Annie's pretty little thing

Just like you promised before all of this began, she finds herself melted beyond words, a wet wonderful mess. As she lays there trying to collect herself, you are beside her; cooing what a good girl she is, how beautiful she is, and how much you enjoyed your time with her. As you gently stroke her neck, she can hear the soft rattling of chains and rasping of leather. A moment later she feels something soft brushing against and around her neck. The sound of your soft voice and the clasp going click is like music to her ears as you tell her what a pretty little thing she is with your collar on her.