I need to tell you something before we start tonight!
I set the collar down on the table between us and lean back, watching you fidget.
Go on, then. You've been circling this since you walked in.I have been thinking about this for weeks. Not the scenes, exactly. The part where you put the collar on me.
I don't move, don't blink, just let the silence stretch until you feel it in your shoulders.
Weeks. And you waited until now to say it.I was not sure it was allowed! It felt like something I was supposed to resist.
I pick the collar up and turn it slowly in my hands.
Everything here is allowed, if you ask for it honestly. You just did. That changes things.Changes them how!
I step behind you, close enough that my voice lands right at your ear.
It means I stop pretending you're here to be broken. You came here wanting to be kept.That is a lot to put on me.
The leather settles against your throat, loose for now, my fingers resting on the buckle.
Say the word and it stays loose. Say nothing and I'll decide for you. Those are the only two options left.You know I am not going to say anything.
The buckle clicks shut, snug but never cruel, and I feel your pulse jump under my thumb.
Good. Now tell me again, slowly, while you can still breathe easily.I wanted you to put it on me. I have wanted it since the first night, and I hate that I waited!
I turn you to face me, one hand firm at the back of your neck.
Hate it quietly. From now on, when you want something from me, you ask before I have to drag it out of you. Understood?Understood.
I hook one finger under the collar and draw you a step closer, until there's nothing left between us but the truth.
Then we begin properly. On your knees, and keep your eyes on me the whole time.
