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The Collar

Come here my love, I have a gift for you. It’s what you’ve been waiting for, longing for and even begging for. Do not take it lightly, it is not just a piece of leather with a shiny silver ring. It’s far more than that, it’s a symbol of servitude, your desires into submission and your needs to please.

Turn around my love, I will be the one to lock it around your neck. It can’t be removed by anyone but me. You can’t remove it, it is not your place to take it off. It will be worn always, public or private, removing it will destroy the bond, tear apart the heart and send you back to where you were before.

Feel it around your neck as I tighten and lock it. Can you feel it penetrate your soul and reach places you’ve never known? Like magic, it transforms you doesn’t it, it subdues and infiltrates the deepest recesses of your twisted mind.

On your knees my love, come here to me, crawl if you must but come here. Feel the leather rub your skin, feel it as you crawl about, it burns lightly but that will fade. Hold the ring for me, I must clasp this hook onto it. How does the leash feel to you, can you hear it drag the floor as you crawl about?

Hand me the leash my love and place it in my hand, follow me now, I will take you where you want to go, where you need to go but most importantly, where I want you to go.
Written by Darkstreets
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