Freedom is heavy. Not the absence of walls. Not broken chains. Not an open road. It is the moment you stop running. The moment you surrender to something stronger than your fear. She was sure of herself, yet starving for freedom. He became her mirror showing her the parts she was ignoring. The collar is no cage. It is an anchor. The weight that finally stops her from drifting into the cold, meaningless void of not belonging.
Genre: BDSM
Tags: Ma/Fa, Coercion, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Workplace, BDSM, MaleDom, Rough, Anal Sex, Sex Toys, Slow
Sex Contents: Some Sex
Posted:In progress