The Governess's Collared Sissy: Contemporary Femdom Chastity Degradation Romance

The solicitor leaves us alone with the contested papers scattered like fallen leaves across the dark wood. My fingers rest on Miles's forearm, neither of us pulling away, the air thick with everything we cannot say aloud.

He needs the collar more than he admits, the cage that will remind him who he belongs to, the words that will strip him down until only my sissy remains. I need it too, this exacting hold that keeps him from walking out like all the others.

The key hangs between my breasts, waiting. One turn and the world outside might brand us both, yet I cannot stop my hand from reaching for it.