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There is a dream like quality which pulls over her eyes as the collar and leash are put into play. She can be both present and far away at the same time. She belongs to him, and the moment. She belongs no other place. Her fingers trace the cold of the metal of the leash to remind herself this is all very real. (tn)

The leash in hand, I am attached and controlled. With my eyes covered I search for his hand to kiss in gratitude. The best I can mange for the moment is an affectionate face against his hand. I am now, whatever he deems I should be. (tn)

Nice

Another good collar with normal clothes. Love it!

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