Belong to Me

(A new series. Remember good things come to those who wait!) ;)

It was a Saturday afternoon and Greg was doing all the "honey-do" jobs that his wife had for him to do. One of these was to clean the attic. As Greg was cleaning he opened one the boxes out of curiosity. If he had been paying attention, he would have noticed that the dust pattern on top of one of them was different from the rest.

But, Greg paid no heed. He wanted to get it done as soon as possible. Greg wondered why his wife couldn't get the maid to do this. It seemed like a job for their maid. He opened a box. In it was a collar. Greg didn't know why he put it on but it seemed to have a siren's song. He only hesitated briefly before he put it on. He looked at himself in the mirror and had one thought before passing out.

"I look good in this."

Greg woke up on the floor sometime later. His wife Marsha was standing over him. Greg was in his late 60s and owned a prosperous company. He had considered himself lucky when Marsha, an orphan of only 20 had fallen in love with him. Marsha was always there for him. Marsha did whatever he wanted and the sex between them was banging.

She would do the wildest things in bed. She was his everything. It wasn't like she was a gold-digger either. She barely spent any money. The only thing curious about her was that one weekend a month she went out of town. Greg had PIs spy on her but they all assured him nothing strange was going on.

"Oh babe....I wish you hadn't put that on. Lord knows it took me long enough to break away from my Master. After nearly fifty years he gave me freedom. I only have to go ride his cock once a month. I suppose you're lucky too now. You'll see what it's like to ride Master's cock. He'll take care of us. We're so lucky. No use dawdling. He'll know that your Kollar's been activated. His chaffour will be waiting outside. Come along then. He needs us." stated Marsha.

Things were still fuzzy in Greg's head. He knew he had put a necklace on. It had looked good on him? Something was wrong but he wasn't sure what. Perhaps, if he just took the necklace off things would make sense. His hands went to take the necklace off, to his horror he found it was now locked on...almost welded to his skin.

"There's no use trying to take it off. I tried that so long ago. Only Master can take it off now. Master only wants us to be happy. Now come along Greg. Master's chauffeur is waiting for us." said Marsha.

"What's wrong? Dizzy? Naked?" questioned Greg. Something was wrong. He just wasn't sure what.

"Don't worry I'll take care of you for now until Master has time to work on you. We're very lucky to have him. All you know for now is it's good to listen to me, your wife." said Marsha.

Immediately, Greg knew this to be true. He could trust Marsha. She was his wife after all. He got up and followed Marsha out of the house to an awaiting car.

"Should I get dressed?" he questioned before they left the house.

"Master likes me naked. We'll see about you. You're not ready for him. Soon you'll be ready. Stay naked for now till Master tells you what to do. You trust me and I obey him. His cock is great to ride. Know that. Think of that. Now sleep." stated Marsha. She kissed Greg as he fell into a deep sleep.

Marsha sighed and looked out the window. The car had a long journey ahead of it before they reached the ranch. She hoped her Master would be proud of her. She hoped her Master would reward her. Suddenly, he phone rang. It was her Master. She picked up and started the video call.

"Hello Slut." stated the voice. "Did you do what I bid?"

"Yes Master. I did. He's asleep. I missed you so much! I can't wait to get back to you. Please can I..." trailed Marsha. She knew it was wrong to beg. Still her Master had said that once she'd accomplished her mission she could finally cum. It had been SO long. It had been too long.

Master was experienced. He had control. "Slaves shouldn't beg. Slaves should just obey their Masters slut." stated Master. "Now show me him!" ordered Master.

"Yes, Master." stated Marsha. She was sorry she'd begged. She wanted to cum but she should have known that Master knew best. That was why he was the Master. She took the phone and showed her Master the sleeping Greg.

Her Master let out a wicked laugh. "Very masculine but I like a challenge. I'll have fun with him. I should see you in about six hours slut. You may think about me and ways you can please me the rest of the car ride." said Marsha's Master.

"Yes Master." stated Marsha. She knew she couldn't cum but she knew she was lucky that she got to think of her Master. Six hours past in which Greg slept and Marsha thought of her Master. All too soon, the car pulled up outside a gated complex. A man walked out. One of his sluts had returned to him. His cock grew erect at the thought of him being able to break another one in.