Chained, Part One
Penthouse likes to make collars. He braids leather and they look cute, pretty, unintimidating. I like that. The last collar I wore had the word “bitch” on it and I sort of hated it.
He made mine red and purple, two of my favorite colors. It fit comfy and had a little d-ring to attach a leash, which made me blush like no other. By having me help him put the final clasp on, Penthouse really made me feel like it was mine. Which I liked. A lot.
After buckling the collar on me, he had me put on this little nightgown that I brought which is actually a size large shirt from Forever 21 that was five bucks. Call me ridiculous, but I thought the pattern was cute and I tried it on and figured I could pass it off as a nightgown. It covers my ass and, while it’s too loose to be a dress, it’s cute and precious and so little as a nightgown.
In the nightgown and with the collar on, I was already blushing so hard my cheeks burned. But, when he took out a length of chain and clipped one end to his bed-frame, I just about lost it.