Lock and Key

bound kneeling manHe was on his knees, waiting. His eyes trained on the floor, caught glimpses of her shiny black boots as she walked closer to him. When she closed the hinged ring of metal around his throat, he shivered. The press of cold steel against his throat carried more weight than he expected.

“Do you consent to belong to me?” her voice was soft.

“Joyfully, Mistress.” He answered.

The soft click of the lock fell between them.

 

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