Bella, having made the decision sometime before that she would beg his collar, even if she hadn't planned to do it quite as soon as this. In preparation, she had sought out the quote she had used the first time when she begged Mel's collar. Diane had given it to her then and she liked it even more now. She had changed a few bits to make it fit her new love and she willed herself to start speaking as she gazed from the collar up to Stephen's face. He had stopped smiling and seemed to be considering her seriously as she took long moments to gather her scattered thoughts.
"Loving someone as I do you is not just about what is going on in my heart but my mind as well. I can see clearly how our life is now and how it will be in the future. I accept and want that and everything that comes with it. I will be true to you, whatever the pain, because not loving you would be a pain much greater," she paused and swallowed nervously as she voiced her choice to be his.
"I choose a man who compels my strength and makes enormous demands on me. I choose one who does not doubt my courage or my toughness or, believe me, naive or innocent. I choose a man who has the courage to treat me like a woman." Her voice started to break in her anxiousness to speak with her heart as well as her head. "I accept and understand who you are and what you ask of me and I offer you the gift of my submission and trust you to cherish it and hold it close to your heart. May I please wear your collar My Lord to show all others that I belong to and with you always."
"I am not such a fool as to wait for a second longer," Stephens smile appeared again and he took the collar from its box and secured it about her throat. "Mine," he growled deeply and pulled her up by the collar kissing her fiercely. Here was the perfect place and with the sight and sound of her in his dungeon, begging his collar he gave rise to his dark need to dominate her right there and then. He pushed her back from him catching her by the collar alone, trusting in the maker for its strength. "That is not the only jewellery you will wear for me today," he dragged her behind him to a bench on the far wall and opened a drawer taking out a glittering gold chain.
"You chose this, you begged for this life because you are a pain whore, a fuck toy and you want to serve my sadistic needs," he said darkly pushing her back onto the bench to lie at his waist height looking up at him. Hold onto the legs of the bench with both hands and do not let go," he instructed as he pinched her nipples hard, twisting them painfully to hear her whimper and yelp. "You knew what serving me would entail, and still you embraced it and begged for it," he continued to speak as he clamped both of her nipples with the gold chain.
"Yes, My Lord," she whimpered feeling her eyes well with tears already as she felt his hand force her legs wider and after a moment of fondling the cold metal of the clamp surround her clit. She cried out and blinked the first tears to her cheeks, and he yanked on the chain to test the firmness of the clamps.
"Fuck," he groaned and pulled her from the bench to kneel at his feet. Freeing his cock he tangled his fingers in her hair and brought her face to it giving her no time to play or worship it as he normally did he pushed it into her mouth eager for the release that had been building since they had woken up that morning. He stared down at her turned on all the more by the tears and drool that fell from her face as she gurgled trying to keep up with his thrusts into her mouth. He went deep and held her head tight to his pelvis until she bucked with the need for air and pulled her off his cock reefing her head back to look down into her face as she gulped in large breaths. The sight of her messy and tear streaked undid him and he fisted his cock unloading jets of cum onto her face to mix with the tears and drool.
Using one hand still tangled in her hair, he pulled her to her feet and released the clamp on her clit making her howl for him as he quickly shoved two fingers into her slippery wet cunt. She shook in her need as he pumped his fingers roughly in and out of her.
"Beg me," he growled, "beg to cum on my hand."
"Oh god," she sobbed breathlessly, "Please let me cum, I'm a whore, a slut a fuck toy anything you want, please My Lord, I need to cum," she begged her body shaking with her need.
"Come then pain whore," he rammed his fingers into her hard and held tight to her hair as she arched and jerked in an erotic dance on his hand. When she had almost stopped shaking so hard, he grinned and pulled his hand from her wiping it over her belly and under her breasts roughly knocking the clamps still holding to the soft pink buds tightly.