DarkCoffe

I found myself in a situation similar to that of high school, only it was about wizardry and had collars involved. I and the other students where all wearing collars and I got the general feeling that the collars where a symbol of us being owned and dominated by something.

I felt right at home considering that my mental and bodily integrity remained intact. I was sitting next to this boy in one of the classes, I don't remember what the subject was, when he started to rub his foot on my lower leg. Considering how lonely I am, I decided to put my attention onto him. It was awkward nonverbal conversation for the most part. Then that reality faded into the recesses of my brain.