Chapter 8
by
amon_Baal
After the shower.
Owned collar
After the shower Abbey lead her husband into the bedroom. “Stand there and let me handle this,” she said.
George did as she asked, and she walked around him. She kissed his back and shoulders as he heard the side-table drawer open. Then she reached around him and started to stroke his cock again. “Are you ready?” she asked.
George nodded, “Yes,” he said.
“Are you sure this one is going to be a little tighter, and it comes with a caveat,” she explained in a whisper.
George was moaning from her talented hand as he asked, “What kind of caveat?”
“Oh no, you don’t get to ask that. You just get to decide if you are ready for me to put the tighter ring on you or if you want to go back to the spikey ring.” She continued to stroke him as he started to hump her hand.
“Alright,” he said after a few more moments, “I trust you, give me the tighter one.”
“Ohh, this is going to be so much fun.” She brought her hand around him, holding a dark metal ring with a rubber lip on the inside. It hinged open and had a couple of lengths of thin chain. “Close your eyes.”
Abbey opened the ring up and fit it around the base of his cock before closing it, George heard a little snap as some locking mechanism engaged. “So the band itself is the same size as the spiky one. But the rubber ring on the inside is tighter but should comfortably conform to your shape.”
She then passed the chain around his balls, and a moment later, he heard another faint snap. “I have the key, and now you can open your eyes.”
George opened his eyes and looked down to see the black metal ring with a silver engraving on it which said ‘owned’ he moaned at the sight of it.
Abbey went back to stroking him, “Do you like that? Do you like me owning you?”
He nodded, “Yes.”
“Good, cause Saturday night, you are going to help me convince your friends I’m hypnotised and let them fuck me. And while I do that, I’m sure that Jasmine will want your help.” She squeezed him a little harder, “You’ll be good to Jasmine?” she asked.
“Yes,” he grunted.
“Good, I think this is going to be fun. Having you owned by me, dear. So much fun.”
The next couple of days?
Descent into debauchery.
Or how we fucked others.
Tale of a married couple, their interracial games and their enjoyment of sharing their lifestyle, and each other.
Updated on Jul 23, 2025
by amon_Baal
Created on Mar 31, 2021
by amon_Baal
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