There's a lock at the end of the collar, one that's tastefully hidden. Her hair is long enough that it won't be easily noticeable.
"What's this?" she murmurs, seeing the key in the middle of the collar and a chain attached to it.
"I'm yours as much as you're mine, darling," he says.
"You are?" she murmurs. She's never thought of it that way before, never thought it was possible.
"Of course, love," he says. "I will wear it at all times," he hums as he sets the collar around her throat. She arches up, tilting her chin up, offering herself like a sacrifice.
"Thank you," she says. It fits snugly, but not too tightly and the latch closes with a soft click.
"This will make sure everyone knows you're mine," he says, soothing his hands over her throat to settle the collar before leaning in f
