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Stolas grabbed the leather collar that he had placed on the table besides the chair he was sitting on top of, saving the leash for last. Delicately grabbing it by the slender, custom-made, adorned with sliver spikes leather, lifting the prog off the the buckle, sliding it off the hole it had been placed before, just for the visual appearance of it.
"I want you on your knees, sat."