A collar for your new pet

Brandon opened a new window and logged into his Amazon account while I watched over his shoulder.

“Let’s order you some accessories to go with that pretty pink ribbon of yours,” I suggested. “Search for a bondage collar so I’ll have something to grab besides your hair or your cock.”

Brandon entered the search terms and pulled up a page of human-sized collars, mostly of the black leather, silver studded variety. I wanted him to find something more specific.

“Too many choices. Narrow it down. Look for something pink… with a bell.” I looked at Brandon and smiled devilishly. “Doesn’t that sound perfect? I mean, after all, hasn’t pink always been your favorite color?”

“Yeah, pink,” he said without thinking, “that’s always been my favorite, I guess.”

“Hey, that’s cool, man. I’m not judging. This stuff is all gonna be for you, so we'll get the one you like best. Ooo, click on that one!”

I pointed to a pink faux-leather collar with a round, pink bell attached. He clicked and expanded it to view more images.

“I think that one is perfect. Don’t you?”

“Yeah… perfect,” Brandon muttered.

“Add that to your cart and see if you can find some matching knee pads. I have a feeling you’ll need the protection, considering how much you’ll be crawling around and sitting up to beg from now on.”

Brandon looked worried as he started shopping for pink knee pads.

“Relax.”

Brandon immediately relaxed his shoulders and entire body. His expression changed to a dreamy, contented half-smile.

“Your place is at my feet. It always has been, you just didn’t know it. Doesn’t it feel good to know your place? Some people search their whole lives trying to find their place in this world. You should have the same inner peace as a Zen monk.”

Brandon turned and looked at me with a combination of awe and lust, then immediately averted his gaze downward in submission.

“That’s better. Now, back to your task. Go ahead and add those pink knee pads to your cart. I doubt you’re going to find another pair in that color. Not everyone loves pink as much as you. Next, we should get a personalized tag for your new collar before we forget. How about a heart-shaped dog tag with your name on it? Tell me you’d like that, boy.”

Brandon looked up briefly without lifting his head and smiled bashfully as he replied, “Yes, please, Master. I would love to have my name on a dog tag to wear on my new collar and show everyone that I am owned.”

“Find one that can be engraved on both sides. We’ll put your new name on the front and, on the back, have them engrave your full name, social security and my phone number. That way, someone will be able to find your owner if you ever get lost. It’s not like you’ll have anywhere to keep your wallet or ID without clothes.”

Brandon searched and, eventually, found a metal, heart-shaped tag that could be custom engraved before shipping.

“Well, Brandon, it’s time to officially rebrand you for your new role. What shall we call you from now on? How about Spot? Tell me you like it.”

“I love it,” he said excitedly without looking up. “I would’ve loved any name you chose, but of course, you picked the perfect new name for me. I don’t deserve such a perfect name or such a perfect master. Thank you, Master. You spoil me.”

“We’re not done yet, Spot. We still haven’t found anything for your tits or ass. Let’s keep shopping.”