Shock Collar Slut

A few years ago I started fooling around with a guy who helped me explore fantasies and kinks I didn't know I had. You know how that can happen with some people? How somehow you can become more yourself through building a relationship with them? Well this guy, we'll call him B, was great for me in a lot of ways, I slept deeply next to him at night, he helped me get back into reading, and, oh, yeah, the sex was killer.

One of the best parts about this sexual relationship were the games we devised to play. Together we explored power, bondage, voyeurism, role play, you name it. The guys that come next will have their work cut out for them.

For posterity, and since I think that my relationship with B is, unfortunately, coming to an end, I wanted to take a moment and reflect on one of my favorite games we ever played together: shock collar slut.

Here's how the game was played:

On a random night when we were in the mood to go out B and I would dress up and go to a random dive bar far from home.

No matter what else I wore on any given occasion I never skipped two important accessories: a vibrator and a shock collar that could be controlled remotely. The vibrator fit snuggly in my pussy right where I was most sensitive. The collar was delicate enough that stacked with a couple other chokers it just looked like a necklace.

Once we got to the dive of the evening we'd split up. I'd sit at the bar alone while B would post up at a table off to the side where he could see me. We'd both order a drink and then we'd wait.

Most nights a guy, or several, would come over trying to pick me up. I would indulge them flirtatiously and push it as far as I could. I'd slip my thin tank top straps down off my shoulders and flaunt my body. I'd touch their arms and let them feel me up; that kind of thing.

B would watch from a distance. I liked the attention from strangers and knowing that B was watching me. He liked controlling my actions remotely and knowing that at the end of the night I was always his.

Now here's where the accessories came in. As long as B was enjoying my performance and wanted to encourage me, he'd turn the vibrator in my pussy on. As soon as I crossed a line for B, and he started to feel jealous or ready to see something else, he'd give me little shocks through the collar. I loved giving him this power over me. No matter the attention I got from other men, I loved submitting to just him.

The sex afterwards was always incredible. The shock collar game was perfect power dynamic foreplay. B would always be revved up, feeling possessive and jealous and ready to punish me a bit for being so naughty right where he could see me. I would be dripping wet from the pulsing of the vibrator and all the attention and touch. By the time we made it to bed we'd fuck ravenously, and then lay in bed talking over the story of the night and getting turned on all over again at our favorite parts.

Now, if you've read enough and you want to take our little game and play sometime on your own, you should. But, if you'd like, I'll tell you about one of my favorite nights I spent playing the part of the Shock Collar Slut.

It was a Tuesday, so we'd given up on having a serious week pretty early. B had texted me from work during the day to complain about his boss and his coworkers and I'd asked if he was free that night. He was, and grateful for something to look forward to. We made a plan to meet at mine.

He came over around 6 with takeout and we caught up on the couch in my living room eating stir fried noodles with cheap chopsticks. B complained more about the work situation. I lamented; his boss was a real dick. I updated him on an ongoing saga with my sister. He commiserated; he wouldn't say it outright but she could be a real problem.

After dinner we discussed what we wanted to get up to for the evening and agreed that we were in the mood to go out and see a new dive bar and turn ourselves on. It was easy like that with him, to be on the same page and decide on something fun.

He was already dressed nicely enough, in simple jeans and a black t-shirt. The fun part was deciding what I would wear.

We went back to my room then and I pulled some options out from the closet. B loved to watch me try things on. Or, more likely, he liked to watch me take them back off. And I loved to dress up for him too. He got a hungry look on his face while he watched me that made my skin tingle. He could look at me like I was the only woman in the whole world. I loved the feeling.

First I pulled on some tight jeans and a skimpy black shirt. No bra, of course. Never a bra for our nights out together.

He pulled me over to him on the chair in the corner of my room saying, "you're gorgeous. God, you're gorgeous," and running his hands over my hips and thighs. He reached up and tweaked my nipples through the thin fabric.

"This shirt is almost see through," he commented.

"Too much?" I asked, batting my eyelashes at him in jest.

"No baby. It's perfect. Keep the shirt. I want a skirt though. Something I can bend you over in later."

At his words my body hummed with anticipation. To spend all night waiting for him to bend me over in a little skirt and fuck me hard from behind was truly a delicious prospect.

I stepped back and slid the jeans down. I selected a simple black skirt and some low heels. I put on earrings and mascara. He watched me, smiling and patient. I put some necklaces on and hid the thin shock collar among them.

Lastly, I pulled the vibrator out of my bedside drawer and handed it to him. I lifted my leg up and perched it on the arm of the chair where he sat to give him easy access to my body. I was wearing thin, silky underwear and I assumed he'd just slide them aside to push the vibrator up into my waiting pussy. Instead, he looked up at me with a devious look on his face and pulled at the soft fabric of my underwear.

"Take these off," he instructed, his voice low.

I obeyed and then resumed my position with my pussy spread for him across the chair. It was intense and vulnerable to open myself up to him like that. He leaned forward and licked my clit a few times lightly, just to tease me, and the sensation sent a shiver through my body. Next, he brought his fingers up and slowly pushed into my soft, waiting cunt. I let out a moan at the feeling. He brought the vibrator up to my mouth and had me spit on the tip.

"Lick it, baby," he instructed.

I closed my eyes and began to play with the tip of the vibrator with my tongue.

"Look at me," he ordered next.

And so, with his fingers fucking my pussy and my nipples straining through my flimsy shirt, I licked the head of the vibrator while looking submissively into his eyes. Even our foreplay felt intense.

Finally he stopped his teasing and slid the vibrator into my body without further ceremony. He stood up and bent over to nip my erect nipple once with his teeth through my thin shirt and then stepped out of my bedroom laughing.

My head spun with arousal and the new fullness between my legs. It was going to be a good night.

After gathering up our strewn about keys and wallets we left the house and drove to a far corner of town to check out a spot we'd never visited before.

B always entered first on the nights we played with the shock collar. He liked to scope for anyone we knew and I liked the rush of walking by and ignoring him while feeling his eyes on me all the same.

Walking in that night gave me a particular rush. Between my almost-too-see-through-shirt and my naked pussy I felt devious and electric. The skirt felt shorter now that we were out. B wasn't the only man who turned to watch me when I walked in. Even the bartender gave me a shameless once over as I approached his bar with my hips swaying and my shoulders back. As I passed B he sent a small pulse through the vibrator, as if to say hello. It jolted my whole body with pleasure.

I climbed up onto a barstool, careful to arrange my skirt to cover myself, and thrilled at the contact of my already flushed and naked pussy lips with the cool leather seat.

The bartender was leaning on his back bar counter and looking at me without trying to hide it. Finally, he cracked a small smile and walked over to lean in close.

"What'll it be?" he asked.

"How about your favorite whiskey. Neat." I replied, not smiling at him yet.

"Yes ma'am," he purred and poured me a double Tullamore Dew.

"Nice choice," I said, unfurling a smile for him and reaching for my card.

"On the house," he replied, waving me off before stepping away from the counter and disappearing into a back room next to the bar.

Just then the vibrator between my legs churned to life on a low setting. I suppose B wanted to keep me busy while I waited. The feeling was quite manageable, just a dull sort of pleasure. I took a moment to look around and take in the bar as I enjoyed the sensation. I let my eyes flit over to B at his table in the corner with the faintest smile.

The bar was charming and plenty busy for a Tuesday night. It had an ornate wooden barback with frosty inlaid mirrors. Above the main floor was a cozy loft seating area with a balcony and vintage couches and an old spiral staircase leading up. The whole bar was furnished with dark green and tan carpet. It had the feeling of a liquor parlor of yore. Groups of people and singles milled around chatting, laughing, shooting pool, and queuing up music on an old juke box.

As I looked around my eyes landed on a man sitting alone at a table along the wall. He had dark hair and a pretty face. He was looking back at me, unabashedly. I let my eyes drop away from him for a second before flicking them back up with a smile. Then I turned back to the bar.

Hook, line, and sinker. He came and sidled up next to me within the minute.

"Evening," he began. "Now what is a beautiful woman such as yourself doing here all alone on a Tuesday night?"

I'd heard that one before, of course, but the delivery was smooth and confident. I had to give him that.

Now was the chance to decide how I would play this. Hold back and make him work for it? Dive right in and lead him on? He seemed like the type to pursue, so I decided to give him a bit of a chase.

"I haven't decided yet," I said.

He laughed at that and touched my arm easily. The vibration in my pussy kicked up a notch and I shifted my weight back and forth between my hips to get used to the new level of sensation. It felt incredible.

"Well, I came here to play some pool but so far I haven't found a teammate. Would you like to shoot a round with me?" he asked.

"I guess so," I replied. "But I've got to warn you, I'm lousy at pool."

I know, I know, now it was my turn for an overdone line. It was a lie, too. I'd worked in my fair share of gritty little bars in my day and could shoot just fine. But, I'd come here to fool around and flirt, and a bit of hands on billiards coaching seemed a perfect way to start.

As the guys on the table were finishing their game my suitor went over and asked if we could play the winners. Of course they agreed. There's a simple charm to the customs of bar games.

I hadn't paid much mind to the people playing before, but on closer examination everything was coming up stripes and solids for me; the two men who were about to win were both tall and good looking. I'd assembled a nice trio of eyes and hands to get all over me.

I let the man who'd approached me at the bar, we'll call him Black Hair, buy me another drink and we headed over to the table.

Our new friends, we'll call them Red Jacket and Tall Guy, greeted us warmly and racked the balls up. Black Hair shot first to break.

Soon it was my turn and I made a show of not knowing how to hold the pool cue. Tall Guy and Red Jacket seemed bemused. They took the opportunity to look me over as I mock-struggled to shoot.

I was hyper conscious as I bent over the table of my naked body underneath my skirt. It felt so naughty to be this near to flashing them.

For one second I let my eyes flick up to where B was sitting across the bar and his eyes were watching me, hungry. As a reward the vibrator in my pussy kicked up a notch and the sensation became intensely distracting and pleasurable. I felt wetness blooming between my legs and had to lay my head to rest for a moment on the cool wooden edge of the pool table.

Black Hair misinterpreted my moment of pause as defeat, and asked if I'd like his help with my first few shots. Without standing back up I turned to him gratefully and said, "yes please" with a smile.

He came to stand behind me then and wrapped his arms around me to help line up the cue. He was respectful at first, hovering without really touching. I nudged my ass back into his hips lightly to encourage him. Our table mates noticed this behavior and smiled at each other conspiratorially.

The feeling of this man wrapped around me and more eyes on me while the vibrator still purred in my pussy was so erotic. Needless to say I missed the shot

We played on for awhile, making small talk, laughing, drinking. With my encouragement Black Hair got more bold with his assistive touches, first putting a hand on my hip to adjust my stance, then grabbing my ass through my skirt, and finally reaching up under me as I prepared to shoot and squeezing my sensitive tits for good luck.

When he leaned his hips into me for each shot I could feel his cock getting hard against me. Our antics were turning me on too, but the vibrator had been turned way down in my pussy and I missed the intense feeling. Maybe B was feeling jealous; maybe he was just trying to help me focus on the game.

After I made my first shot of the night, pretending to get the hang of it, I jumped up and threw my arms around Black Hair's neck, pressing my body to him in an enthusiastic hug. As I stepped away he pulled me back and kissed me on the lips. In response I felt my first shock of the night, a light jolt of pain around my tender neck. At the same time, B turned the vibrator up high, just for a second.

The combined sensations sent an intense waves through me. First and foremost they reminded me who I belonged to here. And fuck, I loved the feeling of being his. Second they flooded me with arousal. I had to brace myself on the pool table to catch my breath. The guys laughed and high fived, tipsy and delighted that this kiss had seemingly knocked the wind out of me. Oh, if they only knew.

From there I switched gears to escalate my games a bit. If B was starting to feel jealous now, just wait. I claimed loudly that Black Hair had taught me everything he could and that I wanted our new friends to step in and show me what they knew.

On my next shot Red Jacket stepped right up behind me, grabbed my hips, and rubbed his stiff cock against my ass through his jeans without even pretending to help me shoot at first. I let myself moan and lean into him then and received another sharp shock of punishment around my neck. Thankfully this guy was holding me up or I may have gone weak in the knees. Finally he leaned over and helped lined me up to shoot. When I made the shot we celebrated and he asked, in a teasing voice, "where's my kiss?" I leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek and was rewarded by the vibrator in my pussy coming back to life with a low hum. Fuck it felt good.

On my next shot it was Tall Guy's turn to help. He joked that I seemed tense and massaged his hands up and down my body, starting with my shoulders and neck and moving to my hips, ass, and titties. I let myself melt into the feeling as his hands groped me. Between his touch and the vibration between my legs I was floating on sensation. I leaned back into him and let my eyes drift closed. I loved that B, the bartender, and the other men we were playing with could be watching me.

Eventually Tall Guy bent me forward to take the shot, adjusting me bodily with his hands through my floating feeling. I took the shot and missed. He let out a groan of disappointment; no kiss for him.

Finally I told them I felt ready to shoot on my own. On my next turn I leaned over the table and wiggled my hips as they all stood behind me staring. I let my sensitive nipples graze against the edge of the table.

Just as I was about to take my shot Red Jacket stepped up behind me and lifted my skirt saying, "You little tease. She's not wearing anything under here!"

Without hesitating he pulled his hand back and spanked my bare ass hard, as if in punishment for my indecency. I let out a shriek, somewhere between pain and pleasure, and was rewarded with the strongest shock yet of the night from my collar. I guess B didn't want anyone looking at my bare pussy but him.

Overwhelmed with sensation I laid my head down on the table again to collect myself. The men took this as an invitation for further abuse and in turn both Tall Guy and Black Hair stepped up and administered hard slaps across my ass while my skirt was hiked up over my hips and my body was completely exposed.

B seemed to take pity on me then, in my pain, and turned the vibrator on high. I moaned aloud. Forgetting about the men behind me I shifted my hips back and forth reveling in the pleasure.

Just then the bartender, who must have been watching all this time, came over on the pretense of taking our order for another round of drinks. He didn't hesitate to join in the party and stepped up to spank my now tender ass hard. I cried out again and couldn't stop, the sensations in my body were growing so intense I was on the edge of orgasm from the vibration in my pussy. Somehow sensing this, B cut the power and I let out a little whine.

"Aw, she wants more," one of the men behind me observed, and spanked my ass a few more times for good measure. My body was on fire then, from the pain, the humiliation, the pleasure, and all the attention. I could have burst from the slightest touch.

After a few deep breaths I took my next shot just for something to do. I missed. When I finally stood up to turn and look at the men behind me the energy had shifted. Our joking tone from before had faded and visible lust was clouding their faces. I laughed at them all to break the tension and climbed up onto one of the nearby bar stools, still feeling woozy from how close I'd come to orgasm.

Within a few more shots, the game was finished. Me and Black Hair lost, of course. I wasn't disappointed at all.

"Let's mix up the teams," proposed Tall Guy, who was the best player among us. To me he asked in a flirty voice, "can I play with you?" The subtext was unmistakable, but I brushed past it with a smile, tossing out a casual, "sure."

"Shouldn't we make this more interesting?" Red Jacket asked, a grin dawning on his face.

Tall Guy smiled back, "Oh I think so. What do you have in mind?"

Speaking to me, now with a devious look on his face, Red Jacket revealed his plan. "I say, if my team wins, you have to give us both something we ask for. And if you guys win, your teammate can ask for something he wants instead. How does that sound?"

Stepping close to him, and asked, "and what do I get if we win?"

Without hesitating Red Jacket replied, "I think being a little whore for us is all you want, win or lose."

His dirty talk and the explicit proposal of something beyond the game sent a thrill through my body. With the vibrator quiet in my pussy and no shocks to guide me, I replied, "okay. You have a deal." I couldn't help but smile.

The next game passed more seriously now that the stakes had been set. My mind whirled with possibility. What would they ask from me? I felt a buzz of anticipation and want.

As we played the men didn't ease up on their caresses. Between turns they would stand behind me and openly rub my tits or massage my naked ass. They were getting so bold that I worried one of them might slip his fingers inside me and find the vibrator, but that never happened.

Meanwhile B seemed to be ignoring our second game. He gave me neither pleasure nor pain for such a long time that I started to worry. Had I gone too far? Was he upset? When I snuck a glance at him across the bar his face was impassive. He wasn't looking at me anymore, he was almost looking past me. I resolved to get his attention somehow. I hoped the favors these men would ask for at the end of the game would be enough to elicit a response.

In my horny state I was focused on losing while making it look like I'd made a real effort. Of course I wanted the chance to give favors to two men, not just one. Red Jacket had been right. The promise of getting to make myself even sluttier for these men was all I wanted.

Tall Guy and I lost in short order and, although I tried to feign disappointment, I don't think I was very convincing.

Finally, it came time to talk about the terms of our bet. Red Jacket let Black Hair choose his prize first.

My former teammate considered for a moment, before tentatively saying, "That first kiss earlier wasn't enough. I wanna make out with you for a few minutes, out there where everyone can see."

So far we'd been tucked back in the little alcove by the pool table in shadow and relative privacy. Now he was gesturing further out on the bar floor.

I was happy to oblige and followed as he stepped into the main room. He pushed me up against the wall of the bar then, pushing his thigh between my legs to massage my wet and throbbing pussy.

He kissed me hungrily, leaning into me and running his hands up and down my body. He pulled my hair. He pinched my nipples. He grabbed and kneaded my hips and ass. A few people in the bar whistled and whooped.

Finally this got B's attention. At first he rewarded me for my escalation, starting the vibrator out low and slowly edging it up in intensity as I made out with this stranger. But, finally, just as Black Hair was running his fingers up my body and reaching under my flimsy shirt to slide it up and expose my tits to the bar, and as I was pushing my chest up into his hands, and moaning and breathing heavy, it seemed like B had had enough.

All at once the vibrator cut out and I received an excruciating shock to my neck. I yelped from the pain and pushed Black Hair away. I needed a second to compose myself before I could laugh and play it off like him pulling up my shirt had just been the line he couldn't cross.

Aflutter with the feeling of B's jealousy and possessiveness I feigned carelessness and gave Black Hair one last light peck.

For that final kiss I got a soft shock. Alright already! I heard you the first time!

But my remote negotiation with B wasn't over yet. I still had promised one more favor to the boys at the pool table and from the look on Red Jacket's face, I expected he wouldn't be so modest in his request. I stepped up close to him them then batting my eyelashes, all coquettish innocence and curiosity and asked, "Well, sir, what'll it be?"

He touched my chin lightly and leaned down close, as if to kiss me. Instead he leaned in further and whispered into my ear.

"I want to fuck your little mouth, you gorgeous slut. Don't say anything to the others. Just follow me."

My knees went weak at his words. He was so vulgar and explicit. On the one hand, I felt degraded. On the other hand, I was impressed. This man had read me right. He knew exactly what I'd come there to be tonight: a little slut and a plaything. Somehow he maybe even sensed how much I loved sucking cock. Part of me regretted that I wouldn't get to do it. I expected that the second this stranger tried to take me somewhere out of sight B would call it quits.

All the same, I played along and let Red Jacket take my hand and start to lead me away. Tall Guy shot us a confident smirk, although his expression had an edge. Black Hair looked on in dazed confusion.

As we trailed through the room towards the door by the bar I looked over for B's reaction. I kept waiting for him to step in at any moment. I was surprised to find him still leaning back in his chair, sipping his beer, and looking on neutrally. What was going through his mind? I wondered if maybe the batteries on my shock collar had died. If nothing else he certainly would have stopped me that way? I broke character for a moment, raising my eyebrows at B across the bar but he just met my gaze coolly and didn't respond.

My heart was racing then, not just from arousal but from confusion and worry. Had I really gone and crossed some line? Did B ignoring me mean I needed to stop right now and take him home and beg for forgiveness? Or did it mean he was encouraging me? Things had never gone this far and we'd never talked about a scenario like this. I had no way to know what he was thinking.

Before I could get an answer Red Jacket had led me through the door by the bar back to a liquor closet and office space. My mind was struggling to catch up. I hardly thought to wonder whether we were allowed to be back here.

"Hey, ar--" I started before Red Jacket cut me off with his lips. He kissed me deeply, massaging my lips with his tongue and nipping me with his teeth. In the midst of that kiss my worries about B and our trespassing faded for a moment.

When this handsome stranger reached up and pulled off my shirt and pushed me down on to my knees in one fluid motion my mind went totally quiet.

Despite my hours of arousal and the slight buzz blurring the edges of my mind, I was still shocked by my immediate willingness to submit. After all I'd met this man less than an hour ago, the guy I was seeing was still out there somewhere, maybe prohibitively pissed at me, and I was in the back room of some bar in an unfamiliar part of town where I almost certainly shouldn't have been.

Still, as the man before me unzipped his fly and pulled his swollen cock out from his pants I became devoutly focused. It was like playing the slut all night had brought out some essential submissiveness in me. My mind and body flooded with one purpose: to make this man feel good.

He reached down and twined his fingers through my hair then, pulling my head back. I looked up at him with pleading eyes. I let my lips part. I was ready and waiting for him.

To start he placed the tip of his throbbing cock on my soft tongue and tightened his grip on my hair. I circled his cockhead lightly with my tongue never looking away from his eyes.

He let out a groan and leaked precum into my mouth. I lapped it up eagerly, mesmerized by the taste, the feeling of him in my mouth, and the surealness of the situation.

Just then, the vibrator in my pussy whirred back to life. At first relief flooded through me: B and I were still just playing! He wasn't mad! Then I felt a twinge of frustration; he was distracting me right at this crucial moment! I resolved to focus although the pleasure blooming between my legs threatened to pull me under.

The man before me let me play with the end of his cock a bit more before he began to push his length further between my lips. I did my best to focus on him completely.

After awhile he began to fuck my mouth. Starting slow, he let me adjust to how enormous he felt filling me up. When he reached the back of my throat he pushed and pushed to stretch me out. My eyes watered from the feeling.

As he slid in and out of my mouth measuredly, I massaged the underside of his thick cock with my tongue, savoring the silky texture and the burning heat of his skin.

Just then, the vibrator between my legs kicked up to a higher notch. I let out a whimper as pleasure bubbled up in my body.

The man in my mouth took my mews as a sign of my desire. In a way he was right, but of course he couldn't possibly know the true source of my pleasure. He tightened his grip on my hair and began to thrust faster and faster into my mouth.

Between the vibrations in my pussy and the intense mouth fucking my body started to edge toward orgasm. I heard myself starting to moan around this cock but I felt far away, floating on a cloud of sensation.

Finally I felt the toy inside me start to vibrate as intensely as it had all night. I cried out with tremendous release as I crashed sublimely into orgasm. My body shook with waves of pleasure.

The man in my mouth couldn't hold back anymore as he watched my eyes roll and my perky tits bouncing as I came. With a tremendous cry he pulled his cock out of my mouth and erupted on my chest, pulling my hair back hard. Burst after burst of cum splashed onto my body, feeling hot on my sensitive skin. And still the waves of my orgasm hadn't subsided.

Finally Red Jacket released my hair and I dropped to the floor, still writhing with pleasure. He knelt beside me and ran his hands over my body, massaging his cum into my chest and kneading and tweaking my sensitive tits and nipples. I was whimpering and mewing senselessly from his touch and the continued vibration deep in my cunt.

He laughed, saying "God you perfect little slut. Does sucking cock really get you off like that?" In my ecstasy I couldn't even respond. His dirty talk only heightened my sensation.

Eventually he left me there, gasping on the floor, and quickly stepped out through the door we'd come in, closing it behind him.

Once he was gone I reached down and pulled the still whirring toy out from my sopping wet pussy. The sensation had gotten to be too much. I still had no idea what B was thinking, but if he was trying to punish me with too much pleasure he'd very nearly succeeded.

I lay on the floor for a moment with my head spinning, letting the humming in my body slowly recede. Just as I was about to start to pull myself together the sound of the door opening sent a thrill through me.

Standing in the doorway looking down at my cum soaked breasts and exposed pussy was the bartender. He didn't seem surprised to find me there. Instead his face was clouded with lust and hunger.

He shut the door behind him softly and came to stand over me.

"God," he said, with a low growl, "what a pretty little whore."

His words sent a shiver of pleasure through my body. The intense vulnerability of being found lying here by a stranger while covered in another strange man's cum was almost too much to bear. I had half an instinct to cover myself but his penetrating gaze compelled me to stay lying there, open for him.

After gazing down at me for a moment longer he began to move quickly. He unzipped his pants and pulled his already long and hard cock out. The sight filled me with heady want and anticipation. Only seconds ago I'd felt overwhelmed by pleasure and needed it to stop; now without hesitating I was ready for more.

He knelt between my legs and lined his throbbing cock head up with my needy cunt. When he felt my dripping wetness against his member he let out a low growl. He thrust deeply into my body, not bothering to start slow or ease his way in. He filled me up completely, stretching my aching pussy wide around his rock hard dick.

As he began to fuck me he leaned forward to speak directly into my ear. Still in that same low growl he said, "I don't know what games you came here to play tonight, but just know that you are always welcome in my bar. Come back and I will make you my little toy. Tonight I have to leave you and get back to work. But come by any time around closing and we'll take very, very good care of you. Understood?"

My mind was so fuzzy with pleasure and need that I couldn't formulate a response. Instead my brain got stuck on words I didn't like to hear. He'd have to leave me and get back to work? But I needed him inside me just like this!

He fucked me perfectly for a minute or two longer, sending renewed waves of pleasure and want washing over me as he massaged every inch of my throbbing pussy. Then, well before I was ready, he pulled back and stood up to go. I whimpered at the loss of fullness in my pussy and he chuckled.

He was gone before I could even understand what had happened. I was left lying on the floor full of a visceral craving for more. After a moment of lying there in anguish a sharp shock from my collar pulled me back to reality.

Oh god! I was still at the bar! B was still waiting for me! He was probably furious. I'd never lost myself like this before on one of our nights out. I needed to pull myself together and go find him.

From his remote perch in the main room B delivered another light shock and it helped get me moving. Part of me hoped he really was mad and would want to punish me for how I'd acted. My body was still filled with an aching craving. Maybe if I played my cards right I could get B to fuck me roughly back into submission.

I found a bag of clean bar rags in the back room and wiped the cum off my chest and neck as best as I could. I got dressed. Then, finally, I took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped back out into the bar.

B was sitting right where he had been and his eyes were focused on the door to the back room when I opened it to step out. His eyes were fiery and he quickly averted his gaze to look away from me when I came back in. I started to walk towards him then, intending to plead for his forgiveness and ask him to take me home.

En route to B's table, however, I was interrupted by Red Jacket and Tall Guy. They both looked smug and satisfied.

"Your friend left," Tall Guy said.

"I guess he felt a bit cheated once he realized what prizes could have been on the table," Red Jacket smirked.

I struggled to make sense of what they meant. My friend had left? B was right there, and besides, how could they know? Slowly it dawned on me that they meant Black Hair, the guy I'd met at the bar at the start of the night.

"Oh sure," I said absently, trying to push past them to make my way over to B who was still, infuriatingly, avoiding my gaze.

Tall Guy grabbed my waist then and pulled me back towards him. His touch on my overstimulated body sent a wave of need through me.

"Hey, where you going?" he asked. "Be a good girl and play another round with us."

I looked up at him then, his face was clouded with lust. He hadn't gotten a prize from me yet and I could read plainly on his face how much he wanted to. I looked back at B who was still looking away. In that instant I made up my mind. B wanted me to play the slut for him and then ignore me when I was so turned on I could almost burst? Fine. Two could play at that game.

I turned back to my new friends, then, all smiles, and reached up to place a hand on both of their chests. Unconsciously they both stepped in towards me. The heady power of their attraction to me flooded my body.

"Alright boys," I cooed. "But seeing as its just the three of us now I think we should play cutthroat. Winner gets to choose the prize."

Both men broke into grins, looking at each other conspiratorially. In their lust neither of them thought to find it strange that I, who all night had professed to have no knowledge of the game of pool, would know the name of this variation.

Back at the table we racked up. I stepped up to break and pocketed the 8 ball.

"High for me then" I said, and promptly sunk two more balls before missing my third shot.

When I stood up and looked around both men were looking at me in shock. Finally, Red Jacket broke into a grin and laughed. "We got hustled!"

I smiled and stepped away to grab another drink from the bar, letting the men watch me go. As I approached, the bartender gave me a look that nearly knocked me over. His eyes were dark and ravenous; he looked ready to devour me.

Wordlessly he poured me another drink and dipped his finger into the amber liquid. He lifted his finger to my lips and kept his eyes on mine expectantly. Without hesitating I opened my mouth and licked the drop of liquid running down his finger off before sucking the tip in between my lips. He groaned.

After a moment I stepped back and said, keeping my voice low, "I'll come see you. I promise." Then I turned to return to the game with a flush of need consuming my whole body.

I walked back to the table slowly, remembering the feeling of the bartender's cock inside me and craving so much more. My eyes drifted back to the railing of the loft floor at the back of the bar. In that moment inspiration dawned on me. I knew what I wanted for my winnings.

I got back to the game in time for my turn.

"Ah, here's the pool princess herself," Red Jacket laughed. Tall Guy seemed less amused. He stayed quiet.

We played on and I played well. Within a couple rounds Red Jacket was out and Tall Guy and I were tied with a ball apiece.

Determination and need flooded through me. I wanted to win and I wanted to get off. I was worried that if Tall Guy won he'd use me without as much fun for me. All the same, the idea of his needy retaliation didn't exactly turn me off. The thought of him treating me like a little slut and punishing me for tricking them was actually pretty appealing. I supposed it was a win, win. All the same, I focused intently on the game. Now that I had a vision I wanted to execute it.

In my conviction I mostly forgot about B. No more shocks came through the collar. When I thought about him sitting their smugly ignoring me, my dedication to winning only grew.

Finally it came down to my last shot. As I bent over to line the cue up, Red Jacket whistled, looking up my skirt and reveling in the game now that he had nothing to win or lose.

I steadied my hands. I pulled back and pocketed the last ball in one clean shot.

Red Jacket cheered. I stood up smiling. Even the bartender looked over seeming amused. It was nice to win. I walked over to the two men then, nearly bursting at the seams with need to fulfill my desire. If there wasn't a cock inside me within the next few minutes I felt sure that I would die.

Although Tall Guy couldn't hide his contempt he still listened attentively as I leaned in to tell them what I desired.

Speaking to him first I said, "I want you to come upstairs with me to the balcony above the bar and I want you to bend me over the railing and fuck me right there, right now, where everyone can see. And you," I said, turning to Red Jacket, "for now you can watch but don't wait too long. I want you to come up and fuck me next."

They both looked at me for a moment as if struggling to process what I'd suggested. Red Jacket, predictably broke into a grin while Tall Guy looked at me impassively, lust and frustration at losing warring behind his eyes.

My pussy was throbbing between my legs. I felt light headed from the hours of teasing and stimulation and touch. I needed to be fucked now!

Without waiting another instant I grabbed Tall Guy by the arm and pulled him towards the narrow spiral staircase up to the empty second floor loft. He followed.

At the bottom of the stairs he stopped and pulled me back to face him roughly with his arm around my waist. He bent to kiss me hard and reached around to grab my ass under my skirt. I could feel desire and frustration pouring off of him. I liked his rough touch. My body thrilled at the thought that within seconds he would be thrusting into me from behind, channeling all that intensity right into my cunt. I pulled away and started up the stairs with him close behind me.

Right then a shock rang through the collar around my neck that sent pain radiating through my body. I screamed out and stumbled backwards down the stairs, knocking into Tall Guy who fell flat onto the floor.

As I stood catching my breath I noticed B walking over towards us with a smirk on his face. He reached a hand out towards me. I took it and stepped back down to the main floor and over the man sprawled beneath me. B pulled me in for a deep kiss and then held me back to look at me.

"You've been such a good little slut for me tonight," he began, smiling. "Now, should we get out of here? I think I'm ready to have you all to myself."

Relief, joy, and anticipation flooded through me at his words. With the prospect of going home to be fucked perfectly by this man that I adored, I quickly forgot about my games and machinations of the evening.

I let him lead me to the door, desire and satisfaction coursing through my body. As we left I turned to look back and saw the bartender, Red Jacket, and Tall Guy watching me from the bar.

Just outside the front doors B pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hungrily. He growled low as he ran his hands over my body and devoured my tongue and lips. I brought my hand up to feel his thick, hard cock straining in his pants. Heady desire and happiness flooded through me. I'd spent the night playing and flirting and being a little slut for him, and now B was turned on and ready to reward me. I wanted him so bad.

He pressed the keys into my hand then and we tripped over to the car unable to keep our hands off each other. As I backed the car out of the parking lot B leaned over and grabbed my thigh to spread my legs apart. By the time I reached the main road he had slid his hand up to play with my dripping, needy pussy. He caressed my clit lightly and spoke to me in a low, rapturous voice.

"You were such a beautiful little slut for me in there tonight, weren't you?"

Through my intense arousal I could only whimper a small "mhm" in reply.

"I want to tell you about my favorite parts, okay?"

"Okay baby," I managed to say.

"I loved when you let all those strangers bend you over and spank you like the little whore you are. I liked watching your cheeks flush and your eyes roll. You liked that too didn't you?"

"Yes baby," I breathed. He was still lightly massaging my pussy as I drove and although the feeling was sublime and I loved listening to his dirty words I desperately needed so much more. We couldn't get home fast enough.

"And, of course, I liked watching you hustle those idiots and play them at their own game. Even as you were submitting to all of us and playing the little slut you still took control. So sexy," he said, never letting up his teasing massage of my clit. I was so wet I could feel myself soaking the car seat.

"But, you were naughty too, weren't you?" he asked.

"Mhm," I whimpered again.

"What was that?" he asked again, slowly sliding a finger into my craving pussy.

"Yes, I was bad," I said, my voice pitching up into a whine as the sensation of him entering me overtook me.

"You know I'm going to have to punish you for sneaking off, don't you?" he continued, slowly sliding another finger into my desperate cunt.

"Yes, yes baby, okay baby," my words tumbled out in a desperate plea.

"Aw so, sweet," he cooed. "She wants to be punished. Now, will you tell me what you did back there with that stranger?"

My head spun at his words and his touch. He was fucking my pussy properly now with two thick fingers. I was so fucking turned on I could have screamed. I wanted to be punished. I wanted to be his little slut. I wanted him to be jealous and angry and to make me pay.

"I got down on my knees and I sucked his big cock," I said, defiantly.

B growled in the seat next to me and pushed his fingers into me deep and held them there. The pressure was so intense it was almost painful.

"That's disgusting of you, you little slut. It seems you forgot that there's only one cock you get to worship."

As he spoke I heard his free hand rustling with his belt and pants. At that moment we pulled up to a red light only a few blocks from my apartment.

In a flash he pulled his fingers out of my cunt and reached up to grab my hair. He pulled my head down to his lap where he had freed his straining cock from his pants. He roughly shoved my face down onto himself and started to fuck my mouth.

"Did you forget who you belong to, you little whore? Did you forget that only I get to use you like this? Did you forget which cock you belong to?"

I was gagging and choking on his dick as he spoke. His words flooded me with such a deliciously dirty arousal. I wanted to be his little slut. I wanted to worship his cock only. I wanted him to punish me just like this and worse. I whimpered loudly around his thick flesh in my mouth so he would understand that I was agreeing. That I was saying, "yes, yes, yes, I'm yours."

But, at the same time, I hadn't mentioned anything about the bartender coming in to fuck me to B. Even as I played my perfect part in our little game and made myself his, I still kept a secret desire to myself. Even as I submitted to him so completely I kept a bit of control.

Eventually the light turned green and he released my head so that I could sit up to drive. Within a few minutes we were home and rushing up the stairs to my place.

When we reached my front door he kissed me hungrily again and growled into my ear, "it's time for your punishment you little slut. Go bend over the dining room table and wait for me. And don't you dare take that skirt off."

I did as he said, pulling a chair away so that I could lean over with my hands on the table and present myself to B. I heard him putzing around in my apartment for a moment: using the restroom, grabbing a beer from the fridge. Finally he stepped up behind me and pressed his hips into my ass. I could feel his cock straining for me.

First he reached up and pulled my flimsy shirt off over my head, freeing my needy nipples. He massaged my breasts for a moment with his big palms, knowing how much I loved the feeling. After a moment he brought his ice cold beer can up and pressed the cold metal against my tender nipples. Thrilling arousal ran through me at the feeling.

Finally he bent me flat over the table and growled into my ear.

"Have you been bad tonight?"

"Yes," I breathed in response, the anticipation nearly killing me.

"And do you deserve to be punished?"

"Yes," I whimpered again.

"Good girl."

With that he pulled back and sent a shock through my collar before beginning to spank me mercilessly. I cried out and moaned through my punishment. I could tell he liked the sound. Certainly I loved the feeling of him disciplining me like this. Memories of the bar and the pool table flooded my mind. It had already been such a perfect night and still I needed more.

As if he could read my thoughts I heard B unzipping his fly. Within a moment he had gripped my hip and was massaging my dripping wet slit with his throbbing cock head. He teased me like this for an excruciating while, pausing to rub my clit specifically before running back up my length again. He had so much restraint when it came to playing with me. I whimpered, ready to beg for him if I had to.

Then finally, finally! after my hours of need and waiting, B thrust into me with abandon. The feeling of him filling me up sent the most exquisite rush through every inch of my body. I had to grip the table not to pass out from pleasure.

For long, delicious minutes he fucked me like that, with my chest pressed down flat against the table. His cock fit perfectly inside me. My wetness, from the hours of stimulation and anticipation, coated his dick and dripped down my thighs as he churned inside me.

After awhile he twisted his fingers into my hair and pulled me up off the table so that just my finger tips could touch. He held me close to him like that while still tilting my hips forward for perfect access to my pussy. It was an intense and vulnerable position. He hit even deeper inside me like that as he thrusted and the pressure was so consuming and complete that it nearly ached. With his free hand he massaged my tits and pinched and pulled on my sensitive nipples.

Later he brought his hand up and wrapped it around my exposed neck and choked me lightly, holding me firm in his big palm, while still thrusting into my again and again, filling me perfectly. God it was so sublime.

He administered another few shocks to my collar then, growling as the pain jolted his hand around my neck too. He never let go, though. He held me firm and continued to fuck me hard from behind. In a low voice he spoke into my ear.

"You were perfect for me tonight. My gorgeous little slut. My shock collar slut."

And at his words I finally tipped over the edge. My pussy pulsed on his cock, melting into perfect orgasm. Pleasure consumed my body completely as I shuddered with release in B's arms. He held me tight to his chest, breathing heavy and keeping his cock pressed as deep inside me as it could fit. The moment was so fucking perfect after our night of games and waiting and needing. I felt perfectly happy.

Finally the intense waves of my orgasm subsided and B scooped me up in his arms and carried me back to my bed. I felt sleep pulling on me as we kicked the last of our clothes off and curled up together. It had been a long day and an intense night of suspension and attention. Before drifting off we made love one more time, sweetly wrapped in my warm blankets and each other.

After everything, as we lay together in bed fading into sleep, images from the night came back to me. The bartender's intense gaze on me as I entered. Being pushed down onto my knees in the storage closet. Being caressed and spanked and doted on all night by several men. I loved B and I loved our games, but the bartender's offer still rang in my ears. I knew some day I would go back and I looked forward to that day.