*All characters are consenting adults (18+) and not related in any way. On the same note, this is intended for adults (18+) and hopefully, we’re not related.*
It’s almost ceremonial, Pavlovian. Being collared, hearing the cheery jingle of the leash, the deeper tones of hardware on the collar itself. The feeling of a collar is blissful. Not so tight that I can’t bend my neck, but still tight enough to let me know that I’m no longer in control. The first touch to my neck sends messages to my brain and I change. My body straightens and I am now your pet. I am now your toy.
I am now soaked.
I close my eyes and moan softly as I hear you clasp it shut and the tinkle of the leash as you clip it on, then its cool length as you drop it to hang down my back.