“Of course,” I said, taking her hands in mine. “I love you. I’ll do anything you want. We can try all sorts of things and have fun in any way we want.”
She smiled sheepishly. “OK.”
I kissed her hands, and when I let them go, she picked up her purse and reached into it, feeling around for something. She brought one closed fist out and held it out to me. “Here. Give me your hand.”
I held out my hand, palm up, and she opened her fingers and pressed something into my hand, now holding my hand inside both of hers. She looked at me and said, “I want this to be the way we do it. When one of us hands over the key to the collar, we’re asking the other person to take charge, whatever different things that may mean to each of us. I want it to be the signal.”
“All right. To make it certain, whoeve
