Pink collar

Nervously you nod yes, but she doesn’t let you get away with that. “If you’d like this gift, ask for it baby.”

You blush. Trixie’s tone reminded you of some of your spicier dm conversations. She oozed natural dominance, and naturally demanded it be respected. “May… may I please be collared?”

She grins as the muscular blue haired babe pushes you back into the backseat, her body easily holding you down while she gets close. She playfully grinds against your ass while she locks a pink leather collar with white lace above and below around your throat. “They’re, marked as our slut.” She laughs, kissing your blushing lips and taking the opportunity to grind some more. You kiss back, but this only encourages her passion as her lips dominate yours. When she finally breaks, you are left breathless while she whispers another suggestion in your ear.