Collared

You start to open your mouth to protest but he hushes you. "You don't have a say in this anymore, but that's okay. Just keep doing what Daddy tells you like a good little kitten." He says patronizingly as he fastens a leather collar around your neck.

"You're my little bitch now, aren't you?" He asks sweetly, stroking your cheek with a big hand.

"Yes, Master." You reply happily, some tricky sort of magic providing the words your master wanted you to say and delivering them in one smooth motion. Bjor stares at you intently for a moment and you suddenly feel like you should be wrapping your soft lips around the head of Bjor's cock and giving him a super sloppy blowjob.

So you do just that. Throwing yourself onto his dripping, hard cock with glee and glancing back up to see him smiling triumphantly down at you and the obscene noises coming from your throat. You come to the realization that your mind is linked with your master's at least enough for him to deliver wordless commands to you and for you to sense his emotions: Victorious, dominant and possessive.

"We have a meeting tomorrow to finalize the paperwork." Your master muses as you work your way up to a full deepthroat. "After that, I'm thinking about retiring from the sawmill and running this place with you as my cute little assistant." Your mind is filled with fantasies of spending your days in horny subservience in the tavern you once owned. You moan around the cock you are currently bobbing on, the taste of your master's cum still fresh on your tongue. "That's if you agree to work hard for me."

You nod enthusiastically, unsure if it is your true feelings or the **** collar actively messing with your mind.

"That's a good slut. Face down on the mattress, I need to work off some of this energy." He says and you obey, placing yourself in perfect fucking position for the stiff old man. He leans forward and grabs your hips firmly, thrusting deep into your tight ass with one strong stroke.

You shudder in ecstasy, the thick cock inside of you feels so good and your mind is overcome by such intense pleasure that you lose track of all time. After a long while Bjor finally pulls out, sending you crashing down onto the bed. He lies down and you feel his will dominating your mind, forcing you to get up and sleep curled up at the big man's feet. You just know this is some sort of fetish thing for him to have a catboy sleeping at the foot of his bed, but you have no energy or willpower to disobey and soon drift off to sleep.

The next morning was a rush. You drained your master's cock, cooked him breakfast, and then gladly allowed him to walk you naked through town with a bright leash attached to your new collar. Your mind is spinning from all the wolfwhistles and humiliating stares by the time you reach the clerk's office.

Bjor has you bow politely to the familiar elf before you head under the table to warm his cock up while they talk business.

"The willpower and soul enchantments seem to be working just fine I see." The elf comments, looking down at you a little flushed at your shameless display. "As for the longevity, please allow me to obtain a sample of your seed and I will test your remaining combined lifespan."

"You heard the lass." Bjor says in your head and you double your efforts underneath the table until you receive a mouthful of hot cum that you let dribble out onto one of your hands.

The elf takes a small sample, leaving you to clean up the rest as she observes a magical readout crystal. "Oh my, this is certainly a surprise." She comments. "It seems that Sam here was fated to have an unnaturally long lifespan. With the longevity curse giving you an equal amount of your ****'s lifespan, you will both live for another 123 years without aging. Wow." her voice is tinted with arousal and disbelief as she starts to openly stroke her large cock. Whe watches as you bend to the whims of your new master while learning about the true extent of your servitude. "This is probably the longest **** contract ever established. This is so hot. You know you just signed up to serve this perverted old man for over a hundred years, heck, you just gave a hundred years of your lifespan to him, how does that feel? Fuck, you practically paid him to do it to you, you silly little bitch."

You can't help but blush at the barrage of humiliating remarks on your situation, you try and speak up but your attention is captured by Daddy's dominant voice in your head telling you to get up on his lap and milk his fat cock. So you do that instead. Moaning whorishly as your backdoor is plundered for all its worth.

The next hour has you signing your last documents as a free citizen and officially becoming Bjor's property as you bounce up and down on his cock like the obedient fuckpet that you are now. You realize vaguely that Bjor has played you from the beginning and you were simply too dumb and trusting to put it together. But this doesn't matter now. You are now his possession, a sex toy that he can use whenever and however he pleases. The gravity of the situation sinking into your stomach, feeling like so many ethereal chains binding you forever to this strong human.

As if he could sense your inner turmoil, Bjor speaks into your mind. "I'm going to enjoy this. We have a century for you to serve me. And when we die together in our old age, I will take your soul with me to Elysium on a leash to serve me in the afterlife for eternity."

The sheer permanence of your situation overwhelms you for a moment and you start to muster a protest in your own mind, preparing to pull yourself up off the pleasurable cock plundering your insides to run or resist in some way. But your master feels your mental resistance and flattens it with a dominant Stay command that echoed in your mind and induced yet another submissive orgasm leaving you clenching around your new owner's fat pillar of meat.

He pushes you further onto his cock, turning your head up and exploring your mouth with his hot tongue as you come to terms with the eternity of servitude ahead of you. The two of you orgasm together and all worries are erased from your mind, replaced with pure bliss stronger than any time before. You cream as he fills you up to the brim, some of his load squirting out around the sides of his shaft as he unloads vigorously into you.