My Husband And A Lover
It was possessive, packed with a sort of absolute ownership.
"See how the O-rings glitter at your throat, isn't it pretty? And examine the lock that goes with it, isn't it lovely?" He showed it to me, a coronary heart-shaped lock. He had cautiously selected a collar with a silver underlay so that it can be wiped clean and wouldn't easily collect skin oil. As for the size, it was almost two inches in width.
"Yes, it's so pretty and the lock is so lovely." Tears fell down my cheeks. He stroked them from my eyes before fixing the collar. "You'll get used to it when you see it in the mirror each day, my little slave bunny."
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