Don had found it on eBay and given it to her on her birthday: a heavy, wide, gold-plated collar, delicately engraved with the name Precious One . Anita often wondered whether it had belonged to a large, slobbery and beloved dog…or another slave. But no matter, it was beautiful and it gave her goosebumps every time she removed it from the drawer, because of what came next. Cradling it in her open hands as though it was a crown, Anita would carefully rise until she was standing upright then turn and walk, with slow, formal steps, out of the bedroom, down the stairs and into the living room, trying to breathe normally while checking out of the corners of her eyes to be sure that Don had remembered to close the drapes. Because it wouldn’t do for the neighbors to see what was about to happen: Anita, completely naked, kneeling and prostrating herself before her husband, her face to the floor, her arms stretched out in front of her, her hands offering the collar. Don would always ignore her at first, and Anita loved that, being made to wait in that submissive pose, completely still and silent. Often it was her first tranquil moment in days or even weeks, and she was grateful for it, happy to just be aware of her breathing as it began to slow and soften, and of her mind, usually a whirlwind of anxious and angry thoughts, as it gradually settled until the only thing that needed to be done was wait. Maybe that was the best part. Or was it when Don, having learned to judge exactly the right moment, would put his reading aside, lean down to take the collar from her hands, then gently brush her hair away from her neck before enclosing it within the collar, fastening it with a firm click? For Anita that one sound, the smooth, metallic latching of the collar around her neck, was the sound of a door being closed on her entire, frantic daily existence. There was no company to run, no clients to placate, no employees to supervise; there was nothing at all beyond her awareness of the collar, the cool metal encircling blowjob her neck. There was no Anita. There was only Precious One. The slave. And no matter how many times Anita played this role, that final moment of transition from CEO to slave-girl never failed to make her nipples harden. The rest of the evening MILF would be variations on a theme. Usually at this point Don would clap his hands, the signal for her to sit up in her kneeling position: back straight, hands resting palms up on her thighs and her attention entirely focused on her husband. Anita loved this part because it almost always resulted in her first spanking of the evening. Don would pretend to continue his reading, although they both knew that he was watching her for the slightest sign of inattention, which she was only too happy to provide. A moment’s wavering glance, the slightest turning of the head or hint of restlessness outdoor in her posture and he would say, in the calmest of voices, “Down.” Anita would immediately turn in place and resume her earlier prostrate position, her face to the floor and her behind held high in the air, within easy reach. Don would always wait until redhead she was literally quivering with anticipation – usually not a very long wait – before delivering two open-handed swats, one to each cheek. The first two were just warm-ups, they both knew that. threesome Afterward Anita would resume her kneeling position and Don would return to his reading – until her attention ‘wandered’ again. The next two slaps would be noticeably harder, the wait before he struck – and the time between the slaps - longer. And the next two after that, and the next two, and the next… They had never gotten beyond ten slaps during this stage of the evening because usually well before that Anita would be literally biting her lip, her breath rushing in and out of her nose, as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. Damn, how does she blowjob look so beautiful when she just got out of bed? They were so big and slutty... I don't want to punish you again ... I tell them that mid-afternoon sounds great. "Why? When her MILF tongue dabbed at the cum bubble on the tip of his quivering fuck pole, and her lips sucked on the big purple head, while she continued outdoor her slow steady pumping, Evan grunted, feeling his big dick being devoured by his very sexy niece. Ravi had a bird's view of the top of her creamy threesome breasts. The following gushes covered her stomach, filled redhead her navel. The body of the monster dangled between Erin's leg's like some freakish green and black penis. What is normal?