Under the bed in the red box was a beautiful pair of soft brown leather pants that were meant to be worn commando because they had a built in pocket for his cock. To their right was a pair of heavy leather cuffs with two d-rings in each and a pair of short boots. The fourth item made him gasp. There was a collar in the box, a beautiful collar of hand-tooled leather, soft enough to lay flat on his neck and not rub, with two D rings. His instructions were to wear everything in the box; dare he put on the collar? He didn’t want to question his Sir’s orders but a collar was an item imbued with great meaning in the BDSM community. Did Cisco want him to wear a temporary collar?
Greg stood, indecision written across his face. He decided to err on the side of caution. He texted Cisco. You left a collar in the box. Do you mean for me to put it on?
Five seconds later he got his answer. Yes, it’s a play collar and I want you to wear it from now on. I can’t abide poachers.