THE MASTER HAD ALREADY CHOSEN HIS VENUE FOR THE CEREMONY.
It was a medieval castle in the highlands of Scotland. It had come highly recommended and its suitability was confirmed by a visit from the Master himself. He was particularly impressed by its good kitchen and wine cellar.
But his choice was clinched by its chapel, which was supposed to be even more haunted than the rest of the castle.
The 'ceremony' of collaring is a recent introduction to the cult of B.D.S.M. and is mainly orchestrated by the parties involved. It can be private and simple, or it can be highly imaginative and extravagant. The Master was going for the latter.
He only now needed to confirm his booking and hire a few beefy guys to ensure his guests did not take advantage of his generosity. His slut would be vulnerable whilst blindfolded and chained to overhead fixings
for the 'blessing of the slut' T.B.C.
