Sweet 'n Sexy Pink Leather Collar With Leash

Noah's fingers unconsciously traced the pink leather around his neck as he hunched over his laptop in the university study room. The soft furry lining had become such a familiar comfort that he barely noticed it anymore—until Marcus cleared his throat from the opposite chair.

"Dude, I've got to ask," Marcus said, closing his textbook with deliberate emphasis. "What's with the collar? You've worn that thing every day for like six months."

Heat flooded Noah's cheeks. He'd hoped nobody would be direct enough to actually ask. "It's... complicated."

"Try me." Marcus leaned back, arms crossed. "Is it some kind of medical thing? Fashion statement? Religious?"

Noah's cock stirred in its cage at the thought of explaining Lauren's control over him. She'd been the one to buckle the collar around his neck that first night, her fingers firm and possessive as she secured it. The matching leash sat in their bedroom drawer, waiting for her to drag him wherever she pleased.

"My girlfriend Lauren owns me," Noah said quietly, the admission sending electricity through his confined shaft. "The collar marks me as hers."

Marcus blinked. "Owns you? What does that even mean?"

"She controls when I come. When I touch myself. When I get release." Noah's voice grew steadier as he spoke, remembering Lauren's hands on his body last night, teasing him to the edge before denying him again. "I wear a chastity cage. She holds the key."

"Holy shit," Marcus breathed. "You mean like... she locks up your dick?"

Noah nodded, his caged cock throbbing at the memory of Lauren clicking the lock shut three weeks ago. "The collar reminds everyone that I belong to someone. That I'm not available for anyone else's pleasure."

"But why would you want that?"

"Because the anticipation is incredible," Noah explained, shifting in his chair as the cage pressed against him. "Every time she touches me, every time she even looks at me with that hungry expression, my whole body responds. When she finally does let me come, it's more intense than anything I ever experienced before."

Marcus stared at him, fascination replacing shock. "And she just... decides everything?"

"Everything." Noah's fingers found the collar again, remembering how Lauren had attached the leash last weekend, leading him around their apartment on his hands and knees. "When I wear this, everyone knows I'm claimed. That someone else makes the decisions about my body."

"Fuck," Marcus muttered. "That's actually kind of hot."

Noah smiled, watching his friend's obvious arousal. "Lauren says more guys are discovering how good it feels to give up control. Maybe you should try it sometime."

• Material: Faux Fur, Artificial PU Leather, Hard Metal
• Color: Pink, Silver
• Collar Dimensions: (Full Length, Adjustable Length, Width) 17.32", 14.17" - 19.30", 2.17"
• Leash Dimensions: (Leather Length, Chain Length) 6.50", 22.44"
• Ships with: 1 Collar, 1 Leash