“Yes?” Diane repeated, as if surprised. Then she bent down slowly and took hold of Justine’s chin with one hand. “‘Yes’ what?”
“Yes... Mistress,” my wife answered, and I instantly smelled her renewed arousal.
“Very good,” Diane said, letting go of her chin. “Now, this collar doesn’t have a lock like the other one, so there’s no key, and we can’t do the little ritual that you do with your husband. But I do want you to ask for it.”
“Please, Mistress. I want you to collar me. Oh, I want it so bad. Please, please...”
“Very well,” Diane said, and wrapped the black leather around Justine’s neck, buckling it in place and cinching it rather tightly. Then she bent down and kissed her again. I could see both their jaws moving as they lovingly tongued inside their locked lips, and Justine moaned
