I forgot all about the keys for a second and reached up to touch the dog coll—I mean, the slave collar I was still wearing. I tried to look down and see it, but failed, because my neck was in the way. No, because it was on my neck. Gah. Who had designed humans, anyway? It was stupid not to be able to see your own neck, right? That seemed like poor planning to me. I should… should file a complaint.
