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MsTanner -> The Collar (5/28/2016 10:02:35 AM)
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_Cool steel slides through My fingers, strong links woven in an intricate pattern which gleams in golden candlelight. Such a long way they have come from the rock which bore the iron which became the steel. Through fire and water the rings have passed, heated, cooled, stretched and hammered, inexorably bent to their maker’s will and talent. So shall your journey be, My pet. Through heat and cold you shall go, stretched and hammered, guided and nurtured. Iron will become steel, and steel will become art._
_Your warm lips press a reverent kiss to the icy links as your head dips to receive the chainmail rope. Your sharp intake of breath as the strong, smooth links slide around your neck is the first of many. No collar should fail to make itself felt._
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