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The Night My Husband Collared Me and Made Me His Pet

A Rough Wife Confession of Bondage, BDSM Leash Training, and Surrender to Ownership

She woke with a delicious soreness and the clean memory of being broken open. He came home and turned the rest of the day into a hunt. What began as hunger became ownership, and everything she wanted was calculus of control and surrender.

I woke with a delicious ache between my thighs, my inner lips still swollen from the night before. Jake’s dominance had left me raw and greedy for more.

At breakfast he seemed almost shy, as if the night had made him smaller and somehow sharper at the same time. I shut that little doubt down with a slow, hungry kiss.

“Don’t you dare go soft on me now. I need the beast inside you.”

A roguish smile split his face. Heat slid through me at the promise.

He came home early that day. Before I could ask why he pressed a finger to my lips.

“Not a word. Put on what’s on the bed and meet me in the guest room in ten minutes.”

On the bed lay a sheer lace teddy, a black leather collar, and thigh-high stockings. My…