The Love of Ownership

The first week of college had come and gone, and Master was working on a Saturday. I had just finished doing the chores, and had laid down in front of the fire to read when Master came home early. The look on his face was a combination of exhaustion and sadness. As he flopped onto the couch, I walked over and knelt at his feet. “May pet join you?”

He nodded with a slight smile, I sat next to him and before I could rest my head on his lap, he laid down on my lap.

“Mmm? Is there something wrong Master?” I stroked his hair the way he did to me when I wasn't feeling well.

“It's release week, and the bug list is a mile long, and the VCS is on the fritz. I'm losing my mind.” he nuzzled against my leg, looking up at me.

“I'm sorry, is there anything I can do?”

He looked up at me with an uncharacteristic look on his face, and he reached up, removing my collar with practiced skill. “I need someone else to take control for a while.” He set the collar on the coffee table and pulled a larger one from his coat pocket, setting it in my hands. “You had mentioned that you were interested in trying this, and I think now's as good a time than any.”

I gingerly took the collar from his hands and examined it. The collar was solid black leather, unadorned save for the clasp in the back and D-ring in the front. Hanging from the ring was a heart shaped tag that had no markings on it. “I thought I would let you decide what was on it. I've already payed Maribel for the engravings, you just need to decide.”

Maribel was an engraver that we had met when hanging out at one of our munches. After that, she was our go to for all engravings that we did. Including Krys's watch. I placed the collar around his neck, struggling to affix the latch behind his head. After finally succeeding and getting it adjusted to fit comfortably, he looked up at me with an unfamiliar look. “What shall I call you.”

I blushed. This was my first time being in a full Dom position, and I had never thought of what he might call me in such a situation. “What would you like to call me?” It was a cop-out, I know, but it was the only thing I could think of at the time.

“May I call you Mistress?” I realized what the look in his eyes was, it was true submission. The man who I had known as my Master since he had collared me on our third anniversary was laying in my lap, completely submitting to me.

I smiled quietly at that thought as I responded. “Yes, yes you may darling.”

He blinked happily before asking “Is that what Mistress will call me?”

I smiled wider as I began to unconsciously pet his hair. “Yes darling, that will be what we put on your collar.”

“I am glad.” The look of happiness on his face made my heart flutter. I knew at this point that I was in full control of this man, and anything I asked of him, he would happily oblige. I sat and thought about how I would utilize my new-found power, but came up empty. It wasn't something I thought about often, so I wasn't quite ready for this. “Does Mistress need some time to plan?” He had read my mind, and attempted to suggest what I needed as submissively as possible.

I nodded thoughtfully and replied, “Yes, that sounds good. I will spend some time thinking and you are going to lay here and wait for me.” My first command wasn't too strong, but this was my first time, and my darling played his part well.

“Yes, Mistress. May I sleep while I wait for my Mistress?” The tiredness in his eyes was still quite visible.

I decided to be merciful to begin with, and agreed to let him sleep. As he curled up on the couch with a blanket, I got up and began to surf for ideas while my darling slept.


***


It had been two hours, and I finally had a plan. Deciding that my darling had slept long enough, I let my hand rest on his crotch as I slowly stroked his face. He woke up quickly, doing his best to be attentive while the vestiges of sleep held him back. “Why is my darling still clothed?”

He looked down, realizing that he was looking into my eyes directly out of habit. “Mistress had not instructed me to be otherwise.”

“Valid excuse, however that is no longer true. Darling is to only wear exactly what I tell him to, and currently, all he should be wearing is his collar.

He nodded solemnly as he began to remove his shirt, then his pants and boxers. His socks coming off last as he knelt naked next to the couch, his shaft beginning to harden. He had noticed my choice of attire, and it was safe to assume he found it attractive. My black and red corset doubled at a garter for my fishnet stockings, just barely covering the top of my black lace g-string. My red pumps finishing the outfit. I slipped a finger under his chin as I forced him to look up at me. “Is darling feeling better rested?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I could see his shaft growing harder as I began to dominate him.

I smiled wickedly, “Good, because I have need of you. It's almost five and I haven't eaten.”

“What would Mistress like for dinner?”

“A Chicken Marsala would be acceptable.” It was one of my favorite dishes, but Krys could make it better than I could, which meant that I only got it on my birthday or another equally rare occasion.

“Yes, Mistress.” He nodded before entering the kitchen and beginning to cook.

“Ah, ha, ha, you seem to be missing something.” I decided to use some of his rules against him, starting with apron use in the kitchen. He donned the apron and continued back to work. It wasn't long before he had dinner made and served. We ate quickly before he excused himself and began cleaning up. As he was doing the dishes, I decided to slip behind him, taking his still semi-hard shaft in my hand and began to stroke it to its full length.

“Ahhh... Mistress....” He bucked lightly at the sudden touch.

I whispered into his ear as I continued to pump, “You aren't to cum until I say so.”

“Yes, Mistress.” he continued to do the dishes as I played with his rod from behind, stroking it softly. I noticed his speed increase as he tried to outpace his limits, however as he sped up doing the dishes, I increased my stimulation.

He successfully completed the dishes before moaning loudly. “Ohh... Mistress, I'm so close.”

I removed my hand from his shaft, “Not yet. First you have to pleasure your Mistress.” I lead him by touch back to the chair, where I sat down, my pussy already wet from the thought of taking advantage of the man I now controlled. I handed him a pair of cuffs to restrain his hands, then put him on his knees and pressed the heels of my pumps into his shoulders. “Now worship your Mistress.” I commanded as I flexed my legs in, pulling him to my wetness.

He gladly did as he was told, licking and suckling at the flesh between my thighs. His tongue diving into my folds, gently working its way into my entrance before sliding up and caressing my clit. In a matter of minutes he had me squirting onto his face. He took the squirt directly but did nothing to clean himself off.

“You may taste whatever you can reach, but you may not clean yourself off.” He nodded softly before licking his lips and enjoying the taste of my sacred juices. “Now, lets see if I can help you with your problem.” I pushed him backwards onto the floor and knelt next to him, my finger tracing up his still hard shaft. “You shouldn't need much more, do you?” I squeezed his already swollen balls lightly. The whimper he responded with was more than enough of an answer. I ran my nail up the underside of his member once before I felt the telltale pulse the preceded an orgasm. “Go ahead and cum for me darling.” I pressed his tip against his pelvis as I gently stroked his sack one last time, generating enough pleasure to cause him to buck wildly before cumming hard, his juices squirting across his chest.

My darling moaned softly as he released his pent up tension. Now that he had cum, I could see the energy fading from his eyes. I slipped a finger through the D-ring on his collar and pulled lightly, forcing him to stand. “We're not done yet, but you need to get cleaned off. You're a mess!”

He nodded softly in response.