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Peter motioned for Bradley to place the collar around her neck. He pulled the piece out of the bag and Darci smiled. It was a thin silver chain with a tiny amber colored pendant on it. It was understated and beautiful.

As he draped it around her neck, Peter said, “I offered to fit it with a GPS tracker, but he told me you wouldn’t need it since you won’t be trying to run away from him anymore.”

Darci, along with the audience laughed at his silly joke, but she could hear the undercurrent of a threat in his tone. Peter would always be protective of her.

When the collar was on, Peter said, “They’ve chosen not to put a lock on the collar because they want to always be reminded that this is a choice, and with or without the collar their love is what binds them together. The collar is just a symbol of that bond, and now that the collar is around Darci’s neck, I bring this ceremony to a close.” To Bradley he said, “You can now kiss, spank, fuck, or whatever other devious thing you have planned, your submissive.”

The audience cheered and Bradley helped Darci to her feet before he pulled her into his arms for a rough kiss.

“Mine,” he growled as he broke the kiss.

“Yours,” she said with a sigh as she snuggled close to him.

Darci put her dress back on and the couple set about visiting with all of their friends, sharing champagne, cake, and conversation. Play stations were starting to be used and soon the dungeon was filled with some of her favorite sounds. Bradley had stepped away to talk to Gage, the club’s owner. Michael came up to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

“Congratulations, kiddo.”

She tilted her head so she could see his face. “Thanks! Couldn’t convince Adara to come?”

He laughed. “I’m trying not to scare her too much all at once. She’s open to visiting sometime though.”

Darci clapped her hands together. She was happy for her friend. “Let me know when, I’ll make sure we’re here. Or would that be too weird for her?”

“I’ll find out. But today is your day. That’s enough talk about me. Looks like your man is up to something anyway,” he said, jerking his chin in the direction of the platform. Darci turned, and sure enough, Bradley was back on the stage with the microphone in his hand. What on earth was he up to now?

“Darci, come up here please.”

Maybe this was a test of her submission. She wondered what he was about to do to her. Her pulse was racing by the time she reached him. He didn’t ask her to kneel like she expected. Instead he took one of her hands in his.

“Not all of you know this, but as a symbol of her submission, I asked Darci to let me have complete control over the collaring ceremony. She graciously agreed, even though I know it was hard for her.” He turned to Darci as he spoke. “So now, I have a question.” She eyed him suspiciously as he paused for a moment before dropping to one knee.

“How would you like to plan the wedding?”

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