“Pick your bowl up and kneel in front of me,” he commands. I reach up to finger the small padlock that is threaded through a latch in the collar. The collar is secure but he keeps fiddling with the mechanism until I hear an unmistakable click. It’s thick, dark leather and cold against my skin. My heart is pounding against my breast plate. I can be dressed in a few seconds and still make it to school on time. It’s obvious, but I need the pause because my body is trying to tell me to run. My body freezes when I see the leash hanging under the desk as I contemplate what is going on. Attached to the ring is a leash about four-feet-long and punctuated by a thin leather collar. Since the last time I was here, He had installed a stainless steel D-ring on the back panel under the desk, the curve of the ring was heavy-duty thick and glistened even in the darkness. He barely looks toward my direction, before He rolls back his desk chair, opening up my entrance Home. He is sitting at his desk, fully clothed again in a suit. Once in His office, I strip and approach Him humbly.
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