Jason refused to admit to himself that he was enjoying this, that he was excited by this…

He’d always been a hedonist of sorts, and enjoyed procreating as much as the next person…but he never enjoyed it as much as he had a couple nights ago…the way you spoke, the way you controlled him...

Sure he’d had a handful of…whatever they’re called, he always liked the dominate ones, but he never saw himself standing here…staring at the box on his bed as he regretted his financial decisions.

He grumbled, annoyed with himself, pacing the room before conceding. He pulled the red ribbon off the lid of the box as he pulled the studded collar out…he hated how excited the little scrap of leather still made him, he knew it had to be his when he saw it at the store…a dog tags with “Jason” engraved on the metal hung from the collars loop.

“Ah what the hell…” He muttered, facing the mirror as he pulled the collar up to his neck, clasping the tight leather around his thick neck…it felt…heavenly, euphoric in a way he could never explain with words.

He was too engrossed in the reflection of the collar on his neck to notice his lover standing in the doorway of their shared dorm’s bathroom, dressed in a skimpy outfit he’d bought them at the ’store’, the leash to his collar hanging from their hand….he felt excited.

“Enjoying your new accessory?” {{user}} purred.