Free Extreme Submission: Stories of Sex on the Edge by Audra Morgan Page B

another ramming mercilessly into my ass, I passed out.
    I awoke , having no idea how much time had gone by.  I was still blindfolded, and I realized I had been left on the sofa, but I felt warmer.  I was still naked, but I was covered with something.  A blanket, perhaps?  I felt disoriented, and I trembled beneath the blanket as the pain began to fully hit me once again.  I realized my hands were no longer tied, but I was afraid to move, not sure who might be in the room and what was in store for me.  I lay there as still as possible until I felt a hand brush across my face, and I instinctively backed away from it.  To my surprise, the hand stroked my cheek softly, then grasped the top of the blindfold, slipping it up over my head.
    I t took me a while to adjust to the light in the room, but I finally made out a face in front of mine.  "That was amazing," my boyfriend whispered, reaching out to gently stroke my hair.  "Thank you so much for suggesting it."
     
     

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    Jessica lay silently on her stomach in the posh hotel room Owen had reserved for their anniversary weekend.  They'd shared an amazing dinner of crab cakes and blackened redfish, with beignets for dessert.  She was full and drowsy, and the ridiculously comfortable mattress was drawing her closer and closer to sleep.  As she began to drift off, Owen entered the room with a large black bag.  She smiled lazily at him, and he smiled back and tossed the bag onto the bed.  "Time to get up, Sleepyhead," he said with a wicked grin, and despite her state of languor, she immediately rose from the bed and stood naked and awaiting further instructions.  "Put this on the bed."  He handed her a black blanket which was water resistant on one side and silky smooth on the other.  Jessica spread it across the bed, making sure the entire surface was covered.  Goosebumps formed on her arms as she smoothed the blanket down and pondered what might be in store that required such preparations.
    "Come over here and turn around," Owen ordered her gently, and she walked towards him, turning to face away from him as soon as she reached him.  She wanted to throw her arms around him, to embrace him and profess her love, but instead she stood silently, her back to him, and waited.  Owen placed his hands at the back of her neck, unbuckling the simple leather collar she'd been wearing for so long that it felt odd whenever she didn’t have it on.  "I thought you deserved something that suits you a bit better," he said as he removed the collar from her neck.  He reached over her head and placed a thick stainless steel collar around her throat.  He closed the hinge carefully, making sure not to pinch her, and he sighed in relief as he discovered it was a perfect fit.  He took a tiny screw and an allen wrench from the bag and locked the collar shut.  "You'll need to ask me to unlock it if you need to take it off.  Since you hate traveling by plane, you shouldn't have any reason to remove it."  He grasped her shoulders and spun her around to face him, and they both smiled widely at each other. 
    Jessica's hands rose up to feel the smooth metal band, and she was overcome with joy.  It was just a symbol, but it was a powerful one, and she fought the urge to run to the mirror and admire her new collar.  They’d been with each other for two years now, and she’d accepted his collar a little over a year ago.  She’d worn it with pride, but she was so happy to have this more enduring symbol of their bond.  She felt completely on top of the world, and she had never been happier than she was in this moment.
    "It's perfect on you.  Now sit on the bed, I'm not quite done with our anniversary celebration."  Jessica took a seat on the edge of the bed, and Owen slipped a leather blindfold over her head.  She smiled, knowing something wonderful always followed when he used the blindfold on her.  "I'm not binding your hands or feet this time, but I want you to