It’s what you’ve wanted all this time, it’s time to earn it. You know that the collar is a reward, boy. One that you want in the deepest, most secret part of your soul. You need to wear MasterP’s collar. Just the thought of the leather locked around your neck, the leash in my hand, is enough to get you feeling so aroused that you can’t sit still. I know, and you know, what you have to do to earn the collar, boy. Submit. Obey. Beg. Keep stroking yourself into submission. You know it’s what you need.