I feel your pulse quicken as I slip two fingers underneath the thick leather of your collar. I pull the strap through the buckle with my free hand and make sure it's tight, but not too tight. You exhale with a little shudder once it's cinched and buckled.
I pull my fingers out from under the collar, fingertips tracing across the soft skin of your long neck. They follow the bottom edge of the leather band to the front of your throat before I hook one finger into the collar's metal loop and pull you to me.
Our lips meet in a kiss, my tongue slipping out and coaxing your mouth to open. You try to wrap your arms around me but are restrained by the handcuffs behind your back.
"Stupid girl. That's not how today is going to work. You don't get to participate; you just get used."
My finger still hooked in the collar's loop; I start walking into the next room pulling you along behind me. The room is completely bare. No furniture, just a metal eyebolt screwed into the hardwood floor with a carabiner attached to it.
I pull you down to your knees and then force you to bend down into a perverse version of downward dog with your arms still restrained behind you. You hear the click as I lock the carabiner onto your collar and stand up. The floor is cold and hard against your skin. Your cheek, upper chest, and breasts forced down against the wood and held there by the collar.
I walk around you and admire the view. Your ass up in the air, only the thin fabric of your panties preventing unfettered access to your cunt and ass.
"God, you're such a dirty fucking slut, Carrie. I can see the growing wet spot on your panties. Hell, I can smell how turned on you are right now."