Collared!

You place the leash upon the bar for the moment. Then with slow deliberation you raise the collar to Bridget's slender neck. Her eyes close and she holds her breath as the broad leather band encircles her neck and the end is threaded though the steel buckle. You pull it tighter, though careful to allow enough slack for Bridget to breath and swallow unhindered. You fasten the buckle and drop your hands to your sides and wait and watch for her reaction.

Bridget raises her hands to the collar and tugs gently upon it. It is secure of course. Her fingers run over the smooth leather and play with the steel rings at her throat and each side of the collar. At last she expels her held breath with a gasp and opens her eyes.

"Kneel." You command her.

Bridget obeys without question, kneeling before you looking up at your face with an expression of awe and excitement. You take up the leash once more and clip it onto the collar's steel ring at her throat.

"Knees apart, back straight and chin raised." You order and Bridget complies. "Good, When I command you to kneel this is the position and posture you will assume."

"You will address me as Miss Michelle." You continue. "You will only speak when prompted to do so by myself and will always address me by name. Is that clear?"

"Yes Miss Michelle." Bridget answers.

"What is your name girl?" You ask her.

"Bridget Miss Michelle." Bridget answers. You had half expected a lie, but an understandable one.

"Really? Hmmm, that does suit you." You tell her.