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give you direction for your next group session.”
    “Sir?” she asked not understanding.
    “Next time you go to group, you need to tell them what happened to you.  How you came to be in that bastard’s possession and then what he did to you.”
    “I – I can’t.  Please sir.  I – I can’t hear them say the words.”
    “What words?” Dom inquired, gently.
    She went silent, her tears still flowing.
    “Tell us,” Dom said using his master’s voice.
    “It was my fault,” she whispered.  “If only I had done what you told me to do, none of that … would have happened.  I was stupid.  And I deserved what I got.”
    She got up and walked away from them.  They were stunned.  Neither one of them had ever entertained the thought that she thought this had been her fault.  Why would they?  She had been kidnapped.  Why would she?
    “Kitten,” John called out, getting up along with Dom.  They followed her into the bedroom.  She lay curled up in the bed sobbing.  Dom got in on one side and John the other.  They lay down next to her.
    “Kitten,” John repeated himself quietly.  “It wasn’t your fault sweetheart.  They were determined to take you.  There’s nothing you could have done to stop them from taking you.  Especially since we weren’t there.”
    “I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone.” Dom told her.  “I should have listened to my gut and not left you alone.”
    Sofia plastered her body against Dom’s.  “You had a friend to save,” she reassured him.  “I was secondary to that.”
    “No you weren’t.  Aren’t.  I had a lover to take care of.  John was helping with Jordan.  I should have stayed and watched over you.”
    “Both of you are wrong,” John said tersely.  “There was no stopping that bastard.  I’m elated that we are all here today, together.  Nobody is dead.  Everything else we can handle between the three of us.”
    Sofia turned to face John, looking at him.  She put a hand on his cheek.
    “Do you think so?” she asked him.
    “Yes.  But we need to lay down some boundaries, rules and directions.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Kitten, we would like to collar you.”
    She looked at him curiously.  “What do you mean?” she asked.
    He gave her a half smile that made her stomach flutter.  Something was about to change in their relationship.
     
     
     

Chapter 8
                  “We want to put you in a collar.  It’s like an animal collar, but obvious made especially for you.”
                  Her eyes widened in surprise.  “You want me to be an animal?”
    “Yes, we want you to know to whom you belong.  It’ll make you solely dependent on us and make you realize how well we take care of you.  How much you’re worth to us.  Give you a place to stand again.”
    “I don’t understand,” she said, her confusion and concern clearly visible on her face.  “I’m your kitten already.”
    “Yes you are,” Dom agreed.  “This will be an added layer of submissiveness.  We will control your every minute of life.  From when you rise in the morning, till the time you go to bed.  We will take care of everything for you.  All you need to do is play and obey.  Do you think you can do that?”
    “I have to wear a collar?”
    “Yes.”
    “Why?  I can do all you want without –”
    “The collar serves as a reminder to all of us that you are dependent upon us, that we are your owners.  It reminds you to let go, give up control to us.  It reminds us that you are ours to care for, to make sure you are safe so you can surrender to us. We will use it to control you.  You will use it to submit.”
    “I don’t know …”
    The men waited for her to digest the idea. She had to decide.
    She looked from one to the other, trying to read their trustworthiness.  This was a different level of enslavement for her.  Could she do it?
    “May I have a pink one?” she asked her voice wavering but clear.
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