Slave Girl 2: Chapter 136

With a soft kiss of my head my Lady whispers. “Kneel, my love.”

“Yes, my Lady.”

Pushing back a couple of feet I enter my best Kneel, even flexing my arms and chest to give my Mistress something extra sexy to look at when her cooling vision wafted back over me. It is not long before Cassie comes back with a folded cloth bundle laid across both her hands. The color of the cloth is a familiar vermilion, the shade of red which symbolized to those in the know one’s membership in the secret lifestyle.

“My Lady.” Cassie says in a servile tone as she bows her head low.

Rosa takes the bundle to lay it across her lap. “Kneel.”

Coming around Cassie kneels beside me, her pose just as flawless as my own.

Daintily and unhurriedly Rosa unfolds the fine red cloth, the final two flaps revealing a row of two thick leather straps and two lengths of leather twine with small wooden pendants. The leather of each item was the same shade of brown tinged with a subtle vermilion. Taking one of the twines, the two ends pinched between finger and thumb of each hand, she lifts it to let the pendant dangle in the center of the of the bowed length. The round pendant, about the size of a coin, was made of a dark hardwood. Into its face was carved the same rose symbol that was branded on the back of my Lady’s delicate hand.

“This is your living collar.” She says to me. “You are to wear it at all times unless I am the one to remove it from you. With this you show the world that you are my boy.”

“Yes, my Lady.” A shiver or excitement ripples down my body. I could not wait to feel it against my skin.

She does not place it on me however. Instead she lays it back down again. Taking the thicker of the two straps she lifts it in a similar manner. Turning the strap to reveal the face to me. The left side was a tongue end of the collar and on the other end the buckle that it slid into. The collar of sturdy leather was etched with a design of snaking thorned vines and leaves culminating in Rosa’s rose symbol placed prominently in the center. Just beneath the symbol was a steel ring built into the leather. Though I miss it at first as my eyes pan back and forth across what to any outside observer would simply be an elaborate dog collar I catch a little hedgehog hiding among the leaves.

“This is your true collar.” She says as she runs her slender fingers across the etched face. “This you will wear at times like these. When my power is strong and the eyes of the world are safely locked outside.” Reaching out she finds my head and softly strokes my hair. “If any other petty thief or wannabe tyrant takes your living collar, just know what your true collar is secure with me.”

Bringing it closer to me she allows me to study the leather that would soon grace my neck. The edges of the leather had been rounded so as not to cut supple flesh. On closer inspection I could now see that the design etched and stamped into it was attractive but not quite at the level one would expect from a professional leather worker. It was put there by deft yet amateur hands. But in all of its little imperfections it became so much more than perfect.

“Did you do this, my Lady?”

“Mm.” She nods with a gentle smile.

“Our Lady worked so hard on these.” Cassie says. “She would not let me help her.”

“It was not your place.” Rosa says. “Do you like it, my boy?”

“Like it?” I whisper. In my mind’s eyes I can see my Lady hunched over a table working by touch and the aid of her imperfect magically assisted sight on this most precious gift. How many mistakes had she made? How many rejects had she discarded before this one? But with love in her heart and by her own elegant hands she persevered to create…this. “It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

My Lady’s gorgeous smile grows. “It pleases me that you like it.” She pinches the tip of my nose. “My boy deserves only the best. Give me your neck.” Leaning forward I stretch my neck to give her free access to it. As I feel the strong leather wrap around my thick neck I close my eyes and let out a long, joyous sigh. At last! At last! A proper collar, at last! I was always hers but feeling this physical manifestation of her dominance did wonders for my submissive spirit. She cinches it snugly, though not tightly, then affixes the buckle. “You are my boy.”

“You are my Lady!” I say with unabashed pride. She presents me her branded hand and with no hesitation I kiss my Mistress’s symbol. “Thank you, my Lady.”

“Good boy.” She blesses me with a pat of my head. “Kneel.”

I return to my position, sitting high and proud. To my left Cassie had on an ear to ear grin, happy for my collaring and excited for her own.

Sitting regally our Lady lifts the other true collar. It was shorter and more slender than mine but otherwise identical. While an exact match would have been impossible given Rosa’s limited talents in leather craft the designs are unmistakably of a piece. It had the same vines, the same leaves and the same rose symbol front and center. The one main difference between the collars was that where mine had a snuffling hedgehog Cassie’s had a fuzzy, buzzy bumblebee amongst the foliage. Any other Sir or Lady in the world would surely have given two such capable fighters symbols of lions or phoenix or some other fierce creature. But not Rosa. The choices were soft, they were natural, they were feminine, they were her through and through.

“Present your neck.” Leaning forward as I did Cassie stretches her lovely neck and receives her Lady’s collar with every bit as much pride and joy as I had. I remembered well being collared that first time and what a special thrill it gave me. That same thrill I see in Cassie’s blue eyes. The buckle closed Rosa sits back and presents her hand. “You are my girl.”

“You are my Lady.” Cassie closes her eyes and kisses the symbol on the back of Rosa’s hand with love and passion. “Thank you, my Lady.”

“Kneel.” Cassie sits back to match my position. With a subtle swipe of her finger I feel her cooling gaze wash across us. Rosa looks from Cassie to me and slowly nods. “Beautiful.” Our hearts aglow we shine our love back at our demon mistress. “Look at each other.” We obey and turn our heads. Cassie giggles and I let out a laugh as our eyes meet. Once the titters subside we continue to smile and gaze into each other’s eyes. After giving us a few seconds to share this celebratory moment Rosa says. “Now face your Lady.” And we do.

Our Lady reaches into a pocket within the bundle and pulls from it a long, delicate brass chain. One end of it she clips to the ring at the front of my collar. The other she does the same to Cassie’s so that we were now attached to each other. She then folds the bundle back up, leaving the living collars within, and sets it on the table behind her. Hooking her index finger at the midpoint of the chain Rosa lifts it as she rises to her feet.

Again our Lady looks from one to the other of her kneeling submissives, pleased with what she saw. “Stand.” We get to our feet. With that natural dancer’s grace that she had been blessed with she turns on one foot to face the doorway. Still only holding the chain with a single finger Rosa strides away. As the chain goes taut both boy and girl hurry to catch up so that the Lady’s finger would not feel even a hint of resistance. With her ‘Master’ and ‘Mistress’ in tow the household ‘slave girl’ strides toward the stairs.

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