The click-clank of the chain being threaded through your collar. The sound of the metal being tossed over the rafter. The sensation of your leather collar digging into your throat as I pull the chain taught, forcing you to stand on your toes. Air comes in quick breaths.
The knife comes out. I had told you to wear things you didn’t care about, and now you knew why. Cold steel pressing against flesh, sending goosebumps across the back of your neck, then the steady downward alice as your blouse is cut off. A flick of the knife and your bra is severed, allowing your breasts to hang free.
My fingers tease and twist at your nipples as the knife goes lower, slicing free the skirt, and then the panties. The handles of the knife plays at the entrance to your slit, slipping in and out slowly.
The pressure at your neck tightens as I pull down on the chain. The knife is dropped, replaced by my exploring fingers. You choke, your vision blurring, pleasure shooting up your body as your lega begin to kick. Then release, the tension ceases, air flows freely.
A kiss is planted on your soaking folds. Then one on your stomach, one on each heaving breast, several leading up your neck. At last our lips meet in a soft exchange.
Then, the tension returns as the collar tightens. My lips curl in a smile against yours, and you know we have just begun.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j9k1sr/collar_and_chain_bdsm_breathplay