I let her see it

Isabelle decided there would be no harm in letting her see it up close. "Sure. Why not? You've been so nice to me."

Rita stood there, fixated on the nude White woman. Then she held out her hand. "Well, take it off, and let me see it."

"Is that allowed?" asked Isabelle.

"You can take your collar off if someone requests to see it." Rita had a sly look on her face as se said it. But Isabelle hadn't noticed. Instead she took off the collar and handed it to Rita. "I've never seen a White **** wear a pink collar before now. They are usually reserved for women from the Orient, and you don't look like an Oriental to me."

She took her collar off, and handed it to Rita.

Rita examined it closely, and found Carmen's name engraved on the inside of it. "Hmm, this is most unusual. It looks like your mistress was more interested in picking out an Oriental girl instead of you. She must have given you this collar by mistake," lied Rita. "But I can fix everything for you."

"How can you do that?" aske the naive Isabelle.

"Why, I just happen to have a black collar right here." She reached into her oversized purse, and pulled out a brand new black collar with rings and studs all over it. "Here. Put this on," she said, handing the collar to Isabelle.

Isabelle took the collar, and put it on. "Thank you!" she exclaimed with a sigh of relief. "I knw nothing about the DAALS."

"I know you don't know anything about us, stupid White girl." She laughed out loud. Then she put a small padlock on the ring that fastened the collar. "You are now my property!"

"But I belong to Carmen!" Isabelle protested. "We're married!"

"Consider yourself divorced. You are coming with me, or else."