You’ve been dreaming of a collar your whole life, and now Sir has put one on you. He tugs your chain. You leave your old life, your name, and of course your clothes. The cellar door beckons.

You’ve been dreaming of a collar your whole life, and now Sir has put one on you. He tugs your chain. You leave your old life, your name, and of course your clothes. The cellar door beckons.

tags: Gorean/Victorian,

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