The Steel Collar

Chapter 7 - The Master's Room

Lisa nervously adjusted her position, she had lost track of time since Jade had chained her to the floor ring at the foot of the four-poster bed. Her wrist cuffs locked with a heavy padlock behind her back and a long chain connecting her collar to an iron loop and plate bolted to the floor were her only restraints. It must have been over an hour since she had been instructed to kneel, knees spread, sitting back on her heels. She took a deep breath, having to suck each gasp of air through the tight confines of the brown leather hood. Jade had pulled the mask over her head and tightened the strings at the back until the brown leather felt like a second skin. It had plunged her into darkness and silence, the hood holding her jaw shut forcing her to suck air through barely opened lips. She shook her head rattling the padlock securing the hood's wide leather collar over the band of steel on her neck. Lisa, disobeying instructions, had investigated the extent of her bonds. The neck chain allowed her to stand and sit on the edge of the bed but soon she felt the tug of the floor ring pulling her back as if reminding her that her position was on the floor. Jade had not told her when the master would return but was told, if she broke position, he would punish her.

Lisa shivered as she concentrated on the weight of the collar and chain dangling between her breasts. The cold links of the chain rested against her body, despite the security of the belt locked between her legs, her spread thighs displayed her for his use. She knew she was to be raped, how any man could resist a naked woman, totally vulnerable chained in his room. He had made his intentions clear when he ordered her to his chamber. Lisa was not a virgin, she had had many lovers, but the thought of being so powerless in the grip of a stranger terrified her. This was not to be an equal relationship, the steel and the three rings piercing her body left her under no illusion as to her position. The clumsy but effective treatment since Carl had locked the collar around her neck was designed to humiliate and degrade her. She was unsure whether her compliance was because the training was succeeding or whether she was just playing their game. Only the week before she had been leading a board meeting, now she was a naked slave girl awaiting a master, she wanted her old life back.

Lisa tried to ignore the warmth beneath the steel heart locked between her legs. The cuffs dug into her wrists as she tried to pull her arms free, she stopped her struggles when she realised how much it was exciting her. Her body wanted to feel him move inside her and the steel denying her release intensified the feeling. She shook her head trying to shake the idea from her mind, but every movement with its jangling of chain and bells forced the idea back to the front of her mind.

Lisa straightened her body as she heard the door of the bedroom open. Carl strode across the room, ignoring her presence. He removed his watch and placed it on the dresser before slowly removing his clothes, folding and placing them methodically on a chair. Lisa moaned into the hood unclear whether it was fear or desire coursing through her body. The sound of his bare feet on the wooden floor got closer before he came to a halt, sitting down on the edge of the bed above her. She squirmed as he lifted the bell piercing her right nipple, letting it drop against her breast, the pain of the new ring still fresh.

Carl grabbed a handful of chain and pulled her forward, the speed and force taking her by surprise. He removed the padlock holding the rear chain of her chastity belt, allowing it to drop down onto the floor. Carl released the three buckles holding the leather belt around her waist and the thick leather dropped down onto her thighs. Carl pulled her back onto her heels. As the heart-shaped metal fell onto the floor between her knees, she blushed beneath the hood as the wetness of her pussy kissed the metal farewell. Barely touching her skin, he traced a finger down between her breasts, the links of the neck chain slipping one by one over his finger as he drew an invisible line down her stomach. Lisa knelt perfectly still in her darkness allowing his finger to come to rest directly on top of her clit. He pressed down firmly before sliding his finger inside her. Lisa fell forward attempting to pull away from him, her body convulsing at his touch. He stepped down on the chain, forcing her to keep her head to the floor. He pushed his hand between her arse cheeks before again, sliding two fingers into her wet pussy. Lisa was unable to stop him probing deep into her, the easy sliding motion exhibiting her heat and her body's readiness for sex. She could barely catch her breath now, sucking harder against the leather trying to pull in more air. As quickly as it began, he stopped, lifting his foot from the neck chain.

“Position”

She instinctively struggled back onto her heels, knees wide and back straight. The training was working, obeying was becoming second nature. Carl leaned back onto the bed and reached for a set of keys on the bedside table. The padlock behind her neck securing the leather collar clicked open; he loosened the leather strap and the hood before pulling the brown leather from her head. She blinked up at her captor, the dim light of a small candle providing the only light in the room. Carl smiled down at her.

“Has no one told you that a slave does not look a free person in the eye without permission?”

Lisa stared down at the chain curled loosely on the floor in front of her, still a prisoner of the large padlock threaded through the last ring of the chain and the floor ring. He brushed the hair from her eyes tucking the blonde strands behind her ear. He gently lifted the nose ring from her top lip holding it between thumb and forefinger.

"Did the Doctor put that in?"

She nodded, being careful not to move her head or the nose ring too much, the ring through her septum still the most painful of all the metal they had put in her. He sighed before letting go of the steel ring, her eyes watering as it dropped back onto her lip.

“ Despite the nose jewellery you're a respectable piece of slave meat. I think you will brush up nicely"

Lisa went to reply but immediately thought better of it. Carl noticing her hesitation waved her to continue.

" You're free to speak "

"I'm not a slave... Master"

The obvious contradiction brought an immediate smile to Carl's lips.

"Well Poppy, I think appearances suggest otherwise. Your life as a free woman ended when you were collared. Lisa died on the plane and the slave Poppy was born when that tag was clipped onto your neck. The sooner you accept what your body is telling you, the easier it will be for you. It's hard for me to believe that this is your first time under the whip, if I'd not read your profile I would have taken you for a trained submissive. The change from the uptight businesswoman of only two days ago to the slave girl sitting obediently in her chains is remarkable. Most girls would be fighting and pleading for their freedom, not trying to cum on their master's fingers."

Lisa lifted her head, regaining her composure.

“I doubt fighting and begging would make any difference to the way you treat me. In fact, I think you enjoy that and I'm not going to give you the satisfaction. So the way I see it, I'm just more intelligent than the usual girl you kidnap."

"I'm sure there is some element of truth in what you say. You're certainly a curious one but I'm afraid your body betrays your true nature.” He held out the fingers he had used to touch her. “Taste"

Lisa thought for a moment before leaning forward to take his fingers into her mouth.

“Lick them, don't suck. Only a fool puts his fingers in an untrained mouth"

She smelt her own musty aroma before tasting her own juices as she brushed her tongue along the length of his finger. Carl pulled his hand away, her nipple bell jangled as he wiped himself clean on her left breast. Lisa decided that permission to speak was still in effect.

"It doesn't prove anything that my body prepares itself to be raped by you. You're obviously very skilled at what you do and I have no control over what you do to my body. But I'll tell you this, you can whip me and keep me in chains and I imagine now you're going to rape me but you'll never make me a slave. You disgust me; remember that, you disgust me"

Carl stroked her head patronisingly.

"I know you're scared but can you honestly tell me there's not a part of you that's excited and intrigued by what we're doing to you. There's not an irrational excitement and curiosity about what I'm going to do to you tonight? I saw you fucking this afternoon you were lost, somewhere else. I don't think you've ever let yourself go like that. You are a sexual creature Poppy and maybe, just maybe the steel locked around that pretty neck will finally give you the freedom to accept and enjoy who you are."

Lisa shook her head, feeling the closeness of the collar, they were always reminding her of the band on her neck, and she was under no illusion to its significance. Animals wore collars and that's all she was to them, an animal. The leash rattled as she shook her head in denial.

"No, no I'm not a slave, you'll never make me accept that" she almost whispered her protest.

She was so confused. She knew he was right, there was a part of her that loved the removal of her freedoms, being forced to submit to them, but she knew what they were doing was wrong; slavery could not exist for a modern woman living in the 21st century. Carl slipped his hand beneath her collar and gripping it tightly pulled her into a kiss. She tried to move her head to the side, holding her lips tightly shut but the tightness of the collar kept her in the embrace. He pushed his tongue deeply into her mouth and kissed her. The collar pulled tight against the back of her neck as he lifted her up onto the bed. He loosened his hold slipping his hand down to the neck chain, still keeping the upward pressure, forcing her to crawl up onto the bed. Lisa felt the collar twist around on her neck, the chain pulling taut behind her. Lisa stopped, realising he no longer had hold of her, and she was moving forward of her own will. He pulled back, the lips parting, the chain preventing her moving any closer to him.

"Please" Lisa begged.

"Please what?"

Lisa pulled against the chain, her mouth still waiting, open, for him to kiss her again.

“A slave begs use?"

"Yes, anything, unchain me"

"Ask for it"

"I...” Lisa groaned, twisting her wrists inside the obdurate metal. "Poppy...” She paused, unsure she could ask him to do the unthinkable. “... Begs use"

Carl reached for the keys and unlocked the collar from the chain. Lisa sighed, free of the leash, he roughly pulled the collar back around so the front ring hung again below her chin. He did not remove the padlock connecting her wrist cuffs together and she was unable to break her fall as he pushed her forward onto the bed. He reached into the bedside table drawer and removed a ring wrapped in leather with two leather straps attached to each side.

"Open your mouth"

Lisa gingerly opened her mouth and Carl, kneeling over her, pushed the ring between her teeth. She moaned as he tightened the straps behind her head, the “O” ring keeping her from biting down but allowing full access to her open mouth. He twisted her over and pushed her to the side of the bed, lying down in front of her.

"Pleasure me"

Lisa used her elbows to push herself on to her knees, the change of pace making her question the decision to succumb to her emotions. She pulled against the bracelets, feeling their snug reassurance she had no choice. He would take her whether she was complicit or not. The cuffs dug into her wrists and she felt the familiar charge course through her body. She lent forward and attempted to get his penis into her mouth. He slapped her firmly across the cheek.

"This is not a sprint, I said pleasure me. Pleasure my body slut. Get me ready to fuck you"

He pushed her head down, pressing her mouth against his upper thigh. She pushed her tongue hard into his flesh, kneading the tight muscle, biting down on the gag and moaning with need.

“Vary the pressure with your tongue; use your breath to change the sensation"

His instructions were soon replaced with a gentle moaning, her confidence growing as she felt him move under her. Carl moaned with pleasure as Lisa worked her way up his body. She thrust her tongue hard into his nipple, the drool dripping from her open mouth lubricating his body. It was hard to balance with her arms pinioned behind her, feeling his hardness as she placed her knee between his legs and straddled his thigh. She almost fell on top of him as she tried to rub herself against him. She brushed her nipple bells gently against his chest making them chime in time with the movement of her tongue on his neck. He gasped in pleasure, grabbing her arse before sliding his hand up between her legs. Lisa bit down hard on the “O” ring as he slid two fingers into her, massaging her with each tinkle of bells. Her control of him had gone and she laid her head against the pillow holding her tongue against his neck, her arse in the air pushing against his hand. She was on a cliff waiting for the wave to pull her into the water. As if sensing her imminent climax he stopped, pushing her away. Lisa screamed into the gag, pulling at the cuffs, trying to hit him in frustration. Carl rose to his knees and grabbing a clump of her hair he threw her forward, her head bouncing on the pillow. She heard him fumbling for the keys on the bedside table. He thrust the key into the padlock connecting her wrist restraints and she sighed with relief as her arms were freed. He flipped her back around and straddling her belly reached down behind the bed pulling up two lengths of gleaming chain.

Lisa begged him as best she could not to chain her again but he ignored the protests and gripping her left cuff pulled her arm back up behind her head. He twisted the bracelet around before connecting the side ring to a dog clip at the end of one of the chains, repeating the process with the right bangle. The chains gave her little movement keeping her arms stretched wide behind her head. He lifted her head up and unbuckled the gag, kissing her gently on the lips. Climbing off her, he reopened the drawer beside the bed and removed a red ball gag. He kissed her again before pushing the large rubber ball into her mouth. She did not know why he gagged her but was secretly pleased that the option of protest had been denied her.

It was now her turn to receive the attention of his mouth. Beginning at her shoulder, he worked his way up her collarbone nibbling and kissing until she felt in brush against the collar. He slipped his tongue up between the metal and her neck, pushing it up hard against her chin forcing her to feel the edge of the steel band. He moved along the side of her body kissing and biting his way down her right leg to the anklet locked around her ankle. He roughly turned the manacle so the ring lay on the outside. She felt the weight of a chain attached to the shackle. Moving between her legs Carl pushed her thighs apart with his knee and soon her left ankle wore a matching chain.

Lisa spread-eagled on the bed, unable to protect herself, her body totally at his mercy. He kissed her nipples, enveloping each nipple ring and then tugging at it with his teeth as he pulled back. She tensed, pulling against all four chains feeling him brush against her cunt, teasing that he was about to enter her. He held the left nipple ring in his mouth pulling back hard, the pain of the new piercing meshing with the pleasure of his tongue. He pulled forward, lifting her breast and at the same time slid his full-length into her. Lisa bucked, thrusting her hips up to meet him. Carl moved to his knees, maintaining the slow rhythmic thrusts, he lifted her hips so her clit received the full-length of each stroke. Her arms pulled out straight, the skin bunching at the top of each cuff, her fingers splayed out wide. This time he did not stop her coming. She screamed with pleasure into the gag filling her mouth. Breathing heavily through her nose she tried to break away from him needing a rest from the intensity already building again inside her. To the accompaniment of rattling chains and muffled cries, she came twice more before she felt him explode into her. He finished his final thrusts pushing deep inside her before withdrawing, leaving her twitching at the restraints holding her body. Her body filled with a warm glow, it had felt right, a master taking what was his. She felt the tears coming as she realised what she had done. Her earlier protestations seemed empty now, as she lay back in the manacles. He was right, it had not been Lisa chained on the bed, the tag dangling from the steel neckband declared who she was, Poppy the slave girl.