"Am I allowed to open it, Mistress?” Vi said, her doe eyes out, slotting into her sub role instantly.

"Yes, and thank you for asking. I'll make sure Mistress Brenda is a little easier on you because of it."

"You don't have to do that…" Vi gave me a bratty smile. She reached down and pulled the front flap open, releasing the magnet and allowing the box top to hinge upward. She pulled the box open the rest of the way, and her eyes went wide when she saw what was inside the box.

Inside the box, on a red velvet…real velvet, not the cheap stuff bonded to a plastic base, was a black collar with a sparkling silver ring at the throat and a couple of silver loops flanking it along with a silver buckle for tightening. Vegan leather, but genuine silver. I grinned at the luxury of it, knowing that it was blowing Vi's mind.

“Mistress, it's…oh my god." Vi was in awe.

"It'll look better around your pretty little throat, Vi." I said with venom. "Put it on before I do it for you, and I won't be as gentle."

I could see the utter glee in Vi's eyes, but she knew she had to be submissive and shy here. She took the collar in her hands and pulled the buckle so it would open. She looked at the silver lettering, dotted with a single onyx and garnet on each of the letters, on the back of the collar.

"B + W?"

"We like to put our initials on the things we own. Easier to keep track of them that way." I pursed my lips, looking as seductive and mean as I could muster.

Vi slid the collar around her neck and buckled it tightly, leaving an extra inch to make sure that she had a little wiggle room for when we inevitably got it even tighter around her neck. "It's…beautiful, Mistress. Thank you."

"Don't thank me, and it's not supposed to be beautiful." I reached out and hooked my finger into the ring and pulled it forward, bringing Vi with it. "It's supposed to keep little obedient fuckgirls in their place. I didn't want to buy this for you, I had to." I said. I knew I would need to tell Vi later that, of course it was a gift and I wanted to buy it for her, and that she could keep it, but, right now, The Mistress did not mince words.

"Now go, little slut, present yourself to Mistress Brenda. And you had better hope that she approves of your appearance because you certainly don't want to find out what happens when she doesn't approve of what she sees. Make sure every stitch is in place. She demands perfection, and I don't even know if you're capable of that."