







The First Time
It was bright, so bright she wanted to keep her eyes closed and stay asleep. She was only awake this early because she was somewhere unfamiliar and out of place. She was in a bed with him, in some Airbnb in the city he rented for them. They had been talking online for months about this day, about the night before too.
They bonded with a common interest to fill a need for each other. He wanted to collar her, control her movements, her reactions, her orgasms, her moans. He wanted to make her pretty little eyes fill up with those beautiful warm salty tears. How would he do this? In a very careful and precise way. They only way he wanted to.
She wanted to feel vulnerable, small, special, mindless, valued and seen. She wanted to be owned, she wanted to be someone’s precious fuck toy. After months of talking online, they decided they wanted to me*t, maybe even needed to.
The morning after their long night of giddy butterflies, over-drinking and heavy petting lead to this moment exactly. Raw, sober and real. They were face to face, no sexy dark lighting, no drinks to take the edge off. Oh no, now the edging was in full effect. He sensed her awaken shuffle, gently swung his around around her little frame, pushed his mouth into her neck and gave her a warm embrace. She smiled to herself, feeling safe in his arms.
That’s when he got her collar out. There were no words of confirmation needed anymore. They both knew what the other did and didn't want. He placed the chain around her, the weight made her feel grounded and secure. It made her feel like she wasn't her own anymore- she was his. That’s when he put his thumb to her mouth, pressing her lips open and her tongue down. His other hand was inbetween her legs on her mound with his middle finger pressed firmly on her pulsing love-button. She melted for him, ready to be molded into whatever shape he desired.