A different kind of moan (E)

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It started like most other evenings...

My Goddess came into the bedroom from a refreshing shower. I was waiting for her on my knees, next to the bed, with the locking leather collar before me, and the lock and key on the side of the bed. Our nightly ritual...

She sat on the edge of the bed, smelling fragrant and looking beautiful. I bent forward and put my head on her lap. She placed the collar around my neck, made sure the buckle was in the right position, gently hooked the small lock through the locking buckle, and the magical click marked yet another night of me wearing the definitive sign of her ownership.

She lifted my head to give me a kiss, and tell me once more how special our daily collaring ritual was for her.

And then she was in the mood for something more...

While I was still on my knees, my Goddess reached down to my nipples for some teasing and torture. I closed my eyes. She quickly increased the intensity. Involuntary sounds came from deep within me. Letting go with one hand, she grabbed the main D-ring of my collar and pulled me in for a kiss. We locked lips, not so tenderly, and she reached into my mouth with her tongue. We kept on kissing as she returned her hand so that she could torment both nipples once more.

Still locked in our kiss, she squeezed my nipples sharply with her nails. I moaned loudly, our kiss uninterrupted. I opened my eyes slightly at the surprise of the sound of my moan resonating inside her mouth. I felt a tremor go through her body. I could feel her becoming more empowered from caqpturing the sounds I was making inside her. I could feel her dominance rise. She hurt me even more, and would not let me breakaway from the kiss. She wanted to feel it again. And again. It was like she was feeding on this slightly different sensation, but she was feeding out of control.

She finally let go of my nipples, grabbed the central D-ring of my collar again with one hand, and pulled on my hair with the other. I had no choice but to follow her as she laid back on the bed, and forced my head into her sacred feminine area. The eroticism and dominance of her own actions totally overwhelmed her, and I spent an undetermined amount of time, that I could not even take a guess at, sexual servicing my Goddess, who had become completely insatiable.