Selling Brielle, Part 17

Selling Brielle, Part 17

Story by All These Roadworks (2024).

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Jillian was blushing so furiously as she came down the stairs that she thought anyone near her would surely have been able to feel the heat coming off her face. And yet she made no effort to cover her exposed tits, nor did she change her position, holding the collar and leash at waist level in her cupped hands as she descended.

When Joel saw her, he was obviously trying to project an aura of masterly self-control - and yet Jillian still saw the little gasp of indrawn breath as he saw her, and the twitch in the front of his pants, and that made her happy. If she was going to dress like a slut - like a **** - then she wanted it to please him. She would dress in *anything* - or nothing at all - if it made Joel happy.

She walked towards him, slowly, and then, without being asked, she knelt, her face level with his groin, raising her hands to hold up the collar and leash.

Joel looked down at her.

“Do you understand what these objects mean, Jillian?” he asked her.

“Yes, sir,” said Jillian. “They are a symbol of….” - she swallowed, feeling bashful - “... of your ownership of me. They show that I am your property.”

“They show that you are *willingly* my property,” corrected Joel. “You have brought them to me, of your own choice, and if you want to proceed, then you will ask me to collar and leash you.”

Her blush became even deeper. “Please collar me, sir,” she said, in a voice that broke slightly as she spoke. And then, “Please leash me.”

Joel knelt down in front of Jillian, bringing himself to her height, and he peered into her eyes.

“Jillian, I’m going to tell you a phrase, and I want you to remember it,” he said. “That phrase is, ‘I want my freedom, sir.’ Do you understand that phrase? Say it back to me.”

“I want my freedom, sir,” said Jillian, obediently. “Except… I don’t. I really don’t.”

Joel smiled, and reached out and stroked her cheek tenderly. “I know, and that makes me happy. But Jillian, I don’t ever want to take something from you that it doesn’t satisfy you to offer me. Brielle - well, she’s another story. I do want to **** her, and I don’t care about her consent. But you’re different. You have offered me so much willingly. So if ever you want to end what we are doing, you only have to say those words - ‘I want my freedom, sir’ - and we will stop. Do you understand?”

“But… you bought me, sir,” said Jillian. “You paid money.”

“If it comes to it, we’ll work that out,” said Joel. “But if you say those words, I won’t lay a hand on you, I won’t fuck you, I won’t give you any commands. I’ll leave you alone. You will always have a way out. Does that make sense?”

“Yes,” said Jillian. But she pouted. Deep down, she didn’t *want* a way out. She didn’t want to *choose* to be a fake lesbian. She wanted Joel to *make* her.

“But if you *don’t* say those words,” said Joel, “and if I put that collar on you, then I’m never going to ask for your consent again. I’m going to take what I want from you, whether you squeal, whether you cry, whether you struggle. Because I will know you could end it if you chose, with that one simple phrase.”

“Yes, sir,” breathed Jillian - and *this* was what she wanted. To have Joel in charge of her sexuality. To have him decide how she would be used, to have him take his pleasure from her…

He took the collar and leash out of her hands then, and said, “This collar makes you an object, Jillian.”

“Yes, sir,” said Jillian. “Please, make me an object. Make me *your* object.”

“It makes you my pet,” said Joel.

“Make me your pet, sir,” whispered Jillian.

“It makes you my fake-lesbian cunt, my slutty little cocksleeve,” he said, smiling.

“That’s what I already am, sir,” said Jillian. “Please, make me yours.”

She was so wet between her legs, she couldn’t believe it. She was worried she would drip onto Joel’s carpet. Her eyes were fixed upon Joel’s. She was sinking into his gaze, feeling herself becoming the things she had said - a sex-object, a thing, owned by Joel, for him to use and display and discard…

He reached out and placed the collar around her neck. She felt the leather touch her bare skin, and she shivered. Then he leaned forward to secure the buckle behind her neck, pushing her hair out of the way. His face came near to her ear as he did so, and he whispered to her as he pulled the buckle tight.

“I love you, Jillian. This is the greatest privilege of my life.”

Then he moved back, looking into her eyes again. What he saw there was deep, all-consuming joy - a joy caused by his words, and by the collar, now securely buckled onto Jillian’s neck.

“What do the words on the nametag say, pet?” he asked her.

She didn’t need to look at it again to reply. They were seared into Jillian’s brain.

“Jillian: Fake Lesbian Slut,” she said. “Property of Joel.”

“For now, you will only wear this collar when you are with me,” he told her. “You will take it off before you go home. But eventually you will wear this collar, or one like it, at all times, even if you are out in public.”

She was a little disappointed at the idea of taking the collar off. But of course, she could hardly explain it to Brielle just yet. Or to the pastor.

“Yes, sir,” she said.

“And now the leash,” said Joel. “Because slutty little fake-lesbian pets need to be leashed.”

He reached out and clipped the dog leash onto her collar, and Jillian nearly fainted with pleasure as she heard it click into place.

“Your whole life was leading to this, wasn’t it, pet?” he asked her.

“Yes, sir,” breathed Jillian, delirious with happiness.

He stared at her, smiling, in silence, for a long minute - long enough that Jillian grew uncomfortable, and almost broke the silence herself.

But then he said, “Well, I think it’s about time I used my new toy.”

And with that, he abruptly rose to his feet, and began walking across the floor, tugging sharply on the leash. Jillian was **** to crawl, to avoid being dragged by her neck. He reached the stairs, and began ascending them, still pulling on the leash, and Jillian struggled up them as best as she could on all fours.

“Good pet,” murmured Joel as she climbed.

And then they were at the top of the stairs and Joel was entering his bedroom. His bed stood there, huge, dressed in black sheets, and when he reached the edge of the bed he tugged the leash upwards, and Jillian had **** but to stand.

“You’ve never had a man’s cock in your pussy, have you, pet?” Joel asked.

“No, sir,” said Jillian, truthfully.

“Then up until today you’ve been a virgin,” said Joel. “Nothing you have done with women counts. And it’s time for me to take your virginity.”

She almost orgasmed just from those words - but Joel was already turning her around, so her back was to the bed. Then he put a hand on her throat - under the collar, not **** her, but exerting pressure - and he used it to push her backwards, so that she was falling down onto the bed.

At the same time he scooped up her legs and pulled them upwards, so that one was resting on each of his shoulders, either side of his neck, as he leaned down, his hand still on her neck. Her ass was lined up with the edge of the bed - and in this position, the skimpy lower half of her dress had fallen away, to expose her soaking wet pussy to her owner’s gaze.

She whimpered - delirious with pleasure, overwhelmed by her owner’s strength, and a little apprehensive about what was to happen.

But that apprehension melted away as he undid his pants and let them drop to the floor, and then pulled down his underwear to expose his rock hard cock.

“You’re still not on birth control, are you, pet?” he asked.

She shook her head. Brielle had never let them use birth control - after all, they were lesbians, and were hardly going to fuck any men…

“Then you can enjoy wondering whether I’m putting a baby into you as I fuck you,” he told her. “That will be a special little extra surprise for you, pet.”

And with that, he pushed his cock into her, slipping it easily past her cunt-lips, which were practically coated in her fuck-honey, and into her tight, eager, virginal fuckhole.

She orgasmed immediately, The feel of a man’s cock sliding into her lesbian pussy pushed her over the edge, and her body started to buck and spasm. She made a slutty little moan as she jumped her groin against Joel’s cock as best as she was able in this position.

Joel laughed when he saw her cumming - partly a cruel laugh of mockery, but also partly a laugh of shared enjoyment. His hand moved from her neck to the leash, pulling on it, using it to pull her whole body onto his cock, via her neck.

Jillian had barely recovered from that first orgasm, when she thought about what Joel had said about impregnating her. She pictured herself naked, on all fours and leashed, with a distended pregnant belly, and milk leaking from her swollen tits. Then she pictured Brielle, on all fours beside her, in the same condition, both of them collared like animals, both of them carrying Joel’s progeny, reduced from independent lesbian women to enslaved naked breeding animals…

… and she orgasmed again.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, pet,” said Joel, still fucking her vigorously.

“Yes, sir,” she breathed. “Please **** me, sir. **** me. **** my wife. Use us both…”

“Don’t worry, pet,” he said. “I will. You have the most beautifully enjoyable cunt, did you know that? I think it was made for pleasing cocks. I think you’ve been wasting it all your life in your little lesbian fantasy.”

“Yes, sir,” said Jillian. “I think I was made for pleasing *your* cock.”

Joel leaned down across her body. It slowed the rate of his fucking, which made her moan with frustration - but then he was kissing her on the lips, and that made up for it.

When he broke the kiss, he put both hands on her nipples as he straightened again, grabbing them, tugging on them - and then he really *was* pulling on them, using them as handholds to yank her whole body, pulling her onto his dick by her boobs.

She squealed - but the pain was good. Both the pain, and the knowledge that Joel was using her to please himself, without worrying about her consent. She liked that. She liked him using her as his personal masturbation tool.

And soon after, he was cumming. She didn’t initially feel it, but when his body started trembling, and the pace of his thrusting suddenly dropped away, she realised what was happening - and as she felt the first of his sperm start to leak from her virginal pussy, and she realised that she might have just been impregnated, her third orgasm came.

When he pulled out of her, he put a little shallow dish under her ass, so that the cum leaking from her cunt would pool into it. Then he climbed onto the bed and pushed his cock into her mouth, so she could suck it clean.

“It’s your responsibility to see that all of my semen ends up inside a woman from now on, pet,” he told her. “You can take whatever that dish catches home and feed it to your wife - or push it up her pussy.”

She nodded, the only way she could signal agreement with her mouth full of his cock.

He stroked her hair as she sucked.

“Tonight has been magical, pet,” he told her. “You are the most valuable thing I have ever owned.”

She glowed with pride as she heard these words, still suckling at his cock.

“Now,” he said. “Let’s work out how to solve this problem that Brielle has gotten you into with her prick of a pastor…”

(TO BE CONTINUED)