You are clearly a now in mind, body and soul, now and forever

With that, Faizah begins saying in a cold and dismissive voice, "Abra, you are clearly now a **** now in mind, body and soul, and will be now and forever."

Tears begin to well up in your eyes. "Mistress, I don't want this fate!" you whine pathetically, cheeks turning red.

She slaps your face then raises your chin with one hand so you have to look into her powerful eyes. With the other, she touches your collar. "What is this, girl?"

You sob a little more then bite your bottom lip. "A collar, mistress," you respond meekly.

She gives the crowd a wry grin. "Hm... and girl, what does a collar show exactly?"

You freeze for a few seconds, swallowing. "It shows I am mere chattel and owned by you, mistress..."

Faizah nods her head. "Exactly girl — as such, your wishes on the matter are immaterial. So tell me, what do they say about freeing a ****?"

You go ghostly white. "Mistress, it is said that only a fool frees a ****..."

She does a hearty laugh for the gathered crowd, before carrying on. "So am I a fool, girl?"

"No... I-I can never expect to be freed, mistress..." you say, tears streaming down your face.

She lets go of your chin and claps her hands together delightedly. "Clever girl. Now you get the picture."

Many in the gathered crowd titter. Faizah turns to them. "Does she not belong at my knees forever?" she asks with a flourish.

A large matron chuckles, then says...