My Boyfriend Collared Me Permanently and Made Me His 24/7 Submissive Slave - Part 5

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My name is Riya, and at 19 years old I had finally reached the point of no return.
After that unforgettable night when Rohan shared me with his best friend Arjun — when I was double-penetrated, covered in their cum, and used like a shared fucktoy — something inside me broke open completely. I no longer felt any shame. I only felt deep, aching need. I wanted to be owned. I wanted to belong to Rohan in every possible way.
Two weeks after that night, Rohan sat me down on the edge of his bed. I was already naked and kneeling as per our new daily rule. He held a small black velvet box in his hands.
“Riya,” he said, his voice both loving and commanding, “you have proven yourself to me again and again. You have given me your body, your orgasms, your holes, and your pride. Tonight, I want to make it permanent.”
He opened the box. Inside was a beautiful, delicate silver collar with a small heart-shaped lock and the word “Owned” engraved on the front in tiny letters.
“This is not just for play anymore,” he continued. “If you accept this, you are signing yourself over to me completely. You will be my 24/7 submissive. Your body, your pleasure, your decisions — everything will belong to me. Do you understand what that means?”
My heart was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. My pussy was already dripping down my thighs onto the floor.
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, tears of pure joy and submission in my eyes. “I want it. I want to be yours forever.”
He fastened the collar around my neck and locked it with a tiny click. The sound sent a shiver straight to my clit.
“From this moment on, you are no longer just my girlfriend. You are my property. My personal submissive slut. My forever fucktoy.”
That same night, Rohan decided to celebrate my total surrender in the most extreme, filthy way possible.
He had invited Arjun again — but this time it was different. This time it was a full-night ritual of complete ownership.
When Arjun arrived, I was already prepared exactly as Sir had ordered: completely naked except for my new permanent collar, high heels, and a thick steel butt plug already locked inside my ass. My nipples were clamped with heavy weights, and my pussy was freshly shaved and glistening.
Rohan attached my leash to the collar and made me crawl to greet Arjun on all fours.
“Greet your second Master properly, slut.”
I pressed my face to Arjun’s shoes and kissed them. “Thank you for coming, Sir. This slut’s body is here for both of you to use however you want tonight.”
The night that followed was the most intense, degrading, and pleasurable experience of my entire life.
They started slow but quickly turned savage.
First, they tied me spread-eagle on the bed with thick ropes. Rohan used the flogger on my tits and pussy while Arjun face-fucked me until I was choking and crying. They took turns slapping my clit with a small leather paddle until it was swollen and bright red.
Then came the real marathon.
Rohan lubed up his cock and slammed into my ass without warning. At the same time, Arjun pushed into my pussy. They double-penetrated me again, but this time they were rougher, more possessive. They fucked both my holes in perfect rhythm, stretching me so wide I felt like I was going to split open. Every thrust made the heavy nipple clamps swing and pull painfully on my sensitive buds.
“Take it, you greedy little whore,” Rohan growled. “This is what you were made for — two cocks filling your holes at the same time.”
I came so hard I squirted all over Arjun’s cock, my body convulsing violently against the ropes.
They didn’t stop. They flipped me onto my stomach, ass up, and took turns fucking my ass while the other used my mouth. They made me count every thrust out loud. When I lost count from the overwhelming pleasure, they punished me with hard slaps on my already bruised ass.
At one point, Rohan pulled out of my ass and made me taste it directly from his cock while Arjun continued destroying my pussy. The filthy act of ass-to-mouth while being fucked sent me into another shattering orgasm.
They used me for hours.
They fucked me in every position imaginable — double vaginal, double anal attempts (I could only take one at a time but they tried), and made me ride them both while they sat side by side. I was sweating, drooling, crying, and begging for more all at once.
The final act was the most symbolic.
They made me kneel in the center of the bed again. Both men stood over me, cocks in hand. Rohan looked down at me with pure dominance and love mixed together.
“Tell us who you belong to, slut.”
“I belong to you, Sir. I belong to both of you. I am your permanent submissive. My pussy, my ass, my mouth, my entire body exist only to please you.”
They came together — massive, thick loads covering my face, tongue, tits, and collar. I kept my mouth open the entire time, swallowing as much as I could while the rest dripped down my body.
When they finally finished, Rohan gently removed the nipple clamps and untied me. Both men held me between them, stroking my hair, kissing my forehead, and whispering how proud they were of their perfect little submissive.
I was a complete wreck — covered in cum, my holes gaping and leaking, my body covered in marks and handprints — but I had never felt more beautiful or more loved.
Rohan kissed me softly and whispered, “You are mine now, Riya. Forever.”
I looked up at him with tears in my eyes and smiled.
“Yes, Sir. I am yours completely.”
That night marked the true beginning of my life as Rohan’s 24/7 submissive. From then on, I wore the collar every single day under my clothes. I followed every rule. I served him with my body whenever and however he wanted — even when Arjun joined us again.
I had started as a curious 19-year-old girl who secretly watched BDSM porn.
Now I was a fully owned, collared, and happily submissive slut — and I had never been happier.