“I guess I had a lot of opinions that night because you told me that I was especially chatty. I told you it was because you weren’t giving me anything…
I imagine being a collared submissive as a physical manifestation of my and my dominant’s commitment, a symbol around kinky folks and a public secret around vanilla ones.
“He’d asked me about it before, saying it was something he’d always wanted. And now, he was quivering on the floor, looking up at me, handing me an open knife…