A Strange Romance

"Oh yes Master." My little cock felt something like arousal for the first time in months as he gazed at me and said in a gruff hungry tone.

"Get on your knees bitch!"

I sank down to the ground, kneeling on the thick carpet as his hands grabbed my blonde hair to expose my neck. In a single movement he slipped the collar about my neck and with a final click locked it in place.

"When you wear that you are my slave, when you don't you are my lover and wife, understood slave?"

"Yes Master!" I said feeling like I was stoned!

"Good, now please me slut!" He demanded settling back onto a big leather sofa.

I brought my hands up to the front of his pants shocked at how delicate my fingers looked with their manicured and buffed nails. As I ran my fingertips over his fly zipper containing his manhood I could feel my heart pounding. I wanted to be this man's bitch, his whore, his slave and in that moment I felt more alive than I had ever felt. At last I was on my knees before my owner and as I lowered his zipper I felt and saw the warmth of his desire for me. The cock I had seen before was already hard and it stood up like a flag pole as he teasingly slapped it in my face, teasing me with it as I felt a shiver of desire burning though my body. Even though I had never touched another man cock I felt no shame and as it swelled under fingers tempting me to tentatively lean forwards and kissed the throbbing head!

"Fuck yeah!" Master cooed, "That's it slave, get me going."

His words reassured me, and having read about it, practised doing it on the replica he made me Iswirled my tongue over his shaft. I teased the tip of my tongue into the sensitive skin under the crown and was rewarded by a moan of pleasure and then I slipped him into my mouth hearing him sigh with delight. His voice came out like something between a groan and a growl as he said, "Hold me there slut, I want to relish this moment!"