Collar
Added 2020-11-11 16:53:11 +0000 UTCThis is a slightly shorter piece, about submission, taking the prompt 'collar' from earlier in Hypnovember!
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You could feel it around your neck. A soft pressure. Always. But it felt more real, the closer you got to seeing them. A pressure that reminded you how good it felt to submit, how submissive you were, who owned you. And it all came to a head as you arrived at their door.
Your thoughts began fading as you walked up the driveway. Your mind shifting quickly, into that familiar state of submission. You knocked, waiting. The anticipation was growing, you could feel the rush of arousal as your brain went to deliciously naughty thoughts.
Thoughts about what they’d do to you tonight. What they’d make you do. How they would play with your mind. Making you desperately want it more. And all those thoughts vanished, as you heard, with a soft click, the door open, and they stood before you.
No more thinking. They beckoned. No more control. You stepped across the doorway, and as it shut behind you, knelt. They put your collar around your neck, fastening it, the familiar pressure felt so reassuring. Now you could be your true self.
