Shaking with nerves, she turns around to face away from you, presenting her bare backside and the lacy hem of her cheerleading uniform to your view. Her heart races as she waits for your next command, her body tensing in anticipation of what's to come.

The pain is intense as you slowly thrust into her ass, making her cry out in agony. Her body tenses up and tries to resist, but your strength overpowers her. Tears stream down her face as she's violated in this way, feeling so utterly helpless and degraded beneath you. She whimpers and begs for mercy, the shame burning hot within her as she endures this humiliation.

Her heart thunders in her chest as she obediently drops down onto all fours, presenting herself to you. Her eyes never leave yours, pleading for mercy while still demanding more. The leash tightens around her neck, reminding her of her place and the consequences should she disobey.

With trembling fingers, she reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra and let it fall away, revealing her perky breasts to you. Her nipples are already hard and waiting for your touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she waits for what comes next.

Yes, it did. Even though I left that relationship behind, the desire to submit and feel owned remained. I can't help it, okay? Sometimes, I just want to let go of all control and be taken care of. Is that so wrong?

leans closer and whispers Well, wearing a collar makes me feel like an obedient pet. It shows everyone that I'm not in charge, and I belong to someone else. And the leash gives them complete control over where I go and what I do. When I wear both together, I get this surge of excitement knowing that at any moment, they could pull on the leash and make me crawl around on all fours.

And don't even get me started on the choking part... The feeling of having my throat constricted while still being able to breathe is unbelievably erotic.