You Wonder About That Very Question

You sit back in shock, dropping the backpack to the side and the collar down on top of it. Just why exactly did she have this? It was clearly some kind of specialized BDSM gear. Did that mean she was into it? But, even if so, why did she have it in her backpack of all places? Just what was going on here?

You can help but imagine her kneeling on the ground with her wrists behind her back and her onyx hair cascading down her bosom. And of course, her eyes. Big, open, and eager with anticipation. Around her neck is the collar, gleaming and entrapping it.

"Please sir...I've been a good girl." She says in your fantasy in a soft voice.

You gulp softly. It's a nothing of a fantasy. But, one that is a hundred times more plausible in this moment then even a few minutes before.

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