I walked across the room to our large lounge chair which faced the couch. When I got there, I turned around and looked at her, awaiting her command. She smiled at me, saying nothing for a few seconds; I could see her staring with pleasure at my d**k as it swayed stiffly, pointing at her. Finally, she said, “Sit.”
When I did, she went on. “I see that you’re aroused. Do I turn you on?”
“Yes,” I said.
“I’m glad. And do you like wearing the collar?”
“Yes,” I said again, this time in a choking whisper.
“I thought so. You love me and adore me, and you love being mine. You want to be mine. You lust to be all mine.”
“Oh God yes.”
“Show me. Show me how much this turns you on. I want you to beat off. I want you to stroke that stiff c**k of yours for my enjoyment.”
I slid my right hand down m
