She wears the collar

“This must be some kind of joke right?” Naomi looked at Paul and then at the two security officials, who both stared back blankly, before realising it was not a joke. She sat there for a moment, before eventually picking up the collar with her shaking hands, and looking at it, they eventually pulling her hair up and placing it around her neck.

The security woman walked over and lifted Naomi’s permed hair on one side—where the buckle of the collar was—and slipped a padlock through the hole in the buckle, then she snapped the padlock shut and handed the key to Paul

The color drained from Naomi’s face and her finger stroked the leather of the collar uncomfortably.

“I can see you’re both new to the island,” the security woman said. “Here is something for you.” She handed you a pamphlet that said: how to train your ****. Paul looked at the kneeling silhouette of a **** on the cover but Naomi looked over in shock, so he placed it in his pocket, wondering whether to read it or toss it in the trash.

“Can we go now?” Naomi asked.

“When your master is ready,” the woman replied, giving Naomi an icy stare.

Paul got up to go and Naomi stood too.

“Here’s a leash for her,” the woman said, handing it to Paul. “A couple of things before you go, the main rules here are: your **** must wear a collar at all times in public, your **** can’t go out without her master, and any public shows of disobedience will automatically result in a night’s stay in our training facility. If there are any private shows of disobedience, give us a call, and we’ll pick her up.” She handed Paul a card with the phone number on. “Enjoy your stay in Naruda.”