Pet:
I never properly thanked you for my necklace.
It seems a little excessive, but it’s beautiful and I feel cherished when I wear it. Is that dumb?
Sir:
You’re welcome, pet.
Although I think we can both agree it’s a collar, particularly since you’ve been on a leash for me.
Pet:
*eyeroll*
Sir:
Glad to see your ass is fully healed, since you obviously aren’t afraid of any further punishment.
Pet:
I’m sorry, Sir.
Sir:
Apology accepted. As far as it being excessive…
I don’t think any piece of jewelry other than my hand will ever deserve being around your neck. That collar is the best I could have made on such short notice.
Pet:
You had it made just for me? Why?
Sir:
Because in the club, you’re mine.
I enjoy seeing you in things only I can provide.
My collar, my bruises, my cum.
Pet:
Speaking of which, your hand print is still visible on my ass.
Sir:
Girls who tease get teased back tenfold.
Go to bed, pet. You need to start stocking up on your sleep. You’ll need it.
Pet:
I think you’ve permanently altered my ability to sit at a desk.
Sir:
Hmm…I’m not sure I understand what you mean, pet.
