"I like your idea Basra. But, I don't want to wear a collar you've just surrendered." you gesture for Hassam to uncollar all of your women. They each stroke their neck lovingly as it's removed. The alien sensation of being collarless clearly as erotic as your touch. A dream beyond what any of them could've dared!
The disapproval on Hassam's face is clear. He thrusts each girls' collar into her hands, as he removes it.
"If you can pose as a free woman, then I'm sure I can manage it too." you tell Basra. A smile flits nervously over her face, caught out in her own logic flaw.
Playing with the collar, she fidgets nervously, as if afraid that Hassam will snap it back around her neck at the first opportunity.
"Does master want to flee like a woman?" he asks. His voice dripping disapproval. "Run away, and cower, hide behind the lives of real men, amongst the skirts of... as a woman!"
The women are giddy and giggling with excitement. Boundless energy fills their every movement, as they retrieve a skin suit for you.
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