"Cumslave"

It happened when Jordan and his younger sister Brittany were rummaging through the attic. The Brownton family moved into the house a few weeks ago, and the huge pile of seemingly useless stuff such as broken furniture and old clothes that was left under the roof astounded them. Brittany, a 23 years old university student, sent herself forward to sort out the contents instead of taking everything to the dumpster at one go.

Jordan was a few months older, and was a complete trainwreck until he was excluded from his own education facility. In the past year, he cut the ties with his old semi-criminal friends, quickly passed an online course for aspiring gardeners and started searching for a job. According to his research, pruner men were in demand in the area, but he was still nervous about no positive responses from companies for more than a month. However, he was more than willing to give a helping hand to his family while he still was in search, and that was how he ended up in the attic that evening.

"Maybe you should be offering your services to private clients as well."

"I don't think taking care of some old lady's backyard is going to look great in the portfolio. This jacket looks clean." — Jordan immediately slipped inside it to discover that it was way too large for him.

"Please, stop trying on stuff. There might be unwanted fauna inside." — Brittany was not in a very playful mood. Her day at the university went tiring and unrewarding, and she did not want to spend any extra energy.

"Probably not here, this one's closed." — Jordan picked up a small jewelry box and found a very thin leather band inside. — "Mine." — he grinned and wrapped it around his neck.

"That's a collar. Girls wear those. Put it back in the box, it's going into the 'probably valuable' pile."

"Alright, alright." — Jordan tugged at the band to pull it off, but it resisted and remained on his neck. He then did not hesitate to use all his might to part the collar, but its thin layer of leather was stronger again. — "Gimme a second, Britt."

"Someone hasn't been going to the gym lately." — Britt watched her brother run down for the scissors and continued sorting out trash.

Jordan, in the meantime, adjusted the glasses he was no longer **** to wear and looked into the mirror to find an overly stubborn clasp or anything similar, but the collar appeared to be a one inch wide solid loop of tenderest leather he has ever seen. Its durability was even more suprising now, as cutting it with scissors failed as well! The lad tried putting more **** again.

*clack*

The scissors were ruined. Finally, Jordan's face started showing signs of concern.

"This is way beyong just quality manufacturing. This is dark sorcery. There's not a single sign of damage."

Brittany entered the bathroom and saw her brother still struggling with the collar. Upon seeing her, he stopped in his futile efforts, looked into her eyes and said:

"I might be in trouble, Britt. This is a magic thing."

"No way! You couldn't just cut it off?"

"I just broke my scissors. Care to bet yours? I'm not lying, it's not coming off."

The lighting was better here than in the attic, and Brittany was the first to figure out that there were barely noticeable letters printed on the collar.

"This says... 'Cumslave'. What did you get yourself into?" — Brittany's voice trembled.