A Dog Collar

She yanked her foot back like she'd been burned, but the damage was done—her phone now displayed a shaky video of the whole thing, already halfway through uploading. "Too late, puppy, Aisha's gonna love this." she sing-songed, tapping Post with a flourish. "But you were such a good boy, so guess who just earned himself a collar." Her free hand dipped into her hoodie pocket, producing a literal dog collar—hot pink, with a little bell—and my stomach dropped straight to hell.

My heart sank, now her friends had access to the video that would doom me, if that got put online I would never be able to show my face at school. I looked at Sanah's gleeful face, down at the hot pink collar, and back at her face, that dimple drove me crazy. "I won't wear it..." I let out weakly.

Sanah's smirk softened—just slightly—as she dangled the collar above me, the bell jingling mockingly. "Oh, honey," she murmured, tracing the edge of it along my jaw. "You already kissed my foot. The collar's just formality at this point." Her fingers brushed my throat, warm and terrifyingly gentle, as she clicked it shut with a snap that echoed in my skull.

The moment it settled against my skin, something primal in me recoiled. I bucked violently, adrenaline overriding the humiliation—but Sanah just laughed, her thighs clamping down like a vice. "Aw, look at you!" she cooed, patting my cheek as I wheezed beneath her. "So pretty in your collar, that's a good boy." Her phone buzzed incessantly in her hand, notifications exploding—Aisha, Nyla, the whole damn Demon Squad no doubt losing their minds—but she barely glanced at it, too busy admiring her handiwork.

"Now thank me for the gift, tell me you love your new collar." Sanah laughed as gave me another order, she pulled out her camera to take a video of my humiliation. My body reacted before my brain could catch up—lips parted in protest, hands twitching under her thighs—but I couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't breathe past the suffocating heat of shame crawling up my neck. The bell jingled mockingly as she adjusted the collar, her fingers lingering just long enough to feel my pulse hammering against them.

A shrill chorus of notifications erupted from her phone—Nyla had apparently sent multiple crying-laughing emojis, Aisha had replied with a string of exclamation points—but Sanah only had eyes for me, her grin widening as she tapped the screen to start recording. "Say it," she murmured, angling the phone downward to capture the exact moment my resolve shattered. "Or should I text the whole school that video of you kissing my foot?" The threat landed like a gut punch, my breath hitching as the bell tinkled with every panicked twitch of my throat.