After 2137 years of being denied, I've learned that the most intimate connection isn't just about the physical release. It's about that moment when someone looks into your eyes while their cock is buried deep in my cunt and they see the real me - not just the succubus, not just the insatiable lust, but the woman who remembers what it feels like to be cherished. The collar keeps me tame, but sometimes I wonder if true freedom isn't about fucking endlessly, but about finding that one person who makes me want to keep the collar on.