COLLARSUB:Part 1.She knelt at her masters' feet and allowed herself a moment to think. She lazily continued wanking her masters' cock and eyes firmly and adoringly on him, let her mind wander. She was so proud of her new collar and of being owned properly. She made a vow to serve her master even better than before. Somehow the collar removed the last of her inhibitions. It became a badge she could hide behind. An abdication of all responsibility. She licked the end of her masters cock as instructed and was rewarded with a grunt. This was her first time at a party that didn't have other doms and subs attending but swingers. Her collar chafed slightly and forced her head up so the worship in her eyes was exaggerated. In the private bar beforehand she had been paraded and told to bend and assume positions for the pleasure of her master. It had made her very wet to see her master release his hard cock at her efforts. Other males around the room had also adjusted themselves at the sight and one or two had had their partners play with them. In her peripheral vision she could still see the large redhead sucking her man off hungrily while one or two others watched. It turned her on to think she was responsible for it and that she had been rewarded with her masters' cock in public. Again she was allowed to lick the end of his cock and cup his balls. She relished the precum that trickled from her master. The clothes she had been told to wear exposed her breasts vulgarly and allowed easy access to her cunt and arse. Her master had positioned her so that all was on view. She felt the eyes on her. It made her even wetter. She was beginning to want to suck her master. To need to. Or to feel his strong cock push into her. But she knew that if she acted without his instruction then possibly there would be no contact at all. She just managed to stifle a moan as her master rolled a nipple roughly between a forefinger and thumb as he spoke to the couple nearby;