"Thank You Sanah"

"Th—" The word caught, my tongue sticking to the roof of my suddenly parched mouth. Sanah's knee nudged higher between my thighs, a silent reminder of how thoroughly she'd won. "Thank you Sanah." I choked out, the words tasting like ash. The collar's bell jingled as I swallowed hard, the sound mocking in the sudden silence.

Sanah's grin widened, her phone capturing every micro-expression of humiliation flickering across my face. "For what?" she prompted, dragging the toe of her sock along my collarbone. The fabric was soft, but the weight of her expectation wasn't.

"Thank you..." I swallowed hard, fingers twitching beneath her thighs where she still had me pinned. "...for the collar." The words came out strangled—half defiance, half surrender—and the bell jingled traitorously as my throat bobbed.

Sanah's grin turned positively feral as she tapped her phone screen, sending the video to her group chat with a dramatic flourish. The second her thumb hit send, her phone erupted in a cacophony of high-pitched notifications—Nyla's voice note exploding into the room first, a shriek of "OH MY GOD HE'S WEARING IT" followed by Aisha's rapid-fire texts lighting up the screen: SEND THE FOOT KISS VIDEO AGAIN! I NEED TO ZOOM IN ON HIS FACE! WAIT IS HE CRYING—

"Nope, not crying—yet," Sanah mused aloud, tilting my chin up with her socked toe. Her smirk softened into something almost sympathetic as she studied me. "Don't look so wrecked, puppy. You're literally every girl's dream come true." Her foot slid down to tap the collar's bell, sending a crystalline jingle through the room. "For years we'd stay up hours fantasizing about owning a boy like this—one who'd actually wear the collar, who'd actually whimper when pinned down—but every guy we tried it on fought back way too hard and we couldn't control them. We've never found a boy as weak and cute as you."