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The fashionable fur store has several cuts of doeskin and delightful leathers. Clearly, they have been drawing from some prime sources, including cheetah. There are even real fox stoles and mink pelts. All so wondrously fluffy and a powerful statement for whoever wears them.
“What do you think, Redcap?” I ask her. I hold out a cut of leather. “You’re mine now, sweet one. You must also wear the skin of the weak, to remember their fate.”
“Yes, mistress.”
I coax her out of that gaudy, star-spattered two-piece of hers. So obedient.
“Good,” I say. “Now, for your collar.”
I find a solid piece, with a great buckle, difficult to undo. A fitting thing to CLAIM my thrall. Now I have a tall minion, just like Dama Alta. Redcap is seven feet and two inches- a foot shorter than Dama Alta. Even so, I feel a swell of pride knowing that I have a tall girl of my very own.
“This collar MARKS you,” I command her. “Even when you are far from my gaze, when my voice cannot reach your ears, whenever my powers might weaken, it binds you to me. Just like my mask, you will not remove it for anything or anyone. You are mine.”
“By this collar… I am yours. Just like your mask… I will never remove it.”
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