My first collared submission: Part three …

“Take my shirt off.”
I did, slowly. Followed by the rest of his clothes. His cock was rigid. Ready. I was interested in my reaction. Aroused, yes. But not desperate. I needed to come but was calm enough to wait. My whole being was in the now. Not the past, not the future.
“Suck it.”
I dropped to my knees in front of him and took it in my hands.
“Hands on my thighs.”
Complying, I still managed to catch his cock between my lips and attack it with my tongue. He took the enjoyment for a while, then put his hands either side of my head. Pushing slowly forward, he slid it between my lips until the tip hit the roof of my mouth, then out again. I closed my eyes and concentrated on breathing through my nose; concentrated on the moment.
I felt the contact between the head and my mouth, the shaft sliding between my lips, running over my tongue, which eagerly pushed up to press against it. It felt so good. Those feelings filled my mind; I was conscious of nothing else. He increased the speed slightly, holding my head still. I moved my hands to his buttocks and gripped them tight.

I realised I was building to an orgasm; I couldn’t believe it. I loved giving him a blowjob, it turned me on. But it had never brought me to orgasm before. I opened my eyes and looked up, straight into his eyes. Instantly regretting it, because somehow, he knew, and slowed to a stop. He gently removed himself, and I took a few deep gasps of air.
“Nearly caught me out there, Sally.”
“Yes, sir. Nearly caught me out too, sir.”
“Well, we’ll have to work on that one sometime. For now, though, I think you do need a reward.”
“Thank you, sir.”
He laid on the floor, his cock standing proud.
“Climb on, facing away.”
I eagerly straddled him. Guiding the head into my pussy, I lowered myself onto him with indecent haste and shuddered as I felt his length fill me. I felt his hands on my hips, stroking across my bum.
“You may claim your reward.”
“Thank you, sir.” I wasn’t sure; would he stop me again? Then I realised that doubt was adding to my arousal. I started gently sliding up and down his cock, loving the feel of it deep inside me, tissue stimulating tissue. Then I heard that noise. I hadn’t seen the wand, but as it touched my perineum, I cried out. Sensations seemed to shoot everywhere.
“Keep going, otherwise I might change my mind.”
I couldn’t say anything. I had to concentrate. My mind took over; took over the rhythm of my body moving up and down his shaft. Took over as I dealt with the vibrations; sometimes between my pussy and ass, invading through the butt plug when he touched it with the wand. I wasn’t my normal self; I was in another place. I was aware of everything going on but wasn’t in control of it. I was making all the movement, but at his command. He was controlling me, controlling my actions, controlling my spirit. Controlling my…
I screamed as a massive orgasm overtook me. My body started jerking and my head threw itself back against my shoulder blades. My whole lower body overflowed with sensation, almost too much to cope with. I gave in to it. I desperately locked my arms to stop myself falling forward. My heart was racing, and I began to feel lightheaded. My head fell forward in front of me. I stopped moving. Just sat, speared on his cock. I heard a voice through the haze.
“Keep going, Sally.”
I obeyed. I didn’t think not to. Hips rising up and down. My head spinning. It was automatic. Another climax surged through me as I felt him pull the plug out of my ass, stretching it painfully wide. In the middle of my orgasm, I heard a loud groan and felt his cock spasm, his cum spurting into me. I cried out as it hit me and slowed to stroke the whole of his length with my pussy, determined to squeeze out every last drop. The wand stopped.
My whole body sagged, as I sank onto him, and almost froze in time. Going from frantic movement to delicious stillness in a few seconds. I felt his hand stroking my bum and lower back. Unable to stop myself, I let my arms relax, and my body sank between his legs, still impaled on him. I closed my eyes, and my mind went blank. Perhaps I passed out. I don’t know.

“Sally?”
“Yes … yes, sir?”
“Turn around.”
I raised myself onto my arms and slowly moved my legs. They were shaking. I swivelled on his hips, his limp cock slipping out as I did so. I looked down at him, and he beckoned me. I put my hands either side of his head and lowered myself down. He kissed me when I was within reach. He had a broad smile on his face.
“Good girl, Sally.”
I managed to smile back.
“Thank you, sir.”
He reached behind my neck, and undid the collar, showing it to me, as he dropped it on the floor beside us.
“Oh, don’t take it off,” I said. “I’m in such a wonderful place, I don’t want to leave.”
“Are you okay?”
“Way beyond okay. Can we carry on?”
“We’re well over the three hours.”
Where had the time gone?
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Nearly midnight.”
“Wow. When can we do it again?”
“You want to?
“Oh, yes. It felt like I was somewhere else. Felt like I was … something else. I was part of you. An extension of your mind. Unable to resist.”
I flopped down on him, and he wrapped his arms around me, gently caressing me. The spasms had now gone, replaced by a feeling of tremendous warmth from head to toe. And complete peace. Peace like I’d never known before. I could have stayed like this forever.