Club Agony & Ecstasy Box Set by Lexi Cross

back of the car. She was a little embarrassed about showing such a raw and vulnerable side of herself in front of a perfect stranger, a woman at that, but the idea of it was also more of a turn on than she’d ever thought possible.
    It was too late to stop now, and she pushed her engorged clit and dripping slit closer to his hand, feeling him place his palm firmly over the panty’s crotch. Mindlessly, she bucked and ground her pussy against him, feeling the fullness of the plug inside her, and gave in as a tide of intense heat washed over her.
    The pressure from his hand was all she had needed to be pushed over the edge, and she exploded in a way she had never before, gasping for air as he kissed her and squeezed a little on her pussy, forcing every last bit of welled up desire to spill out of her and drip down his hand. She could smell the dizzying scent of her juices, and his physical hold on her subsided, along with the pulses of the device inside her. She exhaled for the first time in a while, her breath ragged and shaky.
    He looked down at her, with the slightest hint of a smile.
    “You’ve made quite a mess here, sweetheart.” His hand was still slick with her wetness, and the scent was unmistakably one of sex.
    “Clean it off”
    He held his fingers up to her lips, they were absolutely drenched in her scent.
    She had never really tasted her own pussy, but the smell was quite sexy to her and she wanted so much to please him. She hesitated a little, then sucked them into her mouth, tasting the sweet, slightly acrid taste of her own pussy on his thick fingers. She swirled her tongue around his fingers and sucked on them deeply, intending to show off her expertise at sucking, that she hoped he would make use of later.
    He retracted his hands once she had removed all traces of herself with her mouth and began reaching into his pocket. She heard the sound of metal jingling and looked in his hand to see five small locks.
    Aha! There was a purpose to the rings after all, she thought to herself, she hadn’t wanted to ask for fear of looking even more inexperienced than she was in this scene.
    “You have pleased your Master” he smiled as he spoke the words she had ached to hear for most of her adult life.
    A swell of contentment washed over her, the afterglow of her long awaited orgasm mingling with the delirium she felt hearing his words. He was her Master. No, she was his willing slave.
    He motioned for her to put her foot on the seat beside him and readied the locks. Two on each of her shoes, and the final one would be placed on her collar. He leaned close to her and looked clasped her hands firmly between his.
    “Now you shall belong to me, and me alone. Should you wish to return to your normal life you may request it once and only once, at which time I will release you. When we are in public, you are my equal, in fact I will treat you better than an equal. But in private you will be my property; my princess or my whore depending on my wishes. Is this agreeable to you?”
    It was the most she had ever heard him say, and it took her a moment to digest it all. Her mind was spinning, dizzy with both desire for him and fear that she was getting into something so far beyond her usual life.
    She bowed her head a little and nodded.
    “Yes, I accept.”
    He held up the final lock, the most meaningful one of all, that would bind her to him as long as he would keep her. He leaned in and kissed her gently on the forehead, and pushed her hair back to fully expose the steel collar that accentuated her neck so well. She drew a breath and waited for him to lock her up.
    The lock gave a satisfying click as he latched it firmly into place, securing the collar the way it had always meant to be worn. Now she was his property, to do whatever he pleased with, for as long as he would have her.
    “I am going to remove your panties, I have other plans for your holes.”
    Holes? Plural? She wanted to tell him of her distaste for anal