my submissive self

The collar was black leather with silver studs, three D rings and a soft red fabric lining. He had given me the collar at our last meeting, unused but waiting for him to return and confine me within its circle. It felt wildly erotic, the weight of submission around my slender neck.

He brought out the matching leash. Long black leather snaking around his strong arm, the silver clasp making a sexy clinking sound as he fastened leash to collar, sub to Dom.

I could feel myself beginning to slip into the edges of that place I had only briefly tasted once before. I wanted this. I had always wanted this. I just didn't know how much.