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My piece called “The Pussy Collar” was one of the first things I ever wrote and posted on the Internet. It was one of the first articles on my web site. The pussy collar was invented out of need; it was created because I knew what I wanted, and the concept seemed fairly obvious and simple at the time.
I knew at a young age that I needed complete control when I forced a man to go down on me. Whether I was sitting on his face and smothering him with my pussy, crushing him with my thighs or pressing my ass cheeks over his nose and mouth, I knew that the most important thing was that I controlled everything about it.
His ability to breathe His ability to move. His ability to lick.
Locking his collar to my thighs and controlling the pressure and intensity while he worshipped my pussy was so simple, so devious. Keeping my “slave” locked in this collar for more than an hour was the minimum. In fact, any other form of pussy worship started to seem mundane. Boring. I wanted the extra stimulation. I needed the whimpers, the struggling, the ragged breathing between my legs and into my cunt in order to bring me off.
When I forced a man to worship my pussy, he did so until his lips and tongue were raw. He did so despite being unable to breathe or move his head. He did so even though I was relentless and unforgiving; his tongue was my property, just like his cock was.
It was only a matter of time before the simple, almost harmless “pussy collar” would evolve into something more devious and delightful.
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