My bedroom. Stockings. Immediately.
Is that an order?
Wear something I can easily rip off you, too.
And that collar. I quite like that collar.
Come long now, self.
“Gladly, Master,” he murmurs, letting an amused grin cross his face. It isn’t difficult to find his old collar again; he buckles it around his neck obligingly and throws his other self an expectant look.