Get Collared and Get a Seal

"First thing you need to do is get me collared and have a **** seal applied to me," you explain with a squirm and a blush. Joan also squirms at the information, sucking in a breath. "There's a **** trade down the road, Joa... Um." You catch yourself; as a ****, you no longer have the right to say your owner's name unless she tells you that you can. "Mistress," you correct yourself in a small, embarrassed voice.

Joan gulps, and you notice the slight tent in her pants. "Mistress," she breathes. "M-Mistress. That's... um." She swallows and brings a fist up to her mouth, coughing awkwardly into it. "O-Okay. Let's go to that **** trade, then." She pauses and takes your hand, walking with you out the door. It's embarrassing holding her hand like this, especially when you enter the shop. It's a fairly decent sized building, boasting many different BDSM accessories on racks. Transformative potions sit on display, too, and in the back of the shop, a room where **** seals could be applied sat. A door next to this leads to a darker, more ominous hall, where men and women of many different shapes, sizes, and races sit chained in slavery, waiting to be sold to their next master or mistress.

Joan is clearly nervous in the shop, but smiles gently at you. "Okay, Nikola, let's get the **** seal applied."

You take a deep breath and nod. "Of course, Mistress," you agree. You head up to the big, buff man running the shop. "H-Hello, sir," you greet with a submissive bow.

The man blinks and raises an eye. "I recognize you. You're Nikola, the Champion of the Pits. I remember when you came in with your new **** eight years ago. So you finally lost, eh?"

"Y-Yes sir," you agree, swallowing. "I am here because I need a **** seal applied to me, and I need a collar as well."

"Of course, only natural for a worthless ****." He grins. He's tall and huge; he must have giant blood in him, because he stands at fifteen feet. His muscles are as big as barrels. "Right this way, ex-Champion and Champion." His eyes twinkle at Joan, who blushes a little and rubs the back of her blonde hair awkwardly.

"Eheheh..."

The three of you move to the sealing room, where the giant-blooded man ushers you both in. You take a seat while Joan stands next to you, and the man nods in approval. He moves over to a desk where a stamp sits on a table, and picks it up. "Alright, this'll feel strange," he warns you. "Brace yourself, ex-Champ."

You suck in a breath and nod. "Of course."

He lifts up your shirt, causing you to blush deeper, and pushes the stamp against your waist, right above your skirt. You shudder when you feel the cold rubber of the stamp press against you, a magical glow emanating from it in the shape of the classic **** seal:

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Just like the shop owner warned, it feels strange. Hot. Tingly. You whimper a little, thighs rubbing together as an odd warmth flows through you. Your nipples harden against your shirt and chest armor.

"And now for your collar, ****." The man's eyes linger on you a little too long for it to be comfortable, before leading you out. Joan frowns at you and squeezes your hand.

"You okay?" she asks gently.

"Yeah, just..." You hesitate, licking your lips. Jeanne's lips somehow seem... very kissable all of a sudden. "I feel odd, Mistress."

Joan hesitates, nodding. "Alright. Come on." The two of you emerge in the main store, and walk over to the aisle with the collars. "Um... t-then pick out one you'd like, I suppose."

Eventually you pick out one like this, but gold:

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"Before we complete the purchase... is there anything else you want, Nikola?" Joan asks gently. You pause and blush deeply, considering the question.