He has a gift for you

He looks down at your submissive face and smiles kindly at you, then pats your head gently.

"Wait here Wench," he tells you, getting up and walking to a small cabinet across the room. You watch as he opens a drawer and takes something out, not taking your eyes off him for a moment as he comes back to the couch with two small boxes in his hand.

"Sit up Wench," he orders, gesturing you to sit on your heels on the couch. You obey instantly, looking at him with wide, submissive eyes. He smiles at you as he opens the larger of the two boxes, taking out a wide black leather strap with some steel rings attached to it.

"This is your collar Wench. It is the symbol of your submission to me and the mark of my ownership. It is not to be removed by you, only by me. It belongs to me, as you belong to me. Do you understand, Wench?"

"Yes Master," you whimper excitedly, your body trembling as you look at the collar in his hands, thrilling with joy at the thought that it will soon be around your neck. You lean forward, stretching your neck to offer it to him.

He smiles and starts to put the collar on you. At the first touch of the leather on you soft flesh a raging fire starts in your pussy, growing more intense as he wraps the collar around your neck. You're starting to wriggle and gasp with uncontrollable need as he buckles it on, a surging wave of orgasm suddenly breaking inside you.

"OHMYGOD!" you squeal. "I'M COMING...MASTER...WENCH IS COMING!" You writhe as the spasms ripple through you, leaning forward on your hands, raising your ass like a bitch in heat, offering yourself to be mounted if he chooses, gasping and moaning as the orgasm takes you.