He’s nodding to her suggestion, taking steadying breaths. “Yes.” And then she adds her skirt to it and he breathes out, settling down a hair.

“Alright. I have to — there’s are rules they gave me,” he says again. He takes one more deep breath and then, voice utterly flat, recites, “Mistress, please allow me to serve you, and if I am very good, reward me with my release.”

As he says it, something glows briefly on the collar, and he hisses as it feels briefly warm. He hasn’t said the second part, and it grows hotter until he adds, “Use me as you will. Nothing is out of limits. I am completely a your mercy. Your pleasure is all that matters.”

The heat lets off but there’s no hiding the dull flighty panic in his eyes. If it’s not clear why he was so uncomfortable, he suspects it is now.