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“You look nice like that.” He squeezed Stevanna’s thigh. “What do you think? Should we go to my cabin? Or to the center of town?”
Town or home? Either had its issues. “Whatever you wish, master.”
He smiled broadly. “Then into town it is. Hold on, it might get bumpy.”
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First: The Collar (LJ)
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On Display:
“So proud.” The man stroked Stevanna’s cheek. “And so expensive.” His hand went to the clockwork collar, then lower, to her dress. “Strip.”
The back of his wagon was a mess of crates, not the place for such things. But she was his slave now. She stripped.
He clothed her in a silk shift, then hooked a leash to the collar.
He chained her wrists, arms outspread, to the front hoop of his wagon, then hooked the leash to the top of the hoop, stretching her onto her toes. “You’re like a painting. And everyone will know you are mine.”
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I did mention this was experimental, right? I will navigate my card – and this Stavanna’s story – based on answers to the polls. Polls will remain open until:
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The Auction
“Well, then, out with you.”The matching bracelets clicked around Stavanna’s wrists. Rose pushed her through the door.
Out the door, onto the selling stage.
“They didn’t want you bad enough.” The rough man grabbed Stavanna’s bracelets and steered her out of the auction house. “I do. So you’re mine.”
First: The Collar (LJ)
Next: On Display (LJ)
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This is an experiment in a couple different ways, and a creation of, possibly, an entirely new ‘verse. It’s also a second attempt at filling Bingo with 100-word stories on my Kink Bingo Card.
The Collar
“You know, once this is on…”
The collar was the handiwork of an Enclave: beautiful, fine, filled with clockwork mechanisms and unknown trickery. It was cold in Stavanna’s hands, but she expected no less.
“I know.” She nodded at her mentor and handler. “There’s no taking it off.” She lifted her hair off her neck and handed the collar to Rose.
“And no coming back. You’re certain, then?” Before Stavanna answered, Rose was holding the cold collar against her throat.
“Certain.” She closed her eyes as the locking mechanism clicked shut. It fit her neck perfectly and irrevocably. “Steel certain.”
Next: The Auction (LJ)
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