Make it Official

"Very well, Garmen. I don't suppose you have a collar for my new puppy laying about? I have a feeling she's gonna be a handful."

"Puppy!?" Camalia blurts out incredulously. Her cheeks flushed light pink at the implication.

"Figured it was nicer than bitch." As you mocked your new ****, Garmen walks towards a cabinet filled with collar, chains, whips and a few other tools commonly used in his trade.

He takes a moment to decide on one, trying to decide which would be the best fit, before grabbing one that was on the smaller side. Size being the only real factor since all the collars were identical. Medium grade iron with a simple padlock on the front to keep the slaves from removing them. "Yes, this should do nicely." Garmen then walks back over to you, collar in hand.

Camalia watches Garmen closely as he walks towards her. The fear in her eyes growing more evident. "W-wait! Hold on, please! If....if you just contact my father-!"

"Your father is the reason you're here. He sold you to Garmen and now Garmen is selling you to me. You are property. Me calling you a puppy was about as much a compliment as a plebeian like you will be getting from now on." You inform her of her place, looking down onto her much like you would guess she has done to others when she was a noble.

Camalia steps back as your words hit her. She is so dumbstruck she almost doesn't notice as Garmen gets close to her with the collar. Almost. As the cold metal touches her neck Camalia jumps to the side, knocking herself into the doorway of her cell. She looks between Garmen and you, unsure of what do to. "Do not make this any more difficult than it has to be."

You warn the stubborn girl who's body shakes in fear. "Better yet, please allow me Garmen." You hold out your hand for the collar. Garmen nods accepting your decision before placing the collar and padlock in your hand. "Shall I give you and your pet a moment, good sir?"

"Yes, please. Though this won't take long. I shan't be more than a few minutes." Garmen again nods his head before walking towards the door leading to the already trained slaves you once passed through.

Now it is only you and Camalia. Well you, her, and all the other slaves in the room... though at the moment neither you nor her care about them.

"Look I.....we can work something out. My family's company may be a little worse for wears right now but-"

You stop the blond's pathetic negotiations by gently placing a finger to her lips. You can feel how soft and supple they are.

You must resist the urge to start her bedroom training right now. "We have been through this already. You are mine and mine alone. Now you can accept it and let me collar you... or you can resist. In which case I'll collar you, shackle your arms behind your back, and let Garmen know that he can keep that rag you have around your waist before you walk outside in broad daylight."