Stacy's Submission ~ Chapter 10 - Sex Stories

Stacy's Submission ~ Chapter 10

... work with a pleased grin. Stacy lets her hair back down and tucks it behind her ears. She carefully inspects the thick leather strap around her neck with curious fascination. "Anytime you are in this house, that will be around your neck, understood?" Cara tells Stacy, somewhat firmly. Stacy nods and mumbles a squeak in the affirmative. She keeps thumbing the material fastened below her chin. I'm hers now. I feel like a servant, a pet. Why doesn't this bother me? The tight grip of the collar fills her with purpose. Or is it pride? Stacy doesn't know, but wearing it makes her heart beat faster. "Good girl. Now, take off your skirt." Cara's words make Stacy's vagina quiver with excitement. Stacy promptly follows instructions and unbuttons the waist of the skirt. She pulls it down and steps out of it. "Thank you, dear," Cara says, taking the thin piece of clothing and dropping it into the laundry bin. "How are you feeling in that belt of yours?" "I'm fine," Stacy deflects, not wanting to think about it. Miss Cara leans forward and puts her finger through the ring in Stacy's new collar. She pulls the girl close as she speaks. "Stacy, when I ask you a question, I want full, honest responses. You know that, dear." Stacy's legs wobble from the slight scolding. She feels completely vulnerable to any criticism from Cara's lips. Immediately, she focuses on her body and emotions. She tries to explain the sensations inside her, desperate to impress Miss Cara. "I feel raw from being ...

... constantly aroused. My vagina, my insides, they can't seem to ever quite relax. They're always buzzing or trembling with a sort of wanting. A sort of urge that makes me feel like screaming sometimes, frustrated that I can't relieve it." "Good girl. Thank you for your honesty," Cara praises, removing her finger from Stacy's ring. She rubs her cheek softly across Stacy's. "Does that make you regret your decision to wear it?" "No, Miss Cara. I made my decision knowing it wouldn't be easy. But I wanted to make Becca happy," Stacy declares, proudly. "And make her happy you did. I could hear her yelping in ecstasy as you made her cum," Cara whispers, gently teasing her pet's ear with her tongue. Stacy feels herself blush, a little embarrassed. How could I not have even thought about that? She was probably just in the other room. Was she listening to us? "How do you think that made me feel, hmm? Hearing you two girls playing with each other like that? Hearing you fuck my precious, little, Becca?" Cara's tone is mostly playful, but underneath, Stacy detects just a hint of jealousy. "I'm sorry. I don't know, Miss," Stacy offers, unsure how to behave. Miss Cara clears her throat and stands up straight. She runs her fingers through her hair and seems to enjoy the feel of it. Her nylons look pristine, like they've never been worn before. They make her beautiful feet seem almost ethereal. Stacy watches Miss Cara turn away to face the bed. She gets a glimpse of the exquisite skin between Cara's ...