"I'm sure my usual amount of charm should be sufficient to convince this guy I'm on the up-and-up," he said confidently. Shannon held the offered band of leather and let his fingers turn it around while tracing the form and material. This was more or less what he expected, something functional without being overly weighed down by anything silly like tags or adornments. He roamed around the inside of the collar and tried to imagine what it would feel like to wear it, a slight frown of thoughtfulness on his face as he did so.

It was difficult to get the idea in his head. He simply shrugged and returned the collar to where he had heard Eli remove it. "Is it? I'd believe it: something forbidden that subs shouldn't get to see until they've reached an appropriate point with their Doms. If ever." Shannon was pretty sure that something as personal and culture-forming as the D/s scene would be filled with superstitions and old wives' tales. Something like seeing a bride on her wedding day or walking under ladders, but about leather and whips and all that. "What are you thinking for my collar?"