Under the cabinet sat a large wooden chest with a solid new padlock. She recognised the collar from the websites she had so eagerly visited a few days before—it was about 6 cm wide, made of brushed steel and lined with red velvet and had four equidistant D rings. Kitty was in deep shock; for a few moments, she was mute with disbelief. As Kitty’s body finally relaxed the man quietly said to her, ‘You see Kitty, I own your body now and if you please me you will be rewarded with more pleasure that you thought possible.’
‘ ‘ank ‘ou, ‘Aster,’ she breathed, the pulses still coursing around her bloodstream. ‘As a slave you aren’t, strictly speaking, entitled to any information about your fate, but seeing as you are supposed to be a smart bitch, but quite obviously are a complete novice, I’ve decided to educate you a little.’ He laughed softly. With his back to her, Master M undid the chest, extracted some articles that clinked against each other and then relocked the padlock.
