Collared before kisses

“Kiss my ass” Becky says giving it a little wiggle for emphases as she looks back at you with a wicked grin.

“Kiss your….?” you ask taken off guard. Admittedly you were just admiring the ass in question, but this is something you’ve never considered before. You’re not exactly sure what she means.

Apparently your confusion is evident on your face as Becky sighs, “Ass. Mine. Kiss it.”, she growls a bit with impatience. “We’ve established that you know how to kiss, now pucker up those pretty cheerslut lips and worship my ass cheeks.” As you continue to stare at her uncertainly Becky groans in exasperation and turns around holding a matching collar and leash in her hands. “It’s a good thing your pretty ‘cause you’re not all that bright, especially for a teacher” she says with a malicious grin.

You feel your face flush in embracement at her comment as your eyes lock onto the collar in her hand. It’s a slender grey thing with glittery blue boarders and has an open loop with a pair of bells on either side of it. It looks like something you’d see on someone’s favorite cat. You can’t help but think how cute it looks.

As the younger woman leans in you suddenly remember that you’re the one about to be collared which makes you flinch back, an action that does not sit well with the dominant cheerleader in front of you. One of her hands flashes out lightning fast and grabs a hold of your hair, pulling your head back. The sensation makes you gasp more in arousal than pain, which only adds to your confusion.

“Now, now Jane, I told you what would happen if you weren’t a good little cheerslut.” Becky scolds you like a disobedient child. She uses your hair as a handle making you roll your head this way and that as her eyes smolder with excitement, which causes your pussy to become even wetter as you whimper and moan. “But you were hopping I’d make you wear this weren’t you?” She asks holding the collar up, “I saw how excited you got when I mentioned it before, did you think I missed that look in your eyes?” she whispers in a husky voice as she licks her lips and uses her grip on your hair to turn you to face the camera. “Now be a good girl and ask your mistress nicely if you can have your collar.”

You close your eyes and shudder at the thought of what you’re about to do, yet there’s no denying the fact that your heart is pounding in excitement. Becky gives your hair a firm tug for encouragement, “Look at the camera when you ask me cheerslut”; she whispers, her lips brushing against your ear.

You open your eyes and look directly into the camera, you feel your face burning and can only imagine the blush on your face, weather from shame or arousal you can’t tell, at this point you find it hard to determine where one ends and the other begins, as you say, “Please Mistress Becky, would you put my collar on me?”

“Why Miss Doe,” Becky says feigning shock, “are you actually asking me to put this slutty little collar around that pretty neck of yours? Why ever would you need to wear something like that?”

You take a deep breath before replying in a trembling voice, thinking of what to say to please your teen mistress. “Because I’ve been a bad little cheerslut and hesitated to obey my mistress, and I need to be reminded of my place.”

Becky lets out a satisfied chuckle that makes your stomach flutter, “Well since you asked sooooo nicely….”she purrs. “Now be a good girl and hold your hair up.”

This time you follow her instructions without a moments hesitation and lift your hair out of the way as Becky wraps the soft material around your neck. The bells jingle softly as she adjusts the collar making it just snug enough to fit one finger between it and your neck. As she secures the clasp a shudder runs through your body and you feel your nipples tighten in arousal. A strangled gasp escapes your throat as Becky gives an experimental tug on the hoop before clipping the leash on.

“Now what do you say Jane-slut?” she asks as she stands over you.

“Thank you mistress” you manage your voice barley a whisper.

Becky gives you an affectionate pat on the head before once again turning around and giving you a spectacular view of her ass, only this time she slowly shimmies out of her practice shorts and panties. You watch, mesmerized, as each wiggle of her hips exposes more perfectly tone flesh. The only flaw on her smooth skin is a tattoo in the shape of two crossed pompons with a capital A between them on her right ass cheek. As her cloths hit the floor Becky steps out of them while sliding your leash between her legs. “Now I believe.” She says looking back over her shoulder, “that you have some unfinished business to attend to.” With that she bends over again and begins to wind the leash around her hand, drawing your face closer, and closer to her gorgeous ass.