And I guess that was my label, after all. The only one I really needed. I was his. …but I mean, it would also be nice to have other labels. Or one other label, at least. The kind that started with a B and rhymed with toy… trend. The kind you could say in front of other people without them thinking you were a kinky freak which... Wait, were we? Kinky freaks? Just because I missed my collar and liked needing to beg for my master’s cum, I mean?
