[43pic] Wedding Collar / 結婚首輪 (Patreon)

“...It’s been a while… are we… doing it tonight?”

After their anniversary dinner, she curled up against him on the living-room sofa and asked, quiet as a confession.Instead of answering, her husband slipped a finger beneath her wedding ring. Her cheeks flared pink immediately.

She disappeared into the bedroom. —And a little later, came back.A sheer, translucent leotard clung to her as she hovered in the doorway, half-ready to flee.“…Don’t look,” she breathed, voice small and pathetic, ears burning red.

Click. Leather cuffs shut around her wrists.Even when there was no way out, she didn’t fight.Then he slid her ring off—and buckled a thick leather collar around her neck in its place.

“…It’s lonely, but… I… like this too.”As soon as she got the words out, she couldn’t bear his eyes and looked away.

She sank to her knees and took him into her mouth with careful, dutiful attention.Just like she’d been trained—starting shallow, then inching deeper, her breathing turning quieter, steadier, obedient.

“…Nn… nn…!”A thick, sticky warmth was poured into her throat; she swallowed on reflex, her throat bobbing each time.She bit her lip to smother the humiliation—then opened for him again anyway, trying to show she could handle it.

But he still didn’t let her take all of him. Not yet. She wasn’t allowed.

When the leotard was cut away at the crotch, cool air kissed her bare, exposed slickness.Her body jumped with a sharp little twitch.

“Ah…! M-master…!”He eased into her slowly, and her shoulders trembled as a helpless sound slipped out.—The moment that title escaped her, their anniversary night flipped into discipline.

“Mmph—!? Nnng…!”A ball gag.As soon as the belt cinched tight, even her voice became something he controlled.

After that, he was relentless—slow, exact, driving deep and returning again and again to the spot that unraveled her fastest.“Ng… mmph… mmm…!”She didn’t run. It wasn’t that she couldn’t—she was already giving herself over, choosing to melt into him.

When she got close, she looked up at him like she needed permission to fall apart.Admitting defeat, she nodded—again and again—small, earnest, surrendering.

“Mmmph… ngh…!!”Her whole body seized as she came, trembling hard through the peak.The muffled sounds were painfully honest, and afterward—eyes half-lidded, breath ragged—her face held both humiliation and a soft, shameless happiness.

The collar she wore instead of her ring made their bond unmistakable—a wedding collar, plain as day.—Still his devoted wife… and no longer able to hide the submissive part of herself.

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「……久しぶりに……するの？」結婚記念日のディナーを終えて、リビングで肩を寄せながら妻が確かめる。返事の代わりに、夫が指輪に指をかけると、彼女の頬が赤くなった。

寝室へ向かう彼女。――しばらくして。半透明のレオタードに身を包んだ彼女が恥ずかしそうに戻ってくる。「……見ないでぇ」と情けない声。耳まで赤い。

そこに、カチリッと、革の手枷が閉まる。逃げられない形になっても、彼女は抵抗しない。そして、結婚指輪が外され、代わりに厚手の革の首輪が着けられる。

「……さびしいけど…………これも……好きぃ」言い切ってから、恥ずかしさに耐えきれず視線を逸らす。

彼女はすぐ膝をついて、夫の肉棒を丁寧に口に含んだ。教え込まれた通りに、浅い奉仕から、徐々に奥へ。

「……ん、ん……っ……！」喉に粘り気の強い液を注がれて、飲み込むたびに喉が上下する。彼女は恥ずかしさを押し殺すように唇を噛んで――それでも口を開いてみせた。

夫の肉棒はまだ収まらない。まだ、許されない。レオタードの股の部分がくり抜かれると、露わになった秘所が空気に触れて、びくん、と身体が跳ねた。

「んっ……っ、あ……っ。ご主人さま……っ！」主人の肉棒がゆっくり挿し込まれると、彼女は肩を震わせて、声をあげた。――その呼び方が漏れた瞬間、夫婦の夜が“躾の時間”に変わる。

「んむっ……！？　んん゛……っ」そこに、ボールギャグ。ベルトを締めた瞬間、彼女の声すらも主人に管理される。

そこからは執拗に、的確に。秘所の奥。彼女の特に弱いところを何度も擦る。「ん゛ん゛っ……んむぅ……っ、んんっ……！」逃げない。逃げられないんじゃなく、主人に委ねてしまってる。

限界が近づくと、彼女は必死に主人を見つめた。負けを認めるように、こくこくと頷いて――

「んむぅ……っ、ん゛ん゛……っ！！」大きく痙攣しながら、絶頂を迎えた。くぐもった声が情けないほど正直で、余韻に浸る顔は、恥と幸せに満ちていた。

指輪の代わりに嵌めた首輪が、ふたりの関係を“結婚首輪”みたいに示していた。――従順な妻のまま、Mの自分を隠しきれないまま。