Fantasy Fetish (collected)

[nandoghosh]

He went out as she cleaned up the bath; returned with the burka and fur coat. In the mirror he noted that her makeup was a mess. She was about to wash herself where he'd pissed on her, but he twisted her arm into a half-nelson:
- No, we're going for a walk in the park. As you are slave, piss-soaked. Get the burka on, and shoes. Um, and it's cold. Best wear holdups too.
When she was ready he helped her into the heavy coat, took the leash. She shivered as they left the building; winter cold, fear and excitement mixed. An elderly couple stared at them in the douce suburban street.
The park appeared empty when they entered it, winter-bare trees visible in clear moonlight. At the deserted children's play area he drew her to a waist-high platform:
- Suck me slave. He's shrivelled with the cold.

She knelt in the snow, glad the coat was long. Opened his fly. Bent to take his shrunken cock between her lips. He leaned at the waist to slip his hands beneath the fur. Freezing fingers on her breasts through thin silk. She shivered as he pinched her nipples. His cock hardened in her. She sucked, felt the wet in her cunt as his cock became rigid in her hot mouth. He pushed her away:

- Now, on your back on the platform. Coat open, pull the burka right up, exposing yourself. Legs over the edge. This slave is going to get fucked.
Jesus, she was perfect, on her back in the snow, splayed for him. The camera flashed: anyone on the street a few yards away would have looked. Then with an animal grunt he shafted her, driving deep into cuntheat. He exploded in her in minutes, screaming obscenities to the night sky. For once she didn't orgasm.

He was in bed first. When she slid in beside him she was still collared. He whispered as he nuzzled into the wife he adored:

- My darling, your Lord chooses to love his slavegirl now.
His hands explored her with familiar caresses, stroking down her form, till one settled in her soaking groin