The Collar - by Glen Hillman

The Collar - by Glen Hillman

The collar first - from there it just happens - I lead you into my erotic world.

I cuff you, arms behind your back. My riding crop caresses your cheek. Your blouse is unbuttoned to the third button, revealing the swell of your firm white breast, the flesh creamy, untouched by the sun, fresh. I open your blouse with the riding crop, brush your flesh with the soft calf skin fob. I walk around you slowly, you take in my jodhpers, riding boots, my form fitting polo shirt shows my broad shoulders and chest. I smell of horse and sweat. I smell like a frightening dream. I Caress the back of your neck with the crop, lifting your silken hair. I imagine my hand around your slim neck and my manhood hardens. By the time I am standing in front of you again my hard cock is clearly outlined in the skin tight johpers. 

Slowly I pull open your blouse, buttons skitter across the floor, your breasts fill the cups of your bra perfectly, I lean down and kiss your creamy skin reverently, you can smell me hair, you think to reach out and run yours fingers through it but remember they are cuffed behind your back. I look up at you and smile "Gorgeous, you are simply gorgeous" as I pull the remains of your blouse off your shoulders and down your arms.

The blouse sits at your back, the bra unclips from the front and your boobs tumble out, your bra joins your blouse at your back. I stroke each breast with the crop. watching the nipples swell with the caress of the soft leather. You watch my eyes as I take in the sight of your full breasts, what is it you see there, mischief, lust, cruelty, you shudder inside, not sure how you got in this situation or where it will go. 
We were talking and joking while grooming our horses, I was showing you my collection of leather saddlery, reins, bridles, saddles and a curious collar, too small for a horse, beautifully polished black leather, lustrous, with a small metal loop that you could attach things to. You asked what it was for. I said "here let me show you" next thing you knew I was leading you into the stable.........

I cup your breast in my hand, feeling it's soft weight fill my palm, and leaning down trace a circle round the areola with my tongue. My lips graze the nipple before it fills my mouth, my tongue embraces it like a lost lover, finally found. I suck hard and you wince in pain - crying out.

I look up at your face, a tear trickles down your cheek, I kiss it away. Brushing my fingers through your fine hair. One hand explores your body as I kiss you, fingering your hair, licking your lips, your ear lobes, nibbling them. My exploring hand finds the curve of you bum and gives it a squeeze followed by a slap, you tease in surprise, as a sensual gasp escapes your lips. 

I step back and pulling the crop from my belt, I walk around behind you. "you do have a riders bum, nice and round" - "Thank you master" your reply automatically. "I should think it likes to be ridden as much as I like to ride" - "It is yours master, I will enjoy what ever you do". I lift the blouse to see it better and let it taste the riding crop, "THACK!" You flinch, and I enjoy the slight wobble of your bum even through your tight riding pants. I finesse the shaft of the crop into the cleft between the perfect curve of your bum cheeks. You feel the texture of the plated shaft. It excites you, you feel a fire kindle in your belly, and the liquid fire flows, burns down into your sex.

My hands on your hips, I’m pulling your pants down, all the way to the top of your riding boots, I snap the thong of your black lacy G string. Then pull it down to, lustily watching the throng as it peels from between you fleshy orbs, the lace drops between your legs, the gusset hot and heavy with moisture. The smell of your musk fills my senses and arouses me fully. You hear a rustle of clothing and breath in and out in anticipation. I am pulling down my own pants. 

I step towards you, your hands, cuffed behind your back are the first to feel the heat of my engorged penis, you shiver and gasp as it fills your hands. I push up against your back. Pull you hair away from your neck and kiss it. One hand comes around and grasps your breast pulling you against me, your nipple grows between my fingers. I lick your neck up to you ear lube, I nibble it, then…. my warm breath caresses your ear as I whisper “guide my cock between your bum cheeks” – I flick the riding crop against the front of your pouting pudenda, your inner lips protrude from it slightly. “Do it - my love” .

Reluctantly you stop rubbing the smooth knob of my cock and nestle it between your cheeks, guiding the shaft downward so its length lays between the soft pillows of your flesh. As I push against you your hands feel my testicles and you cup them eagerly. Caressing your ear with my lips I whisper, “We will finish like this – in the same position” my tongue licks the inside of your ear, you swoon and letting go of my balls you press your palms flat against my belly. I bend my knees and my cock slides down against your smooth silky skin, the feeling makes me think of baby powder on soft skin after a shower. Bending more, angling my cock between your legs. Biting your shoulder now, sucking your skin, giving you a love bite, marking you as mine. All this time I have been caressing and tapping your pudenda, the leather fob is slick with the moisture from your labia, the same moisture I now feel on the burning, hot, tip on my cock. I push it further in between your legs, the sweet juices coating the shaft. 
Your legs are close together; your pants are down to your knees so you can’t open them wider. The curves of your bum cheeks meet, as do the folds of your thick outer labia. This forms a beautiful fleshy embrace for my cock. Hot, wet, slippery and tight. I grind my belly against your bum, my cock shaft fully immersed in the folds of your vulva. I can feel the fob of the riding crop on my turgid glans. I slide back and forth, slapping your pudenda with the tip of the crop. The shaft of my cock rubs along your clit, your labia are spread either side, the vein rutted shaft stimulates the opening of your vagina, thick creamy juice flows onto it. 
I push your shoulders “bend down” – “Yessss Master” you hiss, cat like. My cock finds your opening and I thrust in “OOOHHHH” we groan in unison. “Fuck me hard” you whimper - “Master” I correct you “Fuck me hard Master, please I beg you” – “Good girl”. My belly slapping against your bum with each thrust, accompanied by the wet sound as my cock pumping your tight pussy and the sting of the riding crop against your outer thigh. Riding you like a filly down the main straight to the finishing posts. Your boobs hang and swing in time to the grunting hard thrusts, I play with them with my free hands, catching one rubbing the nipple, squeezing, before catching the other and doing the same. 
The sound of my belly slapping against your bum has turned to a wet sticky sound as you juice spreads. I am grunting with each stroke, fucking you hard and fast. So close to cumming, then I remember my promise, the one about how we would finish this........ to be continued