Breaking the Rules

For the next few days, Devon secluded himself in his study, devoting most of his time to his official duties. We didn't converse much, and I refrained from mentioning anything about the Crescent Pack to him once again, aware that it was a sensitive topic. One afternoon, as Devon was getting ready to attend a session in the chamber, he left a red box on his nightstand. He informed me that it was a gift intended for me. Filled with curiosity, I opened the box to discover a silver collar adorned with the words: Galaxy Pack - D engraved on it. It was a personalized, exquisite collar that he wished for me to wear, signifying my status as his submissive. Sitting before the mirror, I carefully fastened the collar around my neck and observed myself in the reflection. One end of the collar boasted a sparkling diamond, indistinguishable from an ordinary necklace, yet undoubtedly more valuable. However, it felt constricting, like a hand gripping my throat. It brought to mind Devon's words, which