She wants to try it out

You take a moment to weight it. Perhaps it was just the chain leash, but it feels heavy. Heavier then it should be. You feel the faint trace of markings carved into the side with your finger tips. In the black material, they're almost invisible to the naked eye. It looks Celtic, or perhaps Norse. Whatever they are, they certainly aren't normal. Perhaps Joy is right? Perhaps this is some kind of magic collar...

Joy tilts her head to the side. Hair cascades over her shoulder. She expects an answer.

"Okay." You sigh. This whole situations is strange. But, it's worth a try. Plus, the image of Joy's porcelain skin framed in a collar. Wearing it while looking up at you subserviently. Eagerly. It's pretty hot. Your cock stirs lightly. "Let's try it out."

She beams. Without warning she rushes up and plants a kiss on your cheek. It leaves an outline in crimson on your skin. That makes you smile too.

She puts her hands on the hem of her tacky Christmas Sweater and pulls it over her head. Then she shimmies out of the pajama pants she had on underneath. To your surprise, she had a pair of lacy black lingerie with frilly sides on underneath her clothes for the entire conversation. She's so close to you that you can faintly feel the heat from between her legs. The excitement.

"You've been prepared this whole time, huh?" You raise an eyebrow. It's light flirtation. Conversational puppy kisses.

"Maybe you were taking too long to wake up." Joy wiggles her ass playfully and takes a step back. She grabs her hair and pushes it back. She's barred her neck for you. For the collar.

"Ready?"

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