep you happy, so with your permission?”

George spent a short while just looking at this sexy black goddess, the silver shining against her dark skin. “I don’t think I could cum again,” he confessed.

“Would you like a massage? Or for me to suck on your balls while you think about Abbey getting fucked?” she asked.