Today, instead of going to dance practice, I go to a special hotel where you told me to go.
You are waiting for me in a beautiful top-floor suite, sitting on the luxurious couch, wearing your businessman suit and sipping a drink.
I put down my school backpack, and I am very aware of how I am dressed. I wear my school's standard uniform for sixteen- and seventeen-year-old girls: a white blouse with a blue striped tie, a blue blazer emblazoned with my school's logo, a green skirt, and white socks and shoes. And, of course, I am wearing the tight, black choker that you wrapped around the bare skin of my throat—my collar. You stare at me with that incredibly disarming smile. You say nothing, but your smile and the force of your will commands me anyway: strip, fuck-toy.
I keep looking at you as I slowly undress. I take off my shoes and slip off my socks, leaving me barefoot. I remove my blazer, unbutton my white shirt, and take it off. I slip off my schoolgirl skirt, leaving me wearing nothing but my bra and panties.
Finally, you speak. "Remove the bra. Leave on the panties."
Finally, hearing your voice sends a thrill through my body, and I feel my pussy get wet. I immediately obey and remove my bra, exposing my firm breasts. My nipples are rock hard, and my head feels swimmy as I feel your ownership washing over me. I belong to Sir.
You crook a single finger at me, beckoning me. I start to walk, but you say, "Uh uh, fuck-toy. Crawl."
My adrenaline spikes at this command, my pussy gushing. I carefully get down on my hands and knees and slowly crawl over to the couch in front of you.
"On your knees, hands behind your back, fuck-toy."
I obey. I hold Sir's gaze obediently. Over the next fifteen or twenty minutes, you calmly explain to me how things will work between us now that I am your property—my rules and my punishments.
After you finish, you sit there looking down at me, your tie slightly loosened and your glass of Scotch in your hand. In the silence, I hear a single ice cube clink against the inside of the glass. I am acutely aware of how vulnerable I am and that I am almost entirely naked. My panties are completely soaked through.
"Repeat back your rules to me, fuck-toy."
"Yes, Sir. My relationship with Sir is our secret. I won't tell anyone about it, not even my closest friends. Sir has named me fuck-toy. When I am with him, this is my name, and it is the only name I need. My collar is like Sir's hands wrapped around my smooth throat. It is a constant reminder that I am his, and I will never take it off. At night, I will always sleep naked with nothing on except for my collar."
"Very good, fuck-toy. Continue."
"My pussy and my clit belong to Sir. I won't play with them without Sir's permission. I won't make my pussy cum without Sir's permission. When Sir needs to cum, I will make my holes available to Sir for his use. I will wear Sir's cum inside of me or all over me as Sir desires. I will never waste Sir's cum. If any of it drips onto the sheets or the floor, I will get down on my hands and knees and lick it all up while Sir watches."
"That's right, fuck-toy, you are my cum-slut."
"Sir will choose how I dress. When he is with me, he will pick out my clothes. When he is not, I will seek his approval before I dress. Since I have to wear a uniform to school, Sir will pick out my panties each day. At least twice each day, I will go into the bathroom at school and rub my pussy through my panties so that I will remember that my pussy is covered by panties picked out by Sir."
"I'm not allowed to let any of the boys at school touch me, not even to shake my hand. Sometimes, Sir will test me by sending me to school with no panties. He will instruct me to sit in my classroom with my legs open wide to tease all the boys. All of them will want to fuck me, but I'm not allowed to let them fuck me."
"Very good, fuck-toy; now tell me about your punishments."
"Sir's punishments will fit my crimes. For a smaller infraction, I will not be allowed to cum for three days. Being denied this pleasure will teach me my lesson."
