Everyone else in your life sees you as a dominant man, wants you to be in charge and take on so many unwanted responsibilities. Only I see you as you truly are and as you're desperate to be: a subjugated object, property, just chattel at the end of my leash. You crave nothing more than to wear this collar, to feel the tug of my leash, and to know that you're a slave. No thoughts, no decisions, no agency, no choice: just collared, leashed property for me.
