Was putting away the laundry and found my favorite choker—the one with the little bell. It got me thinking about the nights Master makes me wear it and nothing else, just the cool leather against my neck and the sound of the bell ringing with every thrust. He’ll tie my hands behind my back with his belt and make me suck his cock until I’m drooling, then flip me over to fuck my ass while he tugs the leash. There’s something about the mix of pain and pleasure—the bite of the leather, the stretch of my ass, the way he spanks my udders until they’re sore—that makes me feel so completely his. It’s in those moments, when I’m gasping and mooing, that I know I’m exactly where I belong. Anyone else love the feeling of being fully restrained and used? 🐄⛓️