The Collaring of Yara, Pt. 01

This story continues my Saga, and is a build-up for a new series. Don't worry though, there are still juicy parts in it. Before reading this series I recommend starting from my "Repercussions" series to understand the background and characters. (Despite those stories' low rating on Literotica, I assure you they are top-notch.) As always, my stories include hardcore BDSM, domination, a touch of mind-control, and a touch of misogyny (though I love women, and women themselves often love misogyny and misogynists, so there's a stumper for you...)

This story is fictional, but based on real-life events. No real people were physically hurt, or forced to do anything against their will, during the creation of this story. Though some people may be emotionally hurt, maybe even severely butt-hurt, when they read it. So continue at your own discretion.

--Master Enzo.

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Sometimes, the most exquisite and breathtaking of flowers is found growing in the most unexpected of places. And that is where I first encountered the beautiful, enticing young female named Yara.

I was just driving back home from a rather uneventful day at the office. All the regular operations were running smoothly as I had designed them, which means I had little to do on any of those fronts. Some major developments were in the pipe in several of the companies I was involved in, but those were in a stage that did not yet require, or no longer required, my direct involvement.

So there was not much to do. I treated Cumrag and took her out for a long lunch at a fancy restaurant. For dessert I gave her My Cock to suck on in the car on the way back. I held her head down firmly in My Lap as she gulped down My Seed. So it was a rather routine day.

One of my employees had called during the drive, and I was still talking to him while parking. Once I had answered his actual question, he kept asking more and more follow-up questions, which were becoming more and more pointless. I became eager to brush him off, especially as I had stopped just outside the parking garage and was just sitting in the car till I could end the conversation, which should have been an email anyway. And that was when I first set eyes upon the gorgeous Yara creature.

She was walking on the sidewalk past my car. The first glimpse I saw of her was from the back. She wasn't wearing anything fancy, just a plain grey house dress and flip-flops. Her long, light-brown hair was made up in a simple everyday ponytail. And yet, this simple attire served only to accentuate what a stunning female specimen she was.

I immediately noticed how her slim dress snugly hugged her perfectly proportioned hourglass curves. OK sure, as the irreparable sex maniac that I am, I instantly checked out her offerings. And yet I assure you, the sight of her backside was so alluring that any warm-blooded male would have done the same. Furthermore, through that dress I could not help but notice the distinct contour of a petite, naughty thong that sat perfectly on her tantalizing hips, wonderfully highlighting her juicy, young, sexy ass-buns as she walked.

Yara, at the time I didn't know her name yet, held a plastic garbage bag in her hand, and was on her way to take out the garbage. Oh well, even babes with stunning asses need to do house chores, I thought to myself. And since I knew the nearest dumpster was not far away, I decided to wait in the car as I was half-listening to my employee drone on and on, replying shortly and on automatic. I would wait there, hoping to check out the vixen's front if she returns the same way. I was half-expecting disappointment, sort of a Two-Face situation for chicks that have a beautiful booty but ruin it completely when they turn around.

Sure enough, the suspected voluptuous beauty came back just a while later, minus the garbage bag, and I was definitely not disappointed about her front. Her complexion was light, she had big beautiful blue eyes, high cheek-bones, a pert button nose, and luscious pink lips. And, if anything could be more perfect than that tight sexy ass of hers, it would be her breasts. She sported a magnificent set of plump, bubbly, medium sized melons that were marvelously sculpted, almost cheeky in the way they subtly but noticeably jiggled as she walked. And though she appeared to be wearing some type of bra, still her perky young nipples were clearly visible, poking naughtily through the fabric like fresh young flower-buds hungry for sunlight.

At that second I resolved -- I just had to have me a piece a'that pussy. I just had to dip my finger in that tight, sweet little pie hole. Beautiful young fertile pussy should be taken by Superior Alpha Cock, it is a Law of Nature -- a simple, undeniable, biological truth.

Always strive for contact, that is what I learned in my days in the infantry. And this is true for an armed combatant enemy as much as it is true for a hot babe. Though the latter is always much cuter -- it is far more pleasurable to make love than to make war. And of course the objective is different -- to shoot My Sperm into her and not lead. But the basic principle for the beginning of the process is the same -- initiate contact.

However by the time I managed to finally end the annoying call, Yara was nowhere to be seen. I quickly circled around the adjacent streets, but she was gone. Since she was walking around in house clothes taking out the trash, and disappeared quickly into one of the houses, the obvious conclusion was that she must live, or is staying somewhere near. But I had no way to know exactly where and no way to contact her. Odd that I wasn't aware of this stunning neighbor of mine until now. She must be new to the neighborhood. All I could think of doing that moment was go on with my life, in the chance that I would bump into her again soon. You know, as a prerequisite of bumping into her more intimately, with full pelvis-swing.

Later as I came home, My faithful house-slave Fuckpet was dutifully awaiting me. 'Food, pussy', was the text I sent her about an hour previously, to let her know what services I required of her that evening and in what order. I found that giving her an informative head's up often helped her to better serve me. In accordance with my message, she greeted me at the door wearing an apron. Only.

"Master," she chimed, curtsying respectfully, "Master is home."

Master's arrival is always a tense moment for a slave, since basically anything can happen once He steps in the house. Anything from politely greeting her, ignoring her, pushing her away even. Or commanding her to strip and assume position to be whipped to a pulp for some real or conceived infraction. Or perhaps taking her to the bedroom and either making sweet passionate love to her, or raping her savagely and painfully with My Cock or perhaps even with some lewd, agonizing device. This caused Fuckpet to always be in a state of dread, anxiety, excitedness, and immense physical arousal whenever her Owner was about to enter the house. She double-checked everything before Master's arrival -- food ready, fresh and warm, house clean and orderly; face, hair and nails made-up nicely, lips lubed, pussy fresh and tidy.

In response to her greeting me at the door, I opened my arms invitingly, and the slave sighed in relief. Probably no whipping or other torment tonight, as long as I keep Master content, she thought to herself. She ran to me, wrapped her arms around me, and erotically lifted one leg in the air as she welcome-kissed her Lord and Protector.

"Oh Master, your loving slave has missed you so...", her sweet submissive voice tweeted.

I had only left for the day.

"I have prepared steak and green beans, Master's favorite. This slave hopes Master will find it to his liking" she said.

After serving the food she took her place standing at attention, at my side as I ate at the kitchen table, hands behind her back, pushing her tits up behind the apron. I asked her how her day was, did she do her studying assignments, workout, house chores, did she get her period, was she especially sore in any of her holes from previous sessions, the usual.

When I was finished eating I took her to the bedroom and claimed her delightful little pussy.

"Oh, Master," she writhed with My Cock deep inside her, "I missed you so...."

Fuckpet's pussy is one of the sexiest, most enticing attractions known to man. Sweet, tight, timid, and submissive. It is also ultra-sensitive and responsive, especially to the dominating presence of Superior Alpha Cock. Fuckpet's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as My Cock spread the lips of her sex, She splayed her legs open, inviting me in Me deeper, grinding her cute petite ass up towards me, wanting Me insatiably, while lathering me with loving kisses on My Neck and Chest.

But even as I lay on top fucking her, My Erect Manhood soothed and enveloped by her warm tight folds, all I could think about was that mysterious bombshell in the grey house-dress. Fuckpet was trying her best to please her Master, but I was distracted -- I couldn't get the image of that tight, perfect, thong-framed ass out of my head.

I drew out.

"This unworthy slave so sorry Master," said Fuckpet, her female intuition picking up on my discontent.

My body language spelled it out, and her trained, sensitive, supplicating love-organ felt it on her Master's Cock. Something was wrong. A situation such as this could potentially deteriorate quickly for the slave.

"What more can this lowly slave do to please its Master?" she asked, trying her best to salvage the situation.

"Perhaps Master would prefer a different hole," she pondered, "a tighter one?"

With that she smiled mischievously, moving her hand down and spreading the entrance to her alluring, tight asshole with her fingers.

"I could prepare it for My Lord," she continued in an enticing voice.

"Or would Master prefer it more... umm... intense", she winced, as if anticipating the pain of a forceful, aggressive invasion.

I grabbed her hips and flipped her over, spat down in between her ass-cheeks, and reamed My Cock up her familiar rectal passage.

"Ohhhh... Master... yes Master... use your loyal slave,... cum in your slave's ass Master...," she coaxed, as I accepted her offer for anal copulation.

Within several swift thrusts I soon creamed into her bottom intestines.

But the whole time my mind was not there, I still couldn't stop thinking about the mysterious garbage-bag beauty. Who is she? Where is she? And most importantly, how do I make fucking her a reality.