He said it as he snapped shut the small padlock that closed the chain encircling my neck. My heart skipped a beat, as it always did when he performed this ritual with me. No... I am not collared to him, but I hope someday to be. For now, I am content to belong to him when he chooses and tonight is one of those nights.

We were far from my home... my first introduction to his friends in a neighboring state. The pot luck "munch" was followed by a play party and he had given me but one instruction... to supplement my toy bag with my genitorture tools. Not knowing what he had planned, I brought them all.

After an evening of pleasant social time and wonderful food, the atmosphere changed. Couples drifted downstairs to the playroom and the sounds of pleasure and pain wafted back up... like the siren's song calling the sailors in the night. It wasn't long before he took my hand and guided me down into what would soon become my own personal brand of...

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