1. Earning the Collar part I


    Date: 9/29/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: bad_girl_punished, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    He looks at her face; her eyes wide open with excitement. Her hand rises to touch it; he shuts the box and pulls it away. She looks up, bewildered. “You think you’ve earned this already? No no no. You have much to go through before this gets placed around your neck. I just wanted to give you a look-see.” She nods in understanding, face crestfallen. “Do you want it?” She looks up excitedly, and nods ferociously. “You willing to work for it?” Nodding further. “Good, let’s get started.” They head down to the basement. He places her in the center of the room. He goes to the table and grabs the suspension leather wrist cuffs and wraps them around her wrists. He reaches above her and pulls down the chains, hooking them into the wrings on the cuffs. He goes to the wall and slowly cranks on the chains. Her arms begin to rise up into a V position. He grabs something silver from the table and walks back over to his toy. He grabs the blades of the scissors running the handle across her cheek, tapping it slightly. He reaches up and cuts down the length of her right sleeve down to the neck of her collar, letting the back edge of the blade run along her arm and shoulder. He follows the same procedure on the left side. Fabric dangling from her body. He brings the scissors to her top button snipping it off, slowly making his way down her front. As he gets to her last button the fabric limps on her body, he gives it a small tug at the bottom and the fabric falls down to the floor. He takes in ...
    the glow of her soft pale skin. He drops the scissors, placing his hands on her stomach, and moving around to the side of her body. She smiles at him as she feels the warmth of his hands rubbing her skin. His fingers working their way up to her round supple breasts. His thumbs rounding her tits, pressing them into her body. He leans in and kisses her neck as his palms surround her breasts, rubbing, massing. Moans dripping out her throat. He brings his head up to hers and passes his lips against hers for a fleeting moment. He backs away from her, watching as she pulls on her wrist chains to get near him. Face pleading for more of his mouth, his lips, his hands. He walks back with metal dangling from his fingers. SMACK he hits her right tit. SMACK hitting her left. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Her tits pressing out from her body, red and hard. Her face scrunching up as the heat wells up in her breasts. He leans his head down and suckles on her left tit. Biting the nipple and pulling. He cups her breast and attaches the clover clamp to the nipple. He watches her face as he pulls on the clamp chain. One hand holding her stomach to keep her from walking forward as he tugs. Watching the pain drip through her. He smirks as he reaches for her right breast, pulling on her nipple before attaching the clamp. He playfully tugs on the chain. She grunts slightly as he plays with her. He laughs at her noises. Pulling the chain up he grips her cheeks, forcing her mouth to open. ...