Sherlock hadn't even realized how tense and stiff his body was, until John responded. His whole body went to mush. His muscles untensed and he quickly poured himself into the nearest kitchen chair before his legs totally gave out on him.

He ran a hand over his face, slowly. "I do wish you had let me help you make the final decision on the collar." He repeated. his voice not angry, but suddenly very tired and weary. "And I don't appreciate you looking on my laptop. We already privacy boundaries when he we first started seeing each other." He must have left the laptop open, because his was quite well passworded. That was a mistake he wouldn't make again.

But I am not mad at you, and I am not going to punish you." Right now, Sherlock was just not feeling very dominant at all. quite the opposite, really.