Chapter 4

FOUR

BOBBY

T he pink sets were a favourite of mine. I loved most of the leatherwork I produced, but there was something about a woman in something delicate and pink that made me hard.

Old country music hung in the air as I finished the set, smoothing the edges of the leather to ensure it wouldn't cut into whatever pretty pet would wear them. A brief flare of jealousy burned in my chest at the thought of another man enjoying a passionate night with his woman in the rose-coloured set. Ashley had placed the order, an unfortunately unisex name that meant I couldn't tell whether who was buying them. Was it a horny pet? Or a hopeful partner?

Too long had passed since I last tried to hook up with a woman. Many thought they wanted kinky, but my brand of fun was too degrading, or too niche.

Instead, I spent my days surrounded by piles of leather and chrome, and my nights beating off to porn. Thank god the internet existed. Deep in its electrical bowels lay a plethora of pet girls just waiting to be watched.

I ran my finger over the edge where the leather would meet flesh, giving it a last test. Perfect. What I'd give to be there to loop it around its new owner's neck. To pat her head and tell her she was a very good girl.

Maybe she'd post a review gushing about the epic night they'd had. She might even post a picture. The crotch of my pants tightened at the thought.

Envy fought against my professional qualms until I pulled my dick out with a grunt. Spreading the collar and cuff set out flat on the bench, I stroked my dick.

My breath caught as I fucked my hand, the jealousy only fuelling my desire. Whoever the owner was, she'd wear a bit of me around her neck.

Closing my eyes, I pictured a delicate set of fingers fastening the pink collar around her neck, tightening the clasp, not knowing that my cum had soaked into the leather.

Fuck, that was hot.

Fingers tightening around the head of my dick, I slapped my other hand against the wooden bench, groaning deep as my balls tightened.

She… would… wear… my… cum…

With a deep moan, I spilled hot ropes of white all over the set, marring their perfection with my need.

My pulse rattled as I looked at the mess, almost regretting it.

But not quite.

I snapped a photo on my phone, the droplets of spunk gleaming in the low light. One for my wank bank.

After fastening my trousers, I grabbed a shammy cloth and set about buffing the cum into the leather along with a clear polish. After twenty minutes, there was no visible evidence of my deposits.

Shame .

But I'd know they were there.

And if I was lucky enough to get a photo review, as often happens, I'd get to know who wore my cum around her neck.

The thought had my cock stirring anew as I packed the set into a black box, wrapped neatly in crepe paper and sealed with a sticker from my store on top.

Printing out the shipping label, I slapped it on top of the box, chuckling to myself that the order was only about fifty miles away.

Notions about hand delivering it flitted through my mind. About seeing the owner excitedly grip the box and take it inside, watching through the window as she unboxed it. Hell, maybe even seeing her try it on.

But it could equally be a partner who opened the door, and seeing their glee would only be a kick in the balls to my loneliness.

Plus, I wasn't that desperate.

Yet.