The Hidden Jackson

I feel something wrapping around my neck. I assume it is the collar I brought in. I don’t even know why I picked it up. I was intrigued, so I brought it along with a lead, my own mind wondering how a collar and lead could possibly make sex better.

I hear a clicking sound, the lead clipping onto the back of the collar.

Suddenly everything stops; nothing is happening at all. I am leaning, bent over the bed. I wait. Then suddenly, I feel his cock impale my arse quickly. I begin screaming from pleasure, going to move, but I am unable to, my body perfectly bent over the bed, my legs tied down, and my arms bound.

He has me at an angle that my only way out is the safe word, but I am not going to be saying that, not now. This is amazing. He slowly pulls it out again. Once again, I am lying here waiting, my body preparing for the same thing to happen. Instead, I feel a sharp whip across my butt. Before I can even think straight, his cock again impales my arse, making me scream more. He quickly