I decide to take a peek into my slut-in training's brain. Scarlett was sitting at her desk confused. This was her free bell so she had time to think. *That.... that was the most intense sexual energy I have felt in my life*. This got her worried. *What if.....what if I can't go back after this*. She looked down and took a sip from her cup. The sweet taste reminded her of the sperm exploring her mouth desperately trying to find an egg that isn't there. Her imagination runs wild. Thoughts of being led out in public in a leash and bitch suit. Thoughts of being tied up, with both her holes filled with vibrators, all the while sucking me off. She was getting really aroused by this.
She stealthily takes the collar out of the bag again. She runs her hand over her name. *My name is on this collar. It’s my collar*. A second voice flickers for a second and then says *Our collar? It’s his collar. We are just holding it. After all he decides when we wear it and what we do with it*. She shakes her head. *No, this is just a film role. After this is over I'm throwing this in the trash*. All the while she is slowly rubbing the collar. Down near her wet panties her thighs are rubbing against each other. She takes another sip of the cum/saliva mixture, and softly moans. The voice in her head returned stronger. *No, we like the way obedience feels. We like wearing our master’s collar. We like submitting to him. It is ten times as fulfilling as acting ever was*. This time it the normal voice in her head’s turn to be weak. *But....but this is just a role. I.....I don't like the collar that much. And what do you mean ma.....master*? If her inner slut had a mouth it would smirk. *I mean he owns us. Our thoughts are fixated on him. On being his little bitch. We want to just put on the collar and his except his mastery over us. You want it, I want it. Hell, I doubt we could even masturbate without this proof of his ownership around our neck, anymore. Without his invisible hand guiding our body, our thoughts, and.........our soul*.
With that last declaration a larger moan is released from scarlet's lips. She slowly moves the collar up to her neck and fastens it around her lovely neck. She tightens it, but then decides it isn't tight enough. She does it again harder. Now it is so tight she can barely draw breath. Her hands are clutching my collar as she gasps erotically. *Master.........master are you pe.........pe......pleased with you scarlet*? She moves her left hand down to her right tit, and starts rubbing her nipple. Between the gasps escape some quit moaning. But joining the moaning and gasping is one word repeated over and over again. Master. Master. Her right hand slides down to her panties, and rubs her swollen clit trough her wet panties. Then she takes her hand and starts plunging it in to her soaking wet fold. Her rate of moaning and gasping increase as she begins to run out of breath. All the while images of you dominating her are running through her mind. Watersports, paddling, electric play, horse and dog girl training, whipping, spanking, everything. Damn, you think, this bitch wants me bad. Her hand keeps on moving faster and faster till she creams her mouth with a shout loud enough that it worries her that she might be discovered. Her love juices are pouring on to her chair.
She lays on the desk exhausted. All the while almost inaudibly muttering. "I'm his slut. His whore. His plaything. His slave. His toy. His possession". After awhile she gets up and cleans the chair. She takes of my collar, which had been cutting her air supply. She is still light headed as a result. Scarlett slowly tucks it back into her bag and takes another sip of the sup full of my little swimmers. Regaining her breath, she quietly tucks into the bathroom. Despite her progress her doubt hasn't totally been erased. She washes her face and looks into the mirror. *I...I wonder what master will do to me later*? Her inner slut yet again smiles to itself. *So we have accepted him as our master*. She blushes into the mirror. *I.......uh.......yes, he is our master. I understand now. But uh........maybe..........maybe he'll let me keep acting*? Her inner slut's reply came quickly. *We'll see. Ask him tonight*. Placated she looks at herself in the mirror. Her skin is beautiful and flawless.........except a mark on her neck. *Uh oh....his collar was too tight. It left a mark.*. A quick dab of make-up cleared it up. She returned to class with one final thought *I shouldn't tighten his collar that much. It will leave a mark for the rest of the day. Good to know. In fact, the more I know the easier it will be to serve master*. With that my little toy smiled to herself. Content I withdrew from her mind. Confident of the fun I would be having later.
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