No Collar? No Problem.

Vince doesn’t just want to be my houseboy.

He wants to be my obedient little pet. And today? He proved it.

No collar? He didn’t flinch.

He grabbed a belt, wrapped it tight around his throat, and dropped to his knees like the desperate little thing he is.

Mouth open. Eyes wide. Begging. So fucking eager to please. So proud to be owned. He didn’t say much — didn’t need to. His body did all the talking. Back arched. Hands resting on his thighs. That belt pulling just enough to remind him where he belongs.

Vince doesn’t just play the role. He is the role. And he’s never more perfect than when he’s on the floor, ready to be used.