Stacy's Submission ~ Chapter 10 - Sex Stories

Stacy's Submission ~ Chapter 10

... voice shaking slightly from being so wound up. "Why? For many reasons, dear," she explains in a soothing tone. She places the two wrist restraints on the bed. "Let's start with this collar." She holds up the elegant, white, leather accessory. "Becca's collar is pink, but I think you'll look good in cream. It will match your lovely complexion." I'm not that pale… Miss Cara lets Stacy hold it. She smiles subtly as she watches her young pet investigate the device. Wow, it is soft. I still don't know how I feel about it though. Stacy runs her fingers over the material. The thick strap has a few holes in it for adjusting the tightness and a strong metal buckle to hold it in place. "This collar isn't for anything other than to stand as a symbol. If you're going to live as Becca does, I want you to wear this as well. It shows your respect for me and your willingness to be obedient and affectionate." Stacy listens to Cara talk as she wiggles the large metal ring at the front of the collar. "But I'm not going to make you wear it, dear. That would defeat the purpose now wouldn't it? You need to want to wear it. Understand?" Stacy looks up to Cara and nods. She hands the collar back to the tall, gorgeous woman. "Do you want to wear this collar, Stacy? Do you want to be obedient and respect me? Will you pledge to care more about my wants and desires than your own?" Stacy's mouth flutters for a moment as she stares into Miss Cara's affectionate eyes. She has an intense urge to kiss her ...

... deeply. Do I accept? Do I put it on? I've come this far, I don't really have a choice. Just play along. It's just sexual games, like Becca said. She just wants to push me and test my trust and character. Becca knows this as well. You've enjoyed yourself a little so far too. "I will wear it, Miss Cara," she declares, suddenly feeling more comfortable in her skin again. "Why?" Cara prompts, running her fingers gently along her cleavage. "Because, I want you to know I'm committed to this. To showing you that you can trust me. That I can put another's needs before my own. That I am under your… supervision and discipline for the next few days." Stacy relaxes a little as the words leave her mouth. She seems freer in some way after admitting so clearly what she's doing here. Her insides burn with excitement as she stares at the sexy woman in front of her. Just give yourself to her. Trust her. Mmm, I wonder what she's going to have me do? Stacy's little toes begin to wiggle underneath her as her imagination takes over. Unfortunately, she's quickly reminded of her swollen bead. It begs her for some tender, or even rough attention. "Alright. I accept," Cara says, holding the collar up to Stacy's neck. "Lean forward, dear." Stacy gathers her hair up into a quick ponytail and makes her neck accessible. Miss Cara puts the leather around Stacy's throat and buckles it securely. She seems to know just how it should feel on Stacy, not too loose, or too tight. She leans back and examines her ...