Collaredlez

Sarah knew that most of her time was not spent like this - but it felt like it.

She cherished the early-morning hours, kneeling at her young, beautiful mistress asleep in bed until her alarm rang, her feet hit the carpet, and she had the honor of greeting each foot with a good morning kiss - an acknowledgement of her ravenous lust, undying devotion, and utter submission to her.

Though watching her mistress leave for work each morning was sad, she could still find a slave's virtue in completing her daily domestic chores. The distance made her heart ache, but she steeled herself and used it as a reminder of just how important serving her mistress completely was.

Many days, her wandering thoughts would lead her back to her days in the harem. She had accepted her inferiority later than most women who beg a collar. But she still managed the honor of serving as a pleasure slave for a major Goddess by virtue of her absolute obedience - and her assholes' endurance in the face of countless women's onslaught.

Yet most days she spent most of her time advertising her body to the Goddess' customers, only to be passed over for fresher meat. More often than not, when she was honored with selection by a free, superior woman, she was used as a fluffer - staring longingly from her knees until her mouth was needed to soothe a sore slave butthole, lube a customer's strapon, or conveniently empty their bladders.

That's when she met her future Mistress. 

At least fifteen years her junior - with sharp, distant grey eyes. As if her mind were always occupied by something more important than what was in front of her. And Sarah was what was in front of her. So she was shocked when she picked her to spend her money on.

After escorting the dazzling young woman to her private quarters, Sarah was somewhat surprised to find she was the only slave that had been selected. She kneeled bedside, bare save her regulation collar constricting her neck, holding her head high and shoulders upright. In the periphery of her left eye, she could see the woman with her back turned to her, pouring herself a glass of wine. 

She took one sip, inhaled deeply, and still facing away from her announced - "I don't care if you're been prepared for use. I intend to clean you out myself and ensure you are ready for me. Do you understand, slave?"

"M-ma'am - yyess Ma'am."

Her stumbled words betraying her arousal and enrapturement.

Not bothering to clip a leash for the short walk to the bathroom, Sarah's renter locked an index finger around a collar hoop so that she may obediently crawl with her at a respectful distance. 

In that confined, echoing space, she beckoned Sarah to her feet, and began a thorough inspect of her body, all while making surprisingly disarming smalltalk with the slave. She asked for her name. How long she had been a slave. Why she had waited so long to accept what she really was. What she did before submitting to superior women. All as she turned her head from cheek to cheek, neck up, breasts fondled, and buttcheeks caressed, then gripped, then slapped from the front.

"This'll do. Get in position. I want to see what I came here for."

Sarah straddled over the squatty potty in the corner, facing away from the young fox. She made sure to stay standing, her hands folded behind her head and knees bent. She wanted to prove her endurance without a word.

She bent to meet Sarah's rear. In a moment of silence, she spread her cheeks and stared, breathing steadily. Sarah obediently and instinctually winked her slavehole - a crucial nonverbal queue of enthusiastic submission many women expect. Though she had winked her sphincter for many women before, and was already taken aback by this girl's beauty - she felt an inexplicable, deeper connection with her as she stared at her asshole muscle wink open and close.

Sarah heard latex smack against wrist, and her hole was immediately and unceremoniously invaded by an enema tool on hand.

As her colon filled up, Sarah finally learned a little bit about her renter, Lexi.

What her career was, her aspirations, her bitch of a boss.

"That's very interesting, Ma'am. Similar to what I used to do."

Why did this young woman want her? She was distant. Cerebral. Austere. 

And Sarah found it irresistible.

She expected her legs to start shaking, yet her physical concentration somehow had honed in to serve Her as perfectly as possible.

Even as her mind oozed lust and her heart melted in humiliation - as the woman stopped her small talk to proclaim "Expel." And Sarah's asshole obeyed instantly, loudly and forcefully pushing the clear water against the base of the squatty potty.

"Good retention. Even better volume. Impressive. You've seen some use, but have keep your hole in top shape. Well done, slave."

Sarah breathed heavily as fingernails ran from the back of her knee up thigh, tickling the rim of her right buttcheek.

"Now. let's see if it lasts the evening."

Sarah laid her breasts flat against the bed's top sheets, bent at the waist. A gag was added to her limited attire, and from the mirror opposite the bed, watched her renter strap on to conquer her asshole.

The entry was swift and rough. Though she was used to the treatment, Sarah made sure she gasped audibly beneath her gag. She wanted Lexi to feel in charge. To feel her power and exert it over Sarah. To become the Goddess that Sarah felt she was in her heart.

Without orders otherwise, Sarah kept eye contact with Lexi through the mirror, and visa versa, as she mercilessly pounded her butthole, girlcock sloshing straight in and straight out again and again. As well honed as her hole had become, Sarah strained against Lexi's onslaught, her asshole already sore and loosening by the minute as Lexi channeled her youthful vigor and professional frustrations with every clap of Sarah's cheeks. For but a moment she dipped her head down to gasp and breath deeply. Immediately, Lexi halted. And Sarah's heart stopped. 

She rudely pulled out from all the way inside. Grabbed her hip, and flipped her over and onto the bed. Looking down but a moment, Sarah squirmed forward so that Lexi's member could find its intended target. Smooth, gentle, intimate strokes rattled through Sarah's dominated hole, still pulsing against the preceding assault. But quickly it relaxed, and hugged the form of Lexi's strapon tight, fitting perfectly against it as she felt her gspot begin to tremble against her inner anal wall. Those sharp, distant grey eyes now staring right into hers. She couldn't help but blush. The strokes halted for a moment as Lexi undid the gag, letting Sarah pop it out of her mouth herself.

I'm considering buying you.

Stunned. Absolutely stunned.

I'd - I'd be honored beyond words, Ma'am. I promise I'd serve you so well, in any way you want.

​You have to prove your worth it though. By proving you know your worth.

​Yes Ma'am, whatever you want Ma'am. You command, I obey.

You're going to want to cum soon. You can't hide it. 

She practically whispered, as her hips lightly jutted back and forth, teasing Sarah's now thoroughly conquered asshole mercilessly. 

You won't if you want to be my slave. You won't cum until I kiss your lips. And if you do, then you'll be mine. Forever.

Sarah's jaw slacked opened as her eyes rolled back, and blurted out a hymnic "Yesssss Maaaaa'ammmmm"

That night, Sarah was lost in time. Lexi rode her hole harder and faster and harder and faster, until eventually their foreheads touched. Their breath mingling. Sarah could've blacked out then and there. Yet she held firm. Finally, with her eyes closed, she felt a pair of lips grab and hers, and engulf them. Her breath stopped. Her heart stopped. And her asshole let go, still for but a moment and then utterly overcome in the convulsions of anal orgasmic bliss. Once she had calmed down, Lexi lifted her head up and Sarah looked upon her conqueror. As her strapon came out, she made sure the wrecked hole sang of its submission and thankfulness to her. And for the first time that night, the austere young woman cracked a smile and a laugh at the slave's ritual humiliation.

That morning, Lexi paid to buy out Sarah, and in front of her and the managing mistresses of the harem, recited the all important oath.

I am slaved to Mistress Lexi.

I will obey her with all my body.

I will worship her with all my soul.

I will love her with all my heart.

That night, finally at home with her Mistress, Sarah was ridden yet again to anal bliss.

Sarah went through great mental effort to remember every detail, every touch, every trust deep inside her colon. And cherished it all. Most of the time, this was enough fantasizing to get her through her daily chores. Her work was often thorough, and Lexi was a fair mistress. Shortcomings were punished, but most weeks when she was put over her young mistress' knees for a spanking, it was for conditioning instead of correction. Sarah understood. She was thankful Mistress Lexi would take the time to remind her of her place. Age was just a number - a collar, a conquered asshole waiting every night on the floor for her beloved Goddess - a far more important quality.