Testing out the New Collar

My Ard Ri today gifted me this new collar. He, naturally, holds the key so only he can unlock the pretty heart lock and remove it. (Naturally, I know where the spare is in case of emergency.)

Aside for an emergency, however, I will wear this lovely piece of jewelry 24/7. I couldn’t be happier with it.

I didn’t really expect to feel differently about my life with the addition of a simple piece of jewelry, but I do. I now feel totally CONNECTED to Ri at all times. If I feel lonely, I just touch the collar/necklace and I’m good to go.

Also, while the o-ring is small, it certainly has its uses! For example, the other day Ri used it to secure a set of nipple clamps. He clamped my nipples – What a Bite they had! — when I worshipped his cock. Only after he pulled out and sprayed his cream over my breasts did he release my nipples but left the clamps hooked to my collar. He also attached the clamps to the collar so that they would be easily within his reach if he wanted to once again torture my nipples – which he did!!

Once he took a little nap and regained his strength, so to speak, he had me suck his cock until he was hard. Then, I climbed on top of him. He re-clamped my still swollen nipples and slapped my ass while I rode him. Five times I orgasmed before he flipped me onto my back. He put my feet on my shoulders and pulled out of my puss only to press against my anus. His cock was so slick with my own juices I didn’t need anything else.

He allowed my body no time to get used to his bulk, but rather pressed in balls deep. I screamed and came again. He fucked me hard until he also came, this time emptying himself inside of me.

Keeping is someone smaller cock hidden within me, he released my nipples. I screamed again – in both agony and pleasure as yet another orgasm washed over me.

Somehow, when it was over, I was lying wrapped in his arms, panting.

I think I’m going to like the new collar, he said.

“Me, too,” I signed before closing my eyes.

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