Collared

The worst part of it all, was that Broadus seemed to have a very instinctive feel for the conflict brewing within Elizabeth. He knew the pressure was getting to her, and he knew that the only thing she had going for her in her marriage was that earnest, true love sparked by Douglas's abandonment. So he tightened the noose. Or rather, the collar.

"I got you something sweet cheeks," Broadus told her after she arrived. He tugged out a pink collar that said 'Slut' on it.

"Please don't make me wear that ..." Elizabeth demurred. Broadus looked at her menacingly now, and she quavered under the stare. "This is a place of business ..."

"Do you really think our clientele gives a fuck what the office piece of ass is wearing?"

"Well, no, but ..."

"Then wear it." She hesitated for a second, then fastened it around her neck, cinching it tight under his supervision.

"There now. You show up wearing that every morning, you go home wearing it in the evening. Now c'mon, and give me some head before work starts."