We had been standing in line for the music festival for about 30 minutes when she whispered in my ear: “unzip your hoodie.”

She knew I had it zipped up all the way for a reason – she had put on a collar just before we left the apartment. I was excited at first, the thrill of it all made me shiver. I was now owned, I was hers, and the collar was a symbol of our relationship.

But now, out in public – she wanted me to uncover my collar, so everyone could see.

I obeyed immediately, of course. I wasn’t wearing a shirt under the hoodie, just the new pink collar. As I revealed it, I could feel eyes on me.

I was both embarrassed and incredibly turned on at the same time.