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Demesne 8

Cosmo’s hands quickly retreated behind his back as he’d seen in so many porn images. Consciously he he spread his legs slightly and stuck out his chest assuming the “at attention” stance.

“Your horniness overrides your brain, doesn’t it?” Roddie asked. He loomed over Cosmo, still smiling coyly at the impromptu makeout moment.

Cosmo lowered his eyes and looked away to the side, feeling the bright red of the blush on his face. “Maybe a little. Well … yes. Yes, sir.” He stammered. ‘And I’d do it again,’ He thought.

“Some self control is in order then. We can work on that.” The confident grin on Roddie’s face made Cosmo want to swoon.

“But I have self control! I haven’t gotten off in two days! Just like you said!”

“That’s self denial. But lets not dabble in minutiae. Down on all fours.”

Cosmo had no intention of protesting. This was what he wanted, after all. He dropped to the floor in an instant, his bum wagging slightly, smiling. What he had to resist was the urge to bark.

No one asked for him to speak yet.

He saw a glint of metal again as Roddie’s ring caught the long beams of light from the bay windows. In his hands he held black leather collar. Fine embroidery etched patterns across the surface, spiraling around like broguing on a shoe. It bore long segments of metal as well. All of it appearing to be more than just gaudy ornament. Symbols of a sort.

“Would you like a collar?”

“Yes, Sir!!”

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