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zeusmagnolia · 2 months
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Collars and leashes are so nice. I can't explain it- I just feel so proud when I see a cute little sub on a leash.
I love the feel of the chain as I wrap it around my fist. Tugging on it while you grind on my cock. Reminding you always that you aren't going anywhere.
Just a constant reminder that you are mine.
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edgedfox · 2 years
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Firm believer that Doms need to wear a bracelet that matches their subs collar🫶🏻
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victimeyez · 7 months
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andreafmn · 7 months
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Kinktober ⛓️ Day 5
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Word Count: 3.5K Paring:  Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Reader Prompt @kinktober2023: Collaring WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI),  oral sex (female receiving), vaginal fingering, p-in-v sex, first time, mentioned cheating, referenced death
Summary: There weren't many things that Loki could call his. Most of what he had had been a consolation prize or simply a result of Odin's manipulation. Except (Y/N). She belonged only to him.
A/N: I know I didn't post day 4 but that's because I haven't finished it and I'm having a lot of trouble finishing it. I also know I posted this one after day 5 (at least where I'm at) but it's posted, and I said there were days I'd be late. Anywho, enjoy! 😈😈
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There weren’t many things Loki could say that were just his. His parents weren’t his, the kingdom wasn’t his, not even his childhood had been his. Everything he had came from the manipulation of Odin or a discard from Thor. Even his precious powers had been practiced in an attempt to level the playing field with his brother in a battle that was never his to win.
Except (Y/N). 
The Vanaheim princess had resided in the Royal Palace of Valaskjalf from a very young age. Her betrothal to the blond prince an agreement that had been decided before they had been born. Internal royal affairs were not the business of the children, and the decisions were taken without their consent. But being princes and princesses, they knew there were things they had no say in. It was for the good of their kingdoms, and that was that.
But no one had expected that the girl’s heart would align with the heart of the adopted Jotunheim prince. Regardless of her inevitable marriage to his brother, (Y/N) couldn’t help her inclination toward the raven-haired Frost Giant. His mischievous nature and sly tongue won her over swiftly, first as friends and, as they grew, as something a bit more. 
Yet, neither of them could act upon their feelings. Not while her marriage to Thor was in effect. All they could do was long for each other through lingering stares and hushed conversations. And for the longest time, that’s what they believed the rest of their lives would be like. Her love was something else that would never be Loki’s. 
The morning of Thor’s coronation had been the announcement of their wedding. Although everyone in the land already knew of the betrothal, the royal declaration of the union cemented a marriage that would never be broken. Not that Loki would ever allow that to happen. 
The man had made sure that Thor could not be crowned, and he could not be there to marry (Y/N). By forcing his brother to restart a war with Jotunheim, he could get him exiled and break his engagement with her. What he had not expected was Odin declaring that the betrothal still stood even after his son’s exile. That once Thor was worthy to lead Asgard, then he could come back, and he would get married to (Y/N).
The girl was sent back home to reside in Vanheim until Thor returned. All communication between her and Loki was severed for years by order of Odin. Even when he was in Odinsleep and Loki was crowned, he had no way to speak with her. And it made anger and resentment fester inside him. Growing and overtaking him as the days passed. 
For years, (Y/N) heard nothing of Loki –not that her parents would have ever allowed her to know anything of him. They had known of their daughter’s affinity for the mischievous prince and did not agree with their closeness. As Loki continued to dig his claws into Asagard and later on in Midgard, they vowed to protect their princess from falling into his control. And, at least that way, they could protect their daughter’s perception of the man she seemingly loved.
Until the Marauders attacked their home. In an effort to keep their daughter safe, (Y/N) was sent back to Asgard to be protected in Valaskjalf. And just like the rest of her life, all she could do was agree and follow orders. She left her home once more and was sent to be guarded by the Asgardian palace. 
One thing both Vanheim and Asgard did consistently was shield (Y/N) from the real dangers that lurked. She had been protected all the way through the battle, unbeknownst to her that Loki was closer than she knew. Even her own fiancée was there. Still, she did not see or hear about either brother.
That was until an Einherjar guard arrived to announce there was a body found on the battlefield of Svartalfheim, and Odin thought it to be Loki. At that moment, with a softened heart and the knowledge that Thor had met another woman, the king decided to absolve (Y/N)’s engagement and allowed her to mourn the son he knew she truly loved.
Had (Y/N) not noted the playful glint she knew too well in the guard’s eyes, she would have broken down in the throne room that very moment. Instead, she thanked Odin for his kindness and refuge, and excused herself from his presence. 
“So, the prince is truly dead?” (Y/N) asked the guard who had made the announcement right outside the throne room. “Loki is gone, and Thor is back at Midgard?” 
“Yes, princess,” the guard responded after clearing his throat. “The prince is dead. Mortally wounded at the battlefield, protecting his brother. And the future king has gone back to Midgard to finish the battle with his companion Jane Foster.” 
“Where you there, guard? You seem to know many details of what transpired.”                        
“I was, princess.” 
“Then, did you lie to Odin, or are you lying to me?” she said accusingly, trapping him between the wall and her body. “Because inside the throne room, you said that you had been sent to survey the battlefield after the fact, not that you were there. So, I am asking you again. Who were you lying to?” 
“I wasn’t lying, pet,” he said. “I was there, but I inspected the field afterward as well.” 
“Funny you use that name,” she grinned, staring deeply into blue eyes that were far too familiar. “Because in my entire life, only Loki ever called me that. And I know I have never met you before in my life.”   
The guard’s face was stricken with surprise one second and a knowing smile the next as his eyes softened upon her. “I’ve never been able to hide anything from you,” he chuckled, placing a finger under her chin. “You simply know me too well, pet.” 
“Loki,” she breathed, a weight lifting from her shoulders. She placed a hand on the face that did not belong to him, imagining his own under. “Oh, darling, it’s been too long.” 
“Too long indeed,” he smiled. “And for the first time, we are both free to do as we please.” 
He leaned in, wanting to taste her lips and finally determine if it was everything he had ever imagined. But (Y/N) stopped him, placing a hand on his chest. “Not like this,” she said. “Not when you’re someone else.” 
Loki could only grin and take (Y/N) by the hand, running toward the chambers that had been hers since she was a child. The room was fit for a future queen. A four-poster bed was adorned with white linens and vivid green vines laced with white flowers right in front of a massive fireplace that was already crackling fire. Her windows overlooked a small interior garden that younger versions of themselves would spend hours upon hours strolling even if they went nowhere. 
“I want to see you, Loki,” she whispered when finally in the privacy of her bedroom. Right before her, and without another second to spare, the Einreghard guard transformed into the only man she had ever loved. His black hair had grown longer than the last time she had seen him, falling in soft messy curls that she had not seen in a long time. “There you are. It feels like an eternity has passed.” 
“It’s been far longer than I ever thought would have passed,” he sighed sadly. “I don’t ever want to go a second without seeing your beautiful face ever again.” 
“You never will,” she promised. “For as long as I live, I belong to you now. And no other king will ever tell me otherwise. Not my father and most certainly not yours.” 
Loki remained quiet for a second, looking into her eyes for any sign of deceit. But once he found none, he felt relief taking over his body. “Do you mean that?” he asked. “Will you belong to me from now on?” 
“Truly,” she answered. “And completely. I am yours.” 
“You’re all mine,” he grinned. His hands cradled her cheeks before placing a passionate kiss upon her lips, melting into the touch they had both longed for. “I don’t think you can imagine how long I’ve wanted to do this, pet.” 
“I have an idea,” (Y/N) chuckled. “But even if it took this long, I am grateful that you are here before me so I can tell you again and again that I am all yours. I just wish there was a way I could show you.” 
Suddenly, the mischievous grin she had grown to love stretched across his face, tugging at his lips. “Well, darling, it’s funny you should say that,” he said as he outstretched his hands and something materialized on them. “I have a way that you could.” 
“Is that…?” 
“It is,” he sighed. “This is the collar and chains that kept me prisoner for a year. Captured in my own home, without any hope of escape. What I hold in my hands is a sign of the second worst time in my life.” 
“Second worst?” 
“The first was losing you, pet,” he confessed. “But you are here now, darling, and I am free. And I intended to replace those memories with new ones. Better ones. Starting tonight.” 
“You want me to wear that,” she confirmed, though it should have been a question. “Put it on me.” 
“You’re eager, pet,” Loki chuckled. “I haven’t even asked you to.” 
“I know you, Loki,” she purred as she kneeled before him. “I know what you want from me, and I am giving it all to you.” 
Loki took the golden collar and wrapped it around her neck, doing his best to bury the twitch that was trying to take him over as he remembered himself wearing it and what it represented. But he wanted to take control of those memories and create new ones. Memories that he could look back on and smile rather than shatter. 
(Y/N) stared into his eyes as his hands worked to close the collar around her, all the love she felt for him radiating from the orbs. She wanted him to know that he would never go through life alone, never again. She was his, and she had meant it. 
“Beautiful,” he smiled devilishly, pulling at the chain that hung from the collar and lifting her head to crash his lips onto her again. “And mine. Darling, you’re all mine.” 
“For the rest of time, love.” 
“Good, pet. We’re gonna have some fun tonight.” He pulled her up to her feet, twisting the chain in his hand to shorten the distance. And (Y/N) obediently obliged to his every tug. “Disrobe, darling. I want to see you.” 
She unlaced the corset of her dress before sleeping the sleeves of her tunic from her shoulders and, with one move, allowed the fabric to pool at her feet. In the light of the moon, her body was exposed to Loki for the first time, in the very room they had once confessed they felt something for each other they could not word. Their journeys had finally come full circle. 
“How are you this beautiful?” Loki growled. “And to think you would have been wasted on a brute like my brother.” 
“I may have married him, but I wouldn’t have warmed his bed, darling.” 
“You would have betrayed your king, pet?” 
“I would have betrayed a prince and given him dark-haired babies while the real King ruled.”
“And who would have been King, then?”
 “You, my King. The rightful heir of the throne.”
“You truly know what to say, pet,” he chuckled. “It’s almost like magic.” 
“It is merely the truth.” 
Loki kissed her once more, roughly and passionately, molding his tongue to hers, exploring every corner of her mouth like it belonged to him. Because it did. Every curve and line of her body belonged to him. She had told him so, and the collar around her neck confirmed it. 
The kiss quickly turned feverish and hungry as hands explored each other, ones touching skin and the others undressing layers of clothes. The only thing either wanted was to stake their claim to each other’s body as quickly as possible. They had lost too much time already, and the was no way they could lose a second more. 
“Get on the bed,” Loki instructed breathlessly. He removed his open coat and every layer after as he stared at her every move. She walked backward to the bed, the long chain dragging on the ground. It was a sight to behold, and he would make sure to commit it to memory. “You are ravishing, pet. I could stare at you all night.” 
“You better do more than just stare, love,” she chuckled. “I’m all wet and needy, and your eyes won’t do much.” 
“Such lewd things from the mouth of a future queen,” Loki teased. “I don’t believe Odin would have ever let you sit on the throne if he knew this was the way you spoke.”
“Well, it won’t be his decision that matters,” she grinned, beckoning him closer with just her eyes. “It will soon be yours, my King.” 
“My queen,” he hummed. “My beautiful, beautiful queen.” 
“Make me yours, Loki,” she purred. “Take me.” 
“Patience, pet. I want this night to last.” 
“We have forever to make it last,” she whined. “I want you now.”
“So needy,” he chuckled, towering over her body. He leveled himself with one arm, using the other to sink two fingers into her wetness. She gasped at the intrusion, gripping at the arms that had entered her. “So, so very needy, pet.”
“Oh, Loki,” she moaned. His fingers worked her slowly at first, exploring her walls for the first time and mapping the body that belonged to him. But he quickly learned what had her squirming under him, what made her sing like a canary in the morning. “Oh, darling, that feels so good.” 
“You haven’t felt anything yet,” the man grinned. 
Loki was calculated and precise in his every move. As his fingers pistoned inside her, his mouth savored her skin, traveling from her lips to her jaw, from her collarbones to her breast, making sure he found every spot that made her arch her back or moan out loud. He learned what made her skin flush and made her chest heave. He memorized every reaction and flutter of her insides. He would learn everything that made her melt and set fire to her body as much as he could. 
His head traveled lower on her body still, joining his fingers at the heat between her legs, closing his mouth over the small bundle of nerves that had her yelling his name into the night. One of (Y/N)’s hands jumped forward, snaking into the locks of raven hair, gripping as he attacked her with mouth and hands.
“Darling, please,” she cried out. “I’m already close.” 
“Good,” he chuckled against her, sending shivers across her body. “I want you to come, pet. Come all over my face.” 
It didn’t take long for her to do just that, coming undone on his fingers and his mouth. (Y/N) was sure that even just the sight of him could’ve had her bursting that night. He had filled her fantasies for far too long. Having him there, in corporeal form, was fulfillment enough. 
Licking his lips and donning a sly grin, Loki kissed her lips once more, allowing her to taste herself in his tongue. They moaned into each other’s mouth, succumbed with more pleasure than they knew what to do with  
Using his lack of focus, (Y/N) changed their positions, rolling them until she was straddling his lap, her chain grazing the skin of his chest. One of her hands rested against his chest as the other grasped his cock, aligning it with her entrance. She let her wetness coat his skin, pumping his shaft… one… two… three times. 
“Go on, pet,” he groaned, groping her hips tightly. “Make me yours as well.”      
With another pump, (Y/N) sank down on his cock, taking in a deep breath as his length stretched her more than his fingers did. She threw her head back in pleasure, remaining stagnant as she allowed her body to get used to him. He made her feel full… well, that wasn’t the right word. No. He made her feel complete. 
“Darling, I need you to move,” he groaned. “It can’t end like this.” 
“Just a second,” she responded out of breath. “You’re too big, darling. I need a second.” 
And a second was all it took before (Y/N) was moving up and down his cock, squeezing around his shaft as she searched for a shared finish. She braced herself with his chest, bouncing on his lap as she set the right pace. It wasn’t until a guttural moan left Loki’s mouth that she knew she had found it. 
The rhythm was quick and relentless, filling the quiet night with the sounds of slapping skin, melodious moans, and the soft rattling of her hain. It was the sound of wanton need, a deep-rooted desire that had not been acted upon for years and years. It was a dream –a fantasy–neither had believed would have ever been fulfilled. Not the way their lives were headed.
But they had taken control of their lives now. Loki had fought for that right and had gifted it to her. She belonged to no one but him, and he did as well. 
Loki met her hips in tandem, gripping her skin tightly with one hand to keep her steady. The other snaked around the golden chain, pulling her torso toward him and crashing her lips onto his. He swallowed every moan and coaxed out ever more as his tongue continued its exploration. If that had been his last night of life, he would’ve had every single one of his prayers answered. 
“You’re so perfect, pet,” Loki moaned in a strangled voice. “You’re absolutely perfect.”              
“And all yours,” she smiled, her lips red and swollen. “All yours, Loki.” 
“Say it again.” 
“I‘m all yours,” she moaned. “Today. Tomorrow. And for the rest of our lives, I belong to you, my King.” 
At the name, Loki’s hips moved faster, pummeling into her at a speed that surprised both of them. He was hungry, and he knew exactly what he needed to satiate himself. 
(Y/N) met his every move, snaking a hand between them to circle her clit, bringing her that much closer to her finish. 
“You’re getting close, aren’t you, pet?” 
“Yes, darling,” she breathed, her eyes pressing shut. “I’m right there already.” 
“Then come, my love,” he whispered. “I am right behind you.” 
With a gleeful shriek, (Y/N) pressed her clit hard and allowed herself to orgasm around him, her walls fluttering tightly around his cock. As she rode out her orgasm, with Loki’s pace still unrelenting, her new goal was to get him to burst. She wanted to feel him painting her insides with his release and mix it with her own. That would be the final part of their claim, they would belong to one another for eternity. 
A couple of seconds later, that was what happened. With three slow and sharp thrusts, Loki burst inside her, filling her with everything he had kept to himself for years. He whispered how much he loved her, how he had yearned for her every day since he had known her. He expressed everything he had been forced to swallow down and pretend didn’t exist, all for the sake of the kingdoms. And, better yet, she said it all back. 
At some point in the night, they had collapsed in her bed, limbs tangled in limbs and promises of love and eternity twisting in the air. And, in the morning, they had awoken in each other’s warm embrace, letting out a sigh of relief that the night before had been real and not another one of their painful dreams. 
They each dressed after basking in the sun that streamed through the windows for hours, talking about nothing and everything. (Y/N) stood before her mirror, admiring the gold collar that drowned her neck and what it meant that she was still wearing it. 
In her gazing, she did not notice Loki walking closer until he was pressed behind her, admiring the same accessory she had been. “I think this might be too big for you to carry around,” he chuckled softly. “But I can’t help but love the way it looks on you. This is what these things should be used for. Nothing else.” 
“I don’t ever want to take it off, then.” 
“Maybe there’s something I could do,” Loki smiled. With a quick move of his hands, the bulky and heavy collar transformed into a thin golden choker with an emerald green L in the center. “There. This way, everyone will know who you belong to.” 
“I pity the man who doesn’t know that I belong to the King,” she grinned. “Now, let’s go get you your kingdom, your Highness.”
"I love the way you think, pet."    
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werecreature-addicted · 9 months
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instead of "I'm hers" and "I'm his" couples shirts. you and your werewolf get matching collars with tags one says "Master" and the other says "Master's Bitch"
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cissyenthusiast010155 · 6 months
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Collaring Kink with Clarissa Dovey ~Kinktober 2023
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Happy October 13th!!! We have a Collaring Kink on the docket for this day. And it’s with the one and only, Clarissa Dovey. Hope you Enjoy!! 🤍🎃🧙🏽
Previous Day <—found here!
Kinktober 2023 <—Here!!
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Mommy… Master List
Requests & Prompt-List
Warnings: NSFW, implied smut, collaring kink, sexual ownership, teasing, collars/collaring, pet names, implied future smut, etc…
Enjoy (;
“I got you something, sweet girl…” Clarissa mischievously cooed, hiding something behind her back from you.
Your eyes lit up and you bit your lip in anticipation. You responded to the woman with an eager nod.
“Close your eyes for me” the brunette instructed you.
You nodded and closed your eyes for the woman. You then heard a rustling followed by feeling her hands coming around your neck. Your breath hitched as you felt a cool band being secured around your neck. Once Clarissa had attached the jewelry piece, she retracted her hands.
“Alright, Open.” She told you.
You obeyed and opened your eyes. You walked over to the brunettes vanity and mirror, and your eyes strained themselves on the necklace like collar that the woman had put on you. You gulped and blushed at the piece.
“So… What do you think…?” Clarissa asked in anticipation, clasping her hands together.
The collar was modern and could pass as just a regular, spiced up necklace. It was simple and elegant. But still had that signature clasp and lock in its center. You turned around to face the dean.
“I love it…” you breathed out with a smile and a blush.
Clarissa smiled bright and brilliantly, very happy with your answer. She clapped her hands together in excitement.
“Excellent!! You’ll wear it all the time, except in water and bed of course.” The brunette exclaimed excitingly.
Your eyes widened lightly at the prospect but you nodded in agreement with the woman. Your blush increased about tenfold at her words though… The prospect of having people see your collar, see that she owned you… It made your stomache flutter and your core ache.
It was like Clarissa could read your mind, or at least your face and body language… She came over to you, cupping your cheek affectionately.
“Can you imagine…? You walking around, wearing that collar all the time…” the brunette hummed toyingly.
You gulped and nodded breathlessly.
“Everyone looking… gawking…” she continued, “Everyone knowing you’re mine…”
The idea made your race, made you all clammy, made you wetter by the second… You bit your lip, looking down as your face was now a tomato red. But Clarissa was quick to grab your chin and redirect your head back up to meet her gaze.
“Hey. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about” the woman comforted in a husky tone of voice, “Be proud of who you are. Be proud of you belong to…”
That tone always sent shivers down your spine… And her words combined with the eye contact only made you more aware of your growing neediness and ache in your body. You slowly nodded in recognition of the brunette’s words.
“Good...!” Clarissa lightly exclaimed, satisfied with your response, “Now hurry off to your classroom. Our first classes start in 10 minutes. And we wouldn’t want the school’s favorite, new teacher to be late…” she lightly teased.
You blushed lightly again and nodded.
“Thank you for the gift, Ma’am” you whimpered.
“Of course, Dear. Now hurry along.”
“Yes Ma’am” you said, before leaving Clarissa’s private quarters and heading down the corridors and into your classroom, while adorning your new collar.
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Next Day <—Degradation Kink!!
Clarissa Dovey Masterlist
Kinktober 2023 Masterlist
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casualbystander98 · 3 months
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get you a girl whose eyes light up when you pull out a collar and leash on a fancy date
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malinastharlock · 7 months
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kept boy
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plushbunnypop · 1 year
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want mommy to hold onto me as i ride her thigh encouraging me along calling me a good girl while i just spread more mess onto her thigh while she whispers about how adorable i look so needy and wet for her. pulling on my collar while she looked over my body from my thighs rocking back and forth to my clouded eyes as i want nothing more then her to play with me
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sleepingdeath-light · 2 years
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collaring headcanons ; sinclair brothers (18+)
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kinktober day twenty two extra
pairing ; bo sinclair x gender neutral!reader, lester sinclair x gender neutral!reader, vincent sinclair x gender neutral!reader
note ; minors and ageless blogs will be blocked
bo sinclair
bo is big on the possessive aspect of collaring and may even be the one to bring it up - especially if your relationship began with you as a captive
he’ll use a cheap, heavy dog collar for this and he’ll make sure to keep it as tight as he can without suffocating you
it’s leather and rough, worn with years of use, and it’ll have one of two things engraved on it depending on the ins and outs of your relationship
you’re either “good boy/girl/pet” or “property of bo sinclair”
either way the message is clear, but he’ll say that the choice is up to you
lester sinclair
lester wouldn’t be aware of the concept of collaring a partner until you bring it up in a conversation that left him both terribly flustered and with the realisation that he may not be as traditional as he thought floating through his mind
he’d take you with him when he goes to buy you a collar, taking you around various shops in the nearest towns to ambrose and trying his best to make sure that it’s perfect for you
and if you can’t find it elsewhere? well he’s not above going to vincent and asking him to make one
by the end of the affair, you’ll have the perfect collar for you: made in your favourite colour, adjusted to your desired thickness/weight and engraved with whatever it is that you want
vincent sinclair
vincent strikes me as the quietly kinky type - someone who is well versed in bdsm ideas but never thought he’d have the opportunity to express those desires because of his lifestyle and appearance
so if you were the one to propose the involvement of a collar, he’d be more than thrilled at the idea - determined to craft the perfect accessory for you, perfectly matching your every desire and whim
he’d go through dozens of drafts before creating the first pass, then repeating that process for the second and third and fourth - showing it to you each time and making careful note of your suggestions and observations before getting back to work
but all of those all-nighters and weeks of work are worth it when he finally sees you wearing the perfected collar he made for you - he can barely bring himself to look away the first time he sees you, openly admiring you and signing enough earnest compliments to leave you terribly flustered
in fact, he loves the sight so much that he’ll take it upon himself to hand craft you a collection of collars - each made to your proportions and taste and each worn at least once during a more intimate moment
bonus points if you ask for one that brands you as belonging to him in one way or another
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kittendoll · 8 months
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Someone should definitely lock me into a shock collar to make absolutely sure I really am a good boy. Make sure all of my mistakes and slip ups are correctly punished, make sure I'm as well trained as I think I am. And obviously they can use it for fun, too. An electric shock every now and then to remind me of my place, or a shock while they're fucking me to get me to tighten up for them like a good pet
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