Now she must take a leap of faith and trust to make fantasy a reality. "It does excite me," she admitted. "Good bitch," he said picking up the collar ...nd pulling out a five foot long black leather leash from beside him on the limousine seat. "Once the collar goes on your neck there is no turning back," he advised. She did not speak for fear her voice would betray her. Instead she lifted up her long silky hair and presented her neck to him. He placed the jewel-encrusted collar around her neck. “Take your clothes off, slave,” my wife ordered. “Slowly. Then walk over to the bed.”I tried to undress sexily but just felt a little silly although the women gave me encouragement. Then I walked over to the bed, noticing for the first time a large shopping bag on it. “Those are for you, slave,” Linda said. “Put everything on except the collar.”In the bag I found a black corset with garters, black fishnet stockings, a black thong, four black leather cuffs and a black leather dog collar. I believe I am entitled. I have all my own teeth. I am in better health than when I was in my prime. I am five feet ten inches.From the time I was about twelve years old, I got fat and wore glasses, thereby guaranteeing I would never have a girlfriend. Because of this I found approaching girls to be very traumatic, especially after the first couple of negative responses in the form of hysterical laughter.I learned to just be myself and I was some what popular, for being the fat kid. In high. Your ass settling down onto the warm wet.Leaning back into me, your head eases back onto my shoulder and your hands drop straight to your cheeks, spreading them wide as your knees bend and you begin the slide and grind again. Movements are firm and short. That deep cleft becoming slick.I can only watch in wonder. My hands continue to steady us.Your head turns. You softly bite me on the neck. There is an accompanying moan.Then your head is up. You step forward off my leg. Then step back between.