For weeks he had allowed the effects to work on her, for weeks he had not been disappointed in their progress. As always, the black ribbon performed without question, and without doubt. The girl, jasmine, was now his. He stood over her nude form, his arms folding behind him as the collar offered its dark red glow reflecting off its silver base.
He told her that she was his, that there was nothing else, no one else. All now belonged to him. He lead her back to the tower and stepped through the door, and called out: "lani dear, I have a task for you."
The marble floor and pillars that streched up carried his voice, though no doubt lani could feel the chill in the air and know he was home before he called her down. He turned back to look at the delicate form of jasmine.
"As I said before, do everything she tells you, otherwise, you won't live the week. Is that clear?"
He told her that she was his, that there was nothing else, no one else. All now belonged to him. He lead her back to the tower and stepped through the door, and called out: "lani dear, I have a task for you."
The marble floor and pillars that streched up carried his voice, though no doubt lani could feel the chill in the air and know he was home before he called her down. He turned back to look at the delicate form of jasmine.
"As I said before, do everything she tells you, otherwise, you won't live the week. Is that clear?"