Chapter 7 by Coy-toy

Do you accept the collar? If so, what color is it?

Accept the collar with the dual leash

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 pulls you out and down to your knees on the dirt. Her hand goes through your hair and pulls your face into her groin. Your blush is unseen as your face is smooshed in while she locks a think black collar around your throat. When she lets you up for air, you see Monica kneeling to your left, and Trish locks a matching collar onto her girlfriend before attaching a dual leash to both collars. This kept you both shoulder to shoulder while giving her a single lead.

“Oh my aren’t I the luckiest, two cuties at my feet and in my leash. Ready to go in?”