She stared at the collar. It wasnt exactly an engagement ring, but in its own way it symbolized a commitment just as deep, if not deeper. She could almost feel those doors from her dream opening up in front of her, yawning wider and wider. She took a long, deep breath and dropped to her knees in front of him. She raised her face to look at him and reached back with her hands to lift her hair up and free of her neck. She held the pose, her hands on the back of her head, her back arched. She moved her knees apart in what she hoped was a good approximation of a slave-girl pose shed only read about. She bent her head and closed her eyes as her master reached down and buckled the soft, warm leather collar around her slender neck. She could almost swear that she heard the doors from her dream
