Ewelyn shyly fidgeted with a curl of her thick mane of cottoncandy colored hair as Ashanti presented her with her personalized collar marking her as his pet. He fit it around her breasts and wool carefully, and it fit perfectly. He’d made it so carefully that not a strand of wool would be snagged by the dark, not quite black metallic straps or turquoise studded stones. The orananental rubies were without flaw, and the fine metal hook for him to attach a leash cut just beneath her breasts.
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“Is it fitting well Little Lamb?” Asanati asked double checking the work and fit, with caring touches making sure it wasn’t cutting to hard. He had a leash in his hand matching the collar. After the inspection he put a soft kiss to her forehead. “You look wonderful.”
