"Ohhh, I like this submissive streak, the need to please." He purrs delightedly, "You already know your place Michaella." Wincing at the perversion of your real name, you shake your head. Already regretting asking to leave has marked you out.
Turning to Cindy, you see your fear has emboldened her. Too late, you realise what she's holding!
The stiff leather collar is around your neck before you can stammer out any objections. The snick, of the padlock ensuring you won't be taking it off any time soon.
"Go out there, and put on a good show." The man tells you. Hell! Even the ditzy Cindy looks and feels intimidating, now.
"You'll wear that collar until I hear the crowd bay for your return." he threatens.
Cindy leans in close ensuring no hair is trapped in the collar, kissing your earlobe, electricity shoots through your body. She murmurs, "This is just an initiation. You'll be fine." her voice so quiet only you can hear it.
Sneaking looks at the intimidating man who looms over your future, you gasp. Despite the masculinity of his features. There's a trace of the familiar there, too.
He spots your fascinated, almost hypnotised look. "Yes, Michaella, it's me. I'm Don."
His coarse hand reaching out to maul one full breast, rolling one stiff nip between his thumb and forefinger. He's...No! She's your Dawn!
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