Stephanie appeared from the hallway. She was naked, except for her collar, polished to a high sheen. The silver ring in front nestled in the hollow of her neck and glinted sharply in the candlelight. Before her she carried a small, red silk pillow. An open collar identical to hers rested on it, a tiny golden lock and key in the center.
“This is my collar. To give or take back from whomever I choose,” Daniel said.
He nodded at Stephanie who stood in front of me. “Marlene, will you accept Daniel’s collar, as token of our commitment to you, as your master and mistress?”
So, this was it. Was I in this just for the fun of it? Or did Stephanie and Daniel really mean something to me? And not just as friends, or even not just as a master and mistress. A wedding band came in different
