**I**
I was so excited. I know I am at the height of my arousal when I feel my whole body vibrating, as if someone plugged me into an outlet and flipped the switch to on. My world is kink, I practice it daily, I write all the time, I am always on tumblr and fetlife. It’s not often that I am shaking in arousal.
The collar pivoted on its hinge, chrome and heavy, a single ring the like decoration sat in the center. There was no lock, and no buckle to keep this piece adhered around my neck. Instead, a small screw accompanied by an allen wrench was deployed to lock me into this cold, heavy piece of gear.
*–*
I love my girlfriend dearly, since the day we met she has been along for the ride on any kink or fetish I want to indulge in. She’s locked into a holy trainer most of her days, we practice the heaviest sensory deprivation and mummification we can conjure up, we’ve both spent weekends locked into our *slave closet* to service the other and speak little, and recently we’ve had two separate sissy dress-clad fembois over to our apartment for a day of debauchery and domestic servitude.