"Quit, pup." He swats away your hand, his tone mildly scolding, as he adjusts the leather that's bound around your neck. He's bought you a few new collars, day, night, and play, and he's making you try them on for him.

He slips his fingers under the strap and gives it a light tug, making sure it's a perfect fit. His eyes flicker over the collar before looking back into your eyes with a gentle gaze, "Feel good? Not too tight, is it?"