
"You're going to be my pet," Jon said, handing me a collar and leash. "And you're going to do exactly as I say."
The leather felt right, the weight of the collar a symbol of my devotion. I crawled to him, eager to please, eager to be owned.
The fire crackled in the grate, casting flickering shadows on the walls. We had come so far, from the tentative beginnings of my submission to this, our ultimate expression of love.
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