kitty collar

my neck was outstretched to accept the constriction you offered, instead of placing the collar around my neck, you placed your heavy black boot on the back of my throat, causing me to writhe under the weight of this restriction. your eyes closed, ever so slightly, causing wrinkled creases to form at the corners, as your orbs tried to pierce my being. impervious to your glare, i squirmed and wriggled in a veiled attempt to free myself from your confinement, the pressure increasing ever so slightly with each passing moment, until my breath was raspy and caught on your boot lace. threading my desire so completely, i have become interlaced and complicit in your desire for my surrender. my will has become your desire, i am your supplicant, do with me as you wish, as if you need this permission. control and domination is your answer and i am the question.
your senses are attuned to my yielding flesh, at the very moment of my surrender, your boot raises in triumph over my awaiting flesh. i raise myself from being fully prostrated at your feet to a kneeling position, just within reach of your gloved hand. my efforts are met with a hard strike to my left cheek, i present you with my other cheek, you strike this side with even more strength and controlled contempt, my eyes leak salty liquid. the stinging flesh rises to meet the onslaught of your aggression, my skin reddens from the heat of your disgust for my greedy flesh. you know the depth of my depravity and take advantage of my need. take away any defense  i have left to deny you my desire, you will not be goaded by my hunger. my head bows willingly, at last, you place your collar around my obedient neck, i surrender to your control. make it tight, make it tight, tight. make it bite, make it bite, bite. i've got your secret, i'm sure i'm gonna keep it.
you leave me kneeling, head bowed, waiting, yearning, with fear given every chance to blossom. under your controlled stare i try to steady my quickening heartbeat, anticipating your return, a gasp escapes my blood reddened face. the heat rising from my cheeks greets your caress, soothing my resolve, eyes dare not meet your measured gaze, though they ache for the sight of you. my attentiveness is turned toward the boots that stand straddled before me, my mouth longs for the taste of their well oiled skin. your booted foot rises from the floor, you hold it before my awaiting mouth, not yet, you make the agony that much more exquisite, knowing my need will become more pronounced with every inhalation. you know this by the parting of my lips and the sight of my tongue being restrained behind my jagged teeth, my trained desire does not escape you. your raised boot is maneuvered behind my back and skillfully placed between my shoulder blades, where you apply the needed pressure that causes me to fall face forward onto your remaining boot. i inhale the rich aroma of the leather and with apprehension begin to lick the toe of my master's boot, the aroma intoxicates me, the taste, indulges me. i am yours.
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