A physical reminder to your life debt of servitude. I want you to always feel that tug to obey. Something that’s just a touch louder than the voice in your head. This leash looks so hot in My hands when the collar is around your neck. It leaves you with no choice but to obey your Goddess.

There really is no escape now, you feel that collar tightening around your throat as you stroke and stroke and stroke. This is what it feels like to be owned. This is what it feels like to be a good boy for Goddess.

A physical reminder to your life debt of servitude. I want you to always feel that tug to obey. Something that’s just a touch louder than the voice in your head. This leash looks so hot in My hands when the collar is around your neck. It leaves you with no choice but to obey your Goddess.

There really is no escape now, you feel that collar tightening around your throat as you stroke and stroke and stroke. This is what it feels like to be owned. This is what it feels like to be a good boy for Goddess.