As soon as she had adjusted it to the correct fit, the collar faded against her skin. With surprise, she touched the area and found she couldn’t feel the leather nor the overlaid silver, but she did feel a tingle of magic around her neck where the collar would be. Fuck... she was nervous to activate it, but... well, honestly she’d been masturbating like crazy all week just thinking about the last time they’d been together and it didn’t hold a candle to the real thing. She was, to put it mildly, pretty damn desperate for an encore. Shifting her weight nervously from one side to the other, she checked herself once more in the mirror. "You can do this," she told her reflection, frustrated at her own reticence. "He offered. He won’t ridicule you or turn you away. Say the damn phrase!" She huffed in annoyance at herself before brushing her finger along the collar. "I need my Master," she breathed. She gasped as she felt the leather materialise beneath her fingertip. She saw the elegant design reflected in the mirror and turned back and forth to regard how it looked on her neck. She was still brushing her hand wonderingly along the material when her room swirled away before her eyes.