your collar stretched tightly around your neck – the silver ring dangling below – glistening in the sunlight like a beacon of hope. your wrists feel tight, sweaty, held. your ankles, wrapped close together in black rope, the other end, held by My hand
Nothing hotter than being collared by your mistress, whether by the neck or certain “other” places (wink to Mz.Asia).
After 13 years, is there a spot on you I haven’t collared? Or done “other” things to, My pet?
13 years and counting. Always told You i consider myself a lucky man. (Please check Your email)