Wedding Preparations – The Rings

The master jeweler arrived at the Voss estate in the late afternoon, accompanied by two assistants carrying several velvet cases.

Dorothy had you kneel naked in the center of the drawing room, wearing nothing but your pink leather collar and steel chastity cage. Fresh brands and piercings were fully on display.

“Today is the ring fitting,” Dorothy explained with a pleased smile. “The actual rings will only be placed on you after the vows during the ceremony.”

The jeweler opened the cases.

First, Dorothy’s wedding ring was presented — a beautiful white gold band with a large flawless diamond and emerald accents. She tried it on and nodded in approval.

Then came your rings.

The jeweler brought forward two custom pieces made specifically for you.

The first was a thin, delicate pink gold collar — much smaller and more elegant than your current leather one, but far more humiliating. It was designed to sit tightly around your throat like a permanent choker. On the front, in beautiful but unmistakable engraving, it read:

Slutcunt Voss

Wife & Breeding Bitch

A small but sturdy locking mechanism was built into the back. Once closed, it could not be removed without special tools.

Dorothy picked it up and fastened it around your neck herself. It was snug, elegant, and utterly degrading — a public declaration that you were her legal wife, yet still nothing more than a owned bitch.

She ran her finger across the engraved words.

“Perfect,” she whispered. “You’ll wear this instead of a traditional wedding band.”

The second item was a tiny, thin pink gold ring with delicate heart-shaped charms. The jeweler carefully unlocked your chastity cage for a moment, slid the ring behind your Prince Albert piercing, then locked the cage back on. The little hearts dangled cutely against your locked clitty.

Dorothy smiled with satisfaction.

“These two pieces will be officially placed on you right after we say our vows — in front of the entire council and all the noble families. Everyone will watch as I collar my new wife and lock her clitty ring into place.”

She tilted your chin up, admiring how the new thin collar looked on your neck.

“You won’t wear any finger ring like a real spouse,” she said softly. “Everyone will know exactly what you are. My collared, caged, branded breeding wife.”

She leaned down and kissed the new thin collar, right over your name.

“Only four days until the wedding, Slutcunt Voss.”

She gently tugged on the new collar, forcing you to look up at her.

“And on that day, the whole country will see me claim you properly.”