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I trace the smooth leather of the blue collar that sits hefty around Sendai-san’s neck, as if to confirm its existence; like my sight wasn’t enough to do so alone.
After much deliberation, here we are. Somehow she had convinced me to do something as ridiculous as buying her a collar, though I must admit, it looks quite good on her. Too good, maybe, and it was easy to put on.
It was simple, yet efficient for the price. It came with a nylon leash that you could hook to the base, probably no more than a quarter of a meter in length.
Sendai-san is currently fiddling with the edge of it.
“How does it look?” Sendai-san asks quietly.
I hum, still tracing the object, like I’m captivated by it.
“…It fits you,” I respond slowly. “But is this something you actually want?”
I didn’t mean for it, but a little bit of nervousness found its way between my words. What I said wasn’t really supposed to be posed as a question — I just wanted to know.
Sendai-san throws her arm up to grip onto my wrist, prompting me to lock eyes with her.
She gives me a resolute look, “Should I reiterate everything I’ve told you?”
“That isn’t necessary.”
Whenever Sendai-san is like this, it’s difficult to deal with her. It’s how we ended up this way in the first place, alongside her intoxicated shenanigans and slew of incessant, lewd comments.
Perhaps she has too much influence over me.
“Miyagi, I’m your property, remember? You likened me to a ‘dog.’ And if you want a good dog, shouldn’t you put a collar on her?” Sendai-san declares swiftly, speaking without my approval.
She leans into me, gently kissing my plumeria earring.
“I like it. It makes me happy to be able to show that I am yours.”
Sendai-san nuzzles into my shoulder, content.
If this were any other time, I’d scoff and push her away, but I just can’t do it. I don’t have it in me to. Her scent being so close to me, invading my senses, relaxes my nerves.
But I don’t know what to say.
A cluster of emotions still swirls within me.
Was this the right choice for us?
I can’t be sure.
There has always been an insatiable need to keep Sendai-san restrained and compliant to my will. If I tell her to follow, she does so without question. If I wanted to tighten her chains to this place, ensuring that she’d never get the chance to leave my side, then she’d just have to deal with it.
But I know that would only end up harming us both. Eventually, that chain would snap from the tension.
Maybe this would too.
The future has always been uncertain ever since Sendai-san entered into my life.
Sometimes that really scares me.
This collar is heavy enough to weigh on my conscience, but light enough to not scar me forever if it all falls apart.
Sendai-san presses a light kiss onto the crook of my jaw, then another and another.
Softly, she adds, “I’m yours, Miyagi. Nothing will change that.”
She kisses me again.
“I’ll always be yours.”
Sendai-san repeats the phrase over and over, like it’s something easy for her to say. As if it didn’t cause my heart to stutter.
Her hands start to wander around my waist, playing idly with the hem of my shirt, continuing to place featherlight kisses wherever she saw fit. I allow her to only get so far before I shift my weight forward, pushing her down onto my bed.
Of course, Sendai-san’s body is pliant to wherever I’m taking her. Her eyes are wide and clear, staring up at me while I move to straddle her.
The collar strains when her head falls atop my pillow, so I take this moment to stroke its sleek leather rim once again, appreciating how firm it feels. It’s elaborated with buckles, the prongs cool to the touch and snug on her skin. It really does suit her, in size and in compliment.
To me, this collar isn’t just for show, or to solely declare obedience. It’s a signal of authority, of my rightful possession.
I want it to sink into her and claim her from the inside out.
“Can you prove it to me, Sendai-san?”
I barely say it above a whisper, as if those words were never supposed to be said in the first place, but we’re so close that nothing could possibly escape her anyway.
“How would you like me to do that?”
She’s always so accommodating. Always so ready to surrender herself to me.
It’s gratifying, almost. Her willingness to put a blind trust in this untapped part of myself is going to make her susceptible. It’s going to break her one day if I don’t control it.
But maybe I do want to break her.
Mold her, shape her, tear her apart and rebuild her up again. All with my own hands, so that nobody else could know her in the ways that I did.
So that they would never know of “the Sendai-san,” the one most people were familiar with, but “my” Sendai-san.
The Sendai-san that I created.
The Sendai-san that only began to exist when she started coming to that room all those years ago; reinventing that empty home into one that greets me and smiles at me.
Every crevice, her flesh and body, everything, would be etched by me alone.
She starts when I say so and she will end when I say so.
Then, if someday this collar ends up meaning nothing and the tether snaps altogether, she’ll remember who she belonged to.
Even if I’m gone. Even if she’s gone.
Even if —
“Miyagi?”
Sendai-san’s voice is tender how she calls out to me.
Waiting, sound, albeit entirely fragile.
I tug on the thin leash attached to the ring of her collar, pulling her closer to me so that I could reach her halfway, capturing her lips with my trembling ones.
I bite into her bottom lip so harshly that it breaks the skin and starts to bleed — just to try and bury what I felt.
The dregs of her copper blood permeate my mouth, lingering on my tongue. Her body’s most fundamental component is consumed by me and no one else.
Nobody will ever taste her like I have.
Sendai-san doesn’t refute, she doesn’t complain. She lets our tongues slide over each other, sharing the metallic flavor.
It should be gross, but it feels good. Everything with her feels good, even if it’s terrifying.
When we finally part, Sendai-san exhales softly, her eyes fluttering back open to meet mine. I swallow, still gripping her leash, as if to steady myself.
I don’t know.
I don’t know what I want her to do.
When I think about all the ways I could tie her up and lock her in this room, it just makes me even more indecisive.
And realistically, she can’t wear something like this outside. But when we’re alone together, does it really matter? Though I’m afraid she’d wear the thing until it completely wore out from use.
Her collar isn’t a permanent mark, it doesn’t signify ownership beyond the threshold of this apartment, but it’s enough for now.
It would have to be.
“Sendai-san.”
“Yes?”
“You will wear this when I tell you to, and you’ll take it off when I tell you to,” I speak evenly. “If I don’t say anything, then just assume you should wear it anyway, but only around me will you wear it.”
Excitement dances in her eyes as confirmation. If she had a tail, it’d surely be wagging back and forth right now.
“What about other places?” Sendai-san pouts.
I shouldn’t indulge the idea, knowing how sneaky and persuasive Sendai-san could be, but I’m interested in hearing the logic behind her request.
“If your friends or someone else saw you, how would you be able to explain it?”
“I’ll tell them.”
As she speaks I slide my free hand underneath Sendai-san’s plain shirt, inching up her abdomen, feeling how her stomach rises and falls in tandem with her expanding lungs. I trail over her slender muscles, the curves of her delicate body that only I know of; gliding along her waist and hips, memorizing every hitch and subtle shiver she offers. I circle around to the same places again and again, just to see how she reacts to me. To map out how to make her unravel and bend.
“What will you tell them?”
“That you put this on me, that you gave it to me, and that I belong to you. That, Miyagi Shiori is my owner, and I’m her loyal dog.” Sendai-san answers me diligently.
I lean down to nibble on the exposed sliver of skin just below where her collar sits, listening to her ramble, provoking Sendai-san to sigh favorably into my ear while my hand continues to appreciate her warm body.
I nip at her a few times, leaving small marks of my presence across her perfect skin.
I want to hear her say she belongs to me until I get sick of it. Until that is all that echoes in her mind and she can’t possibly think of anything else.
“And if they don’t believe you?”
I say, my voice low.
“They will,” Sendai-san’s own hand comes up to grasp the leash that’s lightly held in my palm, like she is desperate to convince me somehow. “They will if they see this on me.”
Sendai-san adds quickly and just as seriously, “What about getting me a dog tag too?”
At that, I look up at Sendai-san, lifting myself away from her by a margin. She’s searching my gaze nervously, like she’s anxious about being rejected.
“I think this is okay.”
“How about considering it?” Sendai-san insists, moving down the leash to grip my wrist instead. “I can carry it with me when I go out. I’ll take it with me wherever I go, even to work.”
I think about it silently.
It’s… not a bad idea in hindsight.
Although Sendai-san likely wouldn’t show it off to people, it mostly solves some of the things I was worried about.
It’s akin to the necklace I had given her, but this would be something that she carries around as a momento, not wears on herself.
“…What if it gets lost?”
“It won’t. I’ll make sure of it.”
“…”
“I’ll think about it.”
Sendai-san’s face lights up. She really looks like a puppy and I feel my cheeks flush.
This is too ridiculous. Actually, she’s the ridiculous one here.
How did she manage to win me over again?
Taking my hand from her grasp, I flip Sendai-san’s shirt up, covering her face with the fabric like some kind of barrier.
“Take this off.”
“Okay.”
Sendai-san obliges, helping me tug her shirt off her figure and around the collar, chuffing it to the side.
The leash is now dropped loose between me and her.
What’s typically hidden from my sight is unveiled, the fair complexion of her body exposed to the full scope of my gaze. She can’t hide anymore, even if she wanted to.
Sendai-san’s chest blooms with color and it’s not hard to tell she’s feeling shy.
The residual nicks of me grazing her with my teeth are already beginning to fade.
Sendai-san squirms a little, subjected to my eyes wandering all over her without any constraint.
She’s only left in her bra and jeans now.
I trail my fingertips down her abdomen at a slow pace, dancing along her lean muscles, then back up to her chest to cup at her breasts.
Her heart is thrumming so quickly beneath where my palm rests.
“You’re pretty, Sendai-san.”
She swallows thickly, bobbing the collar that practically glares at me.
“…Thank you.”
In no time, Sendai-san is relentlessly covered in marks and bruises the shape of my teeth. They’re littered everywhere, from her shoulders, her cleavage, and down to her waist.
All of them remnants of my presence and I find myself wanting to bite into her harder, deeper, so that she’d never be able to forget them for as long as she’s alive.
I slot my leg next to her thigh, raising to frown at Sendai-san. She’s thrown her arm over her eyes.
“Look at me, Sendai-san.”
She can push me to do things I never would consider, to say things I never thought I’d say, but she tries to escape from me whenever we’re like this.
“Sendai-san.” I say, firmer this time, pressing my knee between her legs.
She whines. “It’s too much.”
“How come?”
There’s no response.
I pry her arm away from her face and the expression she’s shielded from me. Her face is burning hot with arousal and embarrassment.
Sendai-san glances around the room before finally landing on me.
“Miyagi…”
Something in the way she breathes out my name sends electricity through my veins.
Her body is covered with the evidence of me, some that’ll stay on her for days and certainly won’t be easy to hide either.
I want more from her.
I know that I already ask for so much, some things that I know rationally we cannot promise, but the control she gives up to me entices me to push this farther than we both can manage.
I grab her leash and pull on it with some force. Sendai-san groans with pleasure and discomfort from the angle, the collar digging into the skin of her neck.
“I thought you were mine, why are you always trying to run away?”
“I’m not running away.” She mumbles, her voice tight.
She sounds almost breathless every time I pull on the leash, her eyes falling lidded with hazy enjoyment from the way it squeezes taut.
If I wanted to, I could choke her like this and she’d allow me.
What a pervert Sendai-san is.
“Then look at me. Don’t look anywhere else.”
Sendai-san, eventually, holds my gaze.
Our breaths are the only thing filling in the dim silence of my room.
I shift my knee a bit and she immediately chases after the pressure, trying to grind up against me, however I don’t keep my knee between her for very long.
“You’re unfair, Miyagi,” She scolds.
“Undo your button for me.”
Sendai-san doesn’t retort, reaching down to clumsily slip off the button of her jeans. Her breaths are getting heavier, more impatient, as I temporarily let go of the leash to shake off her pants, grabbing the leash again when all of Sendai-san’s undergarments are taken off and set to the side.
Tonight, I want all of Sendai-san.
I want to chew her from within and spit her back out.
This feeling has coalesced into something else entirely, morphing me into somebody new, and it’s all her fault.
It’s a little awkward at first, figuring out where I should position myself, but I work it out; guiding her legs apart. Sendai-san watches me, incredulously, as I trap her heat around my mouth, threatening to devour her whole.
“Miyagi, wait, what are you —”
“Sendai-san,” She shivers when my breath grazes her. “Don’t complain… I want you to watch. So, behave.”
She looks somewhat stunned but otherwise listens, propping herself up onto her elbows.
Sendai-san eventually eases into the feeling, her muscles tensing before going slack, allowing an unusually vocal moan to escape from her. Her eyes widen with surprise, yet before she can do anything about it, I harshly tug on her leash like a silent command and she responds by groaning from the back of her throat.
I release her a couple times to bite at the soft flesh of her inner thighs, then returning to my previous motions.
It’s a foreign way to me, exploring Sendai-san like this, but I feel closer to her than ever before.
“Shiori —”
“Shiori, I’m yours.”
Sendai-san’s voice is shallow and it raises my own body’s temperature to a frightening degree.
I want to hear more of her.
My nails press into her thighs, keeping her in place so that she couldn’t escape.
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours, Shiori.”
“…Hazuki, say it again.”
I could never get enough.
Not of her, not of any of this, not of this home that we share.
My name is cooed sweetly amidst gasps as she stumbles over herself, spurred on, declaring those three words until they become entirely incoherent in the mess that she becomes.
I bite, lick and suck at her most sensitive body part. Sendai-san can hardly keep herself still. Quickly, her composure dissolves, melting onto my tongue.
Occasionally I let my tongue slide down then back up again. I’m not sure if I’m doing all of this right, but Sendai-san doesn’t seem to care about whether my performance is good or not, curling into herself whenever my tongue dips a little too low.
Every time Sendai-san struggles against me, I pull at her leash in hopes to tame this side of her, to have this piece of Sendai-san submit wholely to me alone.
Her blood, her warmth — both have been consumed by me. They’ve become a part of me, staining our kiss and now my chin.
It’s impossible to take my eyes off of her, engraving every single one of her pleasant sounds and expressions into my mind. Sendai-san holds up her end behind teary eyelashes. She doesn’t look away from me, not once.
It doesn’t take long for her to come undone beneath me, panting whilst tremors ripple throughout her in sharp, rolling waves.
I move up to kiss her. She tastes herself as I do, utterly dazed and spent.
My palm stings from how much I pulled on her leash, the material coarse, but I don’t let it go. Not yet. Giving the leash another, final jerk, Sendai-san whimpers into our kiss.
Once our lips part, Sendai-san wraps her arms around me, holding me close — as if it was possible for us to somehow merge together. I don’t move for a little while and sooner or later her breathing evens out to the point where I think she might’ve fallen asleep.
“Are you okay?”
“Mmm.” She murmurs into my shoulder.
Zero response.
“…Hazuki?”
I try again a couple moments later, somewhat dumbfounded.
“Hazuki, I need to get up.”
Nothing. It’s rare for her to pass out after we do something like this, usually saying something rather idiotic like demanding for another round or two.
I sigh.
Sendai-san isn’t going to release me for sure, and now that I’m certain she’s asleep, I carefully peel away from her grasp and slide next to her, trying not to disturb her.
Her longer arms splay over me and Sendai-san’s brow furrows, instinctively nestling into my warmth. She doesn’t stir, though. It’s a little bit cute.
The leash is still in my hand and her collar is settled around her neck like a solid weight. I know there’ll be a mark left there too, creased and lovely red by how ruthless it dug into her. I find myself wanting to trace that figurative mark below the leather, seeing for myself just how rough I was with her.
My gaze is fixed on her beautiful countenance, softened by slumber, though still flushed from exertion.
For some time, and I’m not exactly sure how much time passes, but I simply stare at her.
“Hazuki,” I whisper her name, carding my hand through her tussled almond hair. The marks strewn across her skin are just as mesmerizing as she is.
Maybe, none of this will last forever.
I know well that these things rarely do.
But I’d like to believe that it might.
Sendai-san’s collar is the tangible, hopeful proof of that distant future.
It is the same color as her earrings; the birthstone of the month I was born in.
Now, another pledge of our relationship adorns her.
I wish to leave even more reminders of me along her body, so that pieces of myself can be interspersed throughout all of her. That maybe, one day, we’ll combine so closely into one to the point where nobody would be able to tell us apart anymore.
Sendai-san will become all of me and I’ll become all of her.
As long as Sendai-san stays true to her word, then maybe I’ll be okay with it.
We’ll just have to figure out what goes on her tag when the time comes.