Sam kneeling on the floor, naked
From Torg Adventure
Sam is kneeling on the floor completely naked. She has her head bowed and her hands behind her back. You think she's got something in her hand. You quickly close the door before anyone walks by.
"Well, my slut, what are you doing?" you say, satisfied when you see Sam's body react. You'll never get tired of her aftershocks at that word.
Without speaking nor looking up at you, she turns toward you and offers what is in her hands. It looks like a short black leather necklace.
You take the leather from her hand and examine it. It's black braided leather, too short for a necklace, but not for a choker. There's a loop on one end and a knot on the other.
"Please explain this, my slut." This time she moans a little when she shivers.
Sam takes a deep breath and lets it out with a sigh. She looks up at you. "Awhile ago, I was cruising the Internet, when I came across a naughty BDSM site. I couldn't explain then why this attracted me so strongly, but after looking at it every day for a month, I finally bought it. I put it in my box of mementos, having no idea why it attracted me." She stops to take another breath. You realize that she is revealing something very deep inside her. "Until now. You've made me your slut. I resisted, but, once you broke through, I knew that I've been waiting for someone to do that to me. I think I've known for a long time, and it scared me. I think that fear might be the original reason why I became so obsessed with the martial arts -- so that no one would be able to do that to me." What she's saying really seems to fit her personality. You've always wondered what drove her.
She continues, "In the last couple days, I've studied what I can find on the Internet about this. I don't agree with everything, but I've come to what the truth is for me. What you're holding is a collar. It represents my submission to you. I'm your slut." She quivers and gasps. "I will wear it in private for you as a symbol of your ownership of me, your complete possession of everything that is me. When I'm not wearing the collar, I can act normally around you. I can leave, I can talk back, I can even fight you." Sam now bows her head and doesn't look at you. "If I have the collar on, I will stay by your side unless you tell me not to, I will only speak when you ask me to, I will do whatever you tell me. When I wear it, it means that I'm your slave."
When she says 'slave', a chill goes up your spine. All this talk about sluts was one thing. This is a completely different level.
She bows to you and extends her neck. "If you will have me as your slut and slave, put this collar on me. At a later date, you can get your own collar for this, but for now this one will do."
Do you collar Sam?
