A well-dressed woman

You first make another stop to get your "for sale" tag removed. You expect it to get replaced by a new one marking your new owner, but instead you are immediately brought over to your new owner. She is a tall, lean woman wearing a bright red overcoat with long coattails in the back, white gloves, high-waisted but form-fitting white pants, and black heeled boots that lace all the way up to her knees. She must be wearing a corset or some other form of shape wear under her coat, as her wide hips and thighs taper slightly into a tight waist cinched by her belt line, and her ample cleavage seems to float over her waist almost magically.

You get a good view of said cleavage as she leans down to get a closer look at you. Though her breasts are quite prominent and shapely, you can tell from here that yours are definitely still bigger, and that ilicits a small amount of pride in you. That pride immediately melts, however, when she cups your chin and forces your gaze up to meet her hazel eyes. As you look back at her, you can feel her piercing visage staring into your very soul. To your surprise, her pupils aren't round like a normal human's but instead catlike slits, which only make her stare even more intimidating.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" Her sudden question catches you off guard.

"R- R- R- Rosa..." you eventually stammer out. You have trouble finding any words while staring into her fierce gaze, but at the same time you can't bring yourself to look away.

"What a lovely name, Rosa. You and I are going to have a lot of fun together," she replies. She gives you a wicked grin, her bright red lips just barely parting and letting her bright white teeth peek through. She releases your chin, dropping her hand to your collar and letting her finger run from the base of your neck, down to between your breasts. All the while neither of you have broken the stare.

That stare is finally broken as a metallic clink on the front of your collar pulls your focus down to it. While you were mesmerized by her gaze, your new mistress took a thin velvet rope in her other hand and attached the clasp on the end to the loop on your collar. "We will have to replace this with something more fitting," she adds as she holds the collar between two of her fingers. Satisfied with your state for now, she stands upright again and turns around, her coattails flying outward as she spins on the toe of her heels. She gives the briefest of looks behind her as she rests the other end of the velvet rope on her shoulder, making sure that you will follow her when she begins walking.

And when she does begin walking, her long steps set a pace slightly faster than you can comfortably keep, forcing you to keep your focus on your steps and your new mistress lest you end up absentmindedly tripping over yourself.