I cried out weakly as I quickly leaned against the wall for support. My limbs were growing heavy again, as though the desire coursing through them was an unbearable weight, but I still reached out a hand to tug at my collar. I knew that it was most likely what was responsible for my state.
Unfortunately, the collar refused to budge.
"Ah ah ah, no pulling," Blaise scolded, smacking my exposed bottom with one hand. I squealed.
To my horror, the collar didn't relent. It reacted accordingly to Blaise's command, causing my body to heat up even further wherever it had the most contact with the collar. I could feel my mark burning, scorching my flesh from deep within. It was more pleasure than pain, but the shame of it all was a fate worse than death.
