A Collegiate Collar (Invite only)

Music was blaring from the DJ’s station at the front of the cafeteria. Josh couldn’t make out the exact song, and even though the girls were practically fucking on the dance floor, it really wasn’t his scene. It was the week before the first week of college and all the freshmen and transfer students were going through orientation. This impromptu dance was part of orientation, a way for students to meet and mingle. Or so they claimed. The campus was theoretically a dry one, but someone had definitely spiked the punch. People were going to get laid tonight and from the predatory way his orientation leader had talked to the girls in his group, Josh was pretty sure this was the payment most of the volunteers had planned on taking for themselves in lieu of pay.

There was nothing particularly spectacular about Josh. At 18 he was a big guy, but not football player big. He was a smart kid, but not valedictorian material. He hadn’t stood out in high school but he’d done well enough to get a full tuition scholarship to a good private school. It only covered tuition though; books, board and housing he’d have to work to pay for. He’d have to trudge for four more years so he could trudge through the rest of his life working to make ends meet. C’est la vie.

The only thing really spectacular that happened to him in high school had happened this past summer. He was running a small lawn cutting business, which made him pretty good money since it was all under the table, and one of the people he serviced was a widow. She had invited him in for tea after he cut her lawn one afternoon. She couldn’t pay him that afternoon and offered to let him take it out in trade. That lead to a two month sexual odyssey that introduced Josh into a world of fetishes and kinks that up to that point he had only read about on literotica.com.

Josh shook the memories from his head. Finding a girl like that at college was unlikely at best. For most 18 year olds their sexual experience was limited to fondling in the back of cars or short romps when their parents were gone for the weekends. Few, if any, had spent weeks on end living out the dominant/submissive lifestyle with a willing and eager switch and her friends. No, he had to live in the now.

Josh moved between the various groups as the freshmen tried to sort themselves out. He shook hands with people he knew, other accounting or mathematics majors and the people he’d met during orientation. Nothing exciting was going on and he wasn’t the kind of guy who could just go up to a girl and ask her to dance. Despite his experiences he was still a little nervous about things like that.

While he was making his rounds he passed a girl. Josh stopped in his tracks and did a double-take. The girl was wearing a triskeli symbol. It was the main symbol of the BDSM lifestyle. Well, the one Josh had been introduced to anyway. If he remembered correctly the triskeli on a necklace meant she was a submissive without a master. If it had been on a collar then it meant she was owned. But it was on a necklace. Then again, she may have just seen it in a jewelry store and liked it.

Josh wasn’t sure exactly how to proceed, he hadn’t learned any recognition codes, he wasn’t even sure if there were any. But he had to say something. So Josh walked up to the girl, smiled and said, “Hi, I’m Josh. That’s a very interesting necklace you have there.”

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The necklace in question: http://www.stockroom.com/Sterling-Silver-BDSM-Symbol-Necklace-P1689.aspx

Vivienne "Vienna" Esclavage

Vivienne was considered fresh meat here at college and she had already gotten a ton of look from predatory men. She was the skimpy type. The girl who wore nothing, but lingerie out of her house. Today she followed the same concept. She wore black stiletto CFM heels. Her curves were showing dangerously through the tight black leather miniskirt. On top of the skirt was a modern black corset. She wore no jewelry but the triskeli symbol on her neck. It was around a chain and signified her submissiveness, but declared she had no master. The guy she was with last time chickened out and became a sub. It was quite disappointing, but she was glad to be rid of him. Hopefully someone would know what the symbol meant and would catch on.

At eighteen Vivienne was considered a popular. She was a gorgeous girl. Thin and slender body. Legs that went on for miles. A nice ass and big tits. Her eyes were ice blue and she had black hair that fell a little past her shoulders. She was a one hit wonder, that was if you could hit her. Vivienne was quite picky when it came to men and rejection was the only word in her vocabulary. Only now and then she would accept someone.

Vivienne was one of those privileged types. Her parents had been going to private preparatory schools as well as all her lineage. Their family was elite and she was meant to be ivory league material. She was intelligent, beautiful and well off. Her parents weren't millionaires, but she had enough that it didn't require her to work. When it came to her life. It was as exciting as possible. She always had a master and was always treated like the finest piece of jewelry on Earth. Even playing puppygirl she was treated like a pure bred bitch for royalty.

Now masterless and stuck at college Vivienne wasn't sure where she would find her Dom. Most of these boys weren't even into sexual activity and she probably would have to go knocking on one of the teachers doors. That wasn't such a smart idea considering if you knocked on the wrong door you got into a lot of trouble. The best she could do was probably a football player, but that definitely wouldn't suffice to her needs.

I stayed in one place in a midst of a small group of people. I had known them from high school and they all had established themselves high on the ladders. I was already on that list considering my parents trophies and things were all over the school. I was just another Esclavage to pass through the school another high up student who stepped on every one else to get to the top. That was me alright, but they'd never see the submissive side. She had received a few invitations to dance, but she declined them all. She didn't feel like dancing nor taking drinks from roofie popping freaks.

Vivienne was soon left alone as her friends went to dance. She was so consumed in watching them dance that she didn't notice the guy that was staring at her. Though he walked into her line of vision and she had to respond. Curiously enough he had commented about her necklace. Perhaps he knew a little about it.

"I'm Vivienne, but you can call me Vienna. Thanks. It's a triskeli symbol..." I say wondering if that might spark any of his interest. If he asked what it was he wasn't someone I'd be interested in. If he said I know then that would be another thing.

"A pleasure to meet you Vienna," Josh said, giving her a smile, "You may not know this, but where I come from the triskeli is a symbol someone wears to show the rest of the world that they," Josh paused and looked deeply into her eyes, letting the silence languish to emphasize the next word, "submit. To a particular lifestyle."

Josh leaned back, letting Vienna see him look down her body, smiling at her choice of clothing and the way it accented her excellent body. Dressed in little more then underwear out in public and wearing that necklace; oh yes she was almost definately part of the lifestyle. And if not Josh was about to come off as a complete pervert. "Tell me Vienna, do you submit." He paused and looked into her eyes again. "Yourself." Josh winked at Vienna. "To a particular lifestyle?"

At first I was suprised he knew anything at all about the Triskeli symbol. He didn't look like someone who dominated in his lifestyle, but then again most doms never appeared to be who they really were. I grinned taking him by the hand and pulling him out into the empty hallway.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well Josh." I said returning that same smile. "Well what if I told you where I come from this symbol means nothing at all."

I ran my fingers over his chest. "What if I didn't submit Josh. What if I were just some normal girl who found this on e-bay."

I pressed my lips against his, but only moved an inch away before speaking. "You're in luck because I'm not just another normal girl."

I ran my fingers along the chain and unhooked it. I opened his hand and placed the necklace in his palm closing his fingers one by one over them. I after all did need a new master. I walked away from him and stood by the door pushing gently.

"If you have a collar for that come talk to me." I left him alone in the hallway and entered the loud noisy dance room once more.

Before the door was closed my hand was on her wrist, pulling her back through the doorway and pushing her up against the wall. Careful not to drop the triskeli I pulled the door shut with my other hand. I stepped over to Vienna, pressing her against the wall with my hips, grinding against her leather skirt. My hand moved to her jaw and lifted her lips, taking a half second to check her eyes for real resistance before I press my lips to hers, drinking her in.

My hand moved to her breast, squeezing her, undoing her corset and exposing her tits to the open air, taking what I wanted from her. I shifted my hips, slamming her hips agasisnt the wall, shifting my weight so my thigh was grinding down hard on her sex. I broke the kiss and leaned in close, sniffing her hair and then whispering, "A collar needs to be earned Vienna, by an obediant pet."

My hand squeezed her breast again, pulling on her nipple. Opening my mouth I licked the edge of her ear. "Are you willing to earn a collar Vienna, or do I let you go and find a new slave?"

I only had a brief view of the room before I was pulled back into the silence of the halls. The door shut with a loud clasp as I pushed against the wall. The breath left my lips as a smirk took it's place. I lifted my head obeying his touch and pressing my own lips against his as he took what he wanted. I passed my tongue over his lips as he squeezed on my tender breast. A sharp intake of breath filled my chest, but I did not break the kiss.

I moaned softly shutting my eyes as his thigh teased my wanting sex. I nodded slowly allowing the corset to fall to the floor. Indeed he would make a perfect master. No student would dare expose her in a public hall. Where wanting eyes could peer around the corner at any moment.

I turned so that I faced him my lips only a centimeter away from his.

"I will earn the collar..." I say pressing my chest in his my hands undoing the zipper of my skirt. I too let that drop and offered my body to him.

I feel Vienna arch her back, pressing her soft tit up into my hand, her nipple between two fingers that I squeezed together, catching her, pinching her. I pulled her lips to mine again with my hand on her jaw, drinking in deeply of this new toy.

Then I felt her breast jiggle under my hand as her shoulders wiggled, pressing against the triskeli in my palm. She was doing something with her hands but I didn't know what until I felt her tight leather dress go slack as I ground my thigh against her sex, then the leather slowly slid, pulling with friction against my jeans, and the skirt fell to the floor, landing on my sneaker. Vienna had exposed herself fully to me, uncaring that the world might see as well. Good, very good. She was eager to serve and willing to expose herself to please me. Bad as well; I hadn't given her permission to disrobe.

My hand on her tit gave her nipple one final pull before dropping down to her sex. My fingers played back and forth over her pussy lips as we kissed, our tongues dueling in our mouths. Then I sspread her lips, searching for wetness, teasting to see how ready she was. I dipped my middle finger into her, one knuckle at a time to plumb her depths and get a feel for her cunt. Then I pulled all the way out and re-entered with two fingers, only going an inch or two in, rubbing against the ventral wall of her vagina, searching for that familiar gritty bit, the sandpapery piece of her pussy that was her G-Spot. I found it and rubbed it gently.

As I rubbed Vienna's G-Spot i broke the kiss and leaned to whisper in her ear. "You're an eager slave aren't you? Willing to do anything to serve your master? That's good, very good." I moved my hand, turning it slightly as I rubbed her g-spot so my thumb could make small circles on her clitoral hood. "I reward inventiveness, and ardent yearning." I kissed her again, deeply and fiercely, dropping my hand from her jaw to caress her other breast, squeezing it, rubbing the underside and teasing the nipple as my other hand continued to manipulate Vienna's innermost parts.

Still kissing her I suddenly stop my hands, pulling out of her and releasing her breast, pausing for a second and then slapping her, quite hard, both her breast and on her cunt lips. I break the kiss and slap her tit again. "And I punish disobedience. Who ordered you to take off your skirt?" I slapped her pussy again, quite hard. "You're an eager bitch Vienna, and you need to learn to ask permission." I slapped her one more time on her pussy then grabbed her jaw with that hand, slammed her up against the wall with my hips and kissed her hard, my other hand steadying me against the wall.

She was a wonderfull submissive, but if I had to break her of her bad habits, I would.

Vivienne "Vienna" Esclavage

No sighs, no moans could escape my lips as he devoured me in kisses. The excitement and pleasure of a new master was bringing out the intense want in my body.

Though this had all gone so well and I was eager to earn a new collar, I had made one vital mistake. When pleasing a master I had to do what they said when they said it. If I did otherwise I was punished. Though punishment was a joy and pleasure for me it still meant I had displeased my master. Which in the slave handbook, if they had one, was a complete and utter no-no. Though it hadn't occurred to me at the moment it would very soon be clear.

I made no sound despite my displeasure that he had left my breast. Though the displeasure was short lived as his hand found another place to play in. I tried hard not to moan and hard not to do anything else, but what he commanded. My body betrayed me and another sharp intake of breath filled my lungs as he slipped a finger into the tightness of my sex. I exhaled breathlessly as he slipped another and caressed the walls of my wanting sex. Though I never broke the kiss. My tongue slid against his as a soft moan vibrated in my throat. He had found my G-Spot and was caressing me to high heaven.

As he broke the kiss I shut my eyes and tilted my head back indulging in the wholesome pleasure. I nodded slowly as he spoke to me though a soft gasp parted my lips as he added to the stimulation. I was sure the wetness between my legs began to build. I deepened the kiss only to give him more pleasure to indulge in his taste and to indulge in the passion he was allowing me to have.

Though of course disobedience would never go unpunished. I gasped as he slapped both my breasts and cunt. Despite my current position I still had to respond if I wanted to be rewarded.

"I'm sorry master.."

I would have continued the apology, but I was cut off. No gasp escaped my lips as my body made collision with the wall. I only parted my lips for him. Accepting the fierce kiss that was meant to threaten my disobedience. This seemed to be the beginning of what would break away my disobedience. This was just he beginning of what would be a long and very delightful training.