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Chapter 17 by bsnick bsnick

After the waves of spasms end and you stop the heavy suction on his dick, he whispers to you...

"I got you something..."

"I got you something," he says, holding up what looks like a leather strap at first glance.

"What is it?" you ask excitedly.

"Pull your hair up," he says, and you eagerly comply. Jacob's never gotten you a gift before and you're so excited you could pee.... jump up and down... well, squeal, maybe.

You feel something go around your neck, but it doesn't feel like metal, more like leather, or maybe just plastic. Whatever it is it gets tighter, and you feel it begin to press on your neck.

Jacob's hands remain behind your head, pulling the gift closed, the material tightening even more and making you feel like a hand is on your throat, cutting off some of your air. A metallic sound seems to signify the end, sealing the item around your throat.

"What is it?" you ask, your voice breathy and your chest rising and falling faster as you try to suck in air.

"It's a collar," he says, sounding proud of himself. Or maybe of you.

"A..."

"With an ornate metal W on it."

"W?" you repeat, mystified. "What does that stand for?"

Jacob sighs, sounding disappointed as he says, "What do you think?"

"Uhhh..."

Impatiently he says, "What could W stand for? Or do you think I'm calling you a whore?" he says, his voice rising too loudly for the last three words, making you wince, but seemingly clearing your head of the fogginess.

"Wright!" you exclaim, wincing at how loudly it comes out. Guys from around the theatre had already turned at his words, and stared at you.

"Of course!" he agrees with a nod, and you feel tears well up in your eyes.

No guy had ever asked you to wear something showing that you were his, that you were special to him. Sure you'd have preferred a regular necklace or a bracelet, but you could subtlely suggest that to him later. For now you'd put up with having your breathing constricted a bit by the collar if it made him happy.

Speaking of making him happy...

"Do you... do you want to..." you start shyly, wanting to feel his dick in your pussy, even if there are guys all around. They've probably all noticed you fucking before, and now you'll be showing them all that you're his.

Does he want to? If so, how?

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