Catherine looked at herself in the mirror. The red harness, whose leather straps wrapped around her breasts and vagina, was tight. Elena handed her a skimpy white tunic, which she placed over it. Then she held up a red collar. The words Serva Tizianae were written on it in black letters. It was an inconspicuous thin red leather strap. On the inside, like the harness, it was plated golden.

"This is your collar, slave. The cardinal rule is: never try to take it off."

Catherine closed her eyes as Elena placed the strap around her neck. It was tight and strangely cool against her throat and nape. Finally, the young slave put leather sandals on her feet.

"Alright. Domina is on the porch with her visitor. Bring them drinks and then stand at their disposal."

Catherine bowed and stepped out onto the porch with a tray. With her heart beating, she approached the two beautiful girls. They were casually reclining on their couches in the shade while watching a slave girl at work in the garden. She, too, wore a red collar. Catherine handed them the drinks. Without so much as a glance at her, the two aristocrats took their refreshments.

"Work is a beautiful thing. I could watch others do it all day" said Tiziana.

"Did you know that there are cultures that reject slavery? That believe in the equality of man? But surely it is perfectly obvious that any elevation of man can only take place in aristocratic societies. All noble races keep slaves. All higher cultures recognize that men differ in value."

"Well said."

"But you also treat your slaves strangely. Why don't you tattoo or brand your name on them?"

"They are clearly identifiable as my property."

"Those collars...the whole town recognizes your slaves by them. But why? There's something so noncommittal about it."

Tiziana giggled.

"Here, look."

Tiziana pulled out one of the red collars.

"There's more to these things than meets the naked eye."

Vanessa questioningly raised her eyebrows. Tiziana beckoned Catherine over.

"Slave, bring us a honeydew melon."

Catherine bowed and soon returned from the kitchen with the fruit.

"Put the strap on it."

Catherine fastened the leather strap around the middle of the melon. Even though she didn't show it, she was as perplexed as Vanessa.

Tiziana pulled out a small ivory box. A few buttons were visible on it.

"Look at this, my dear"

She pressed one of the small buttons. The red collar made a cracking sound and the top half of the fruit immediately fell down while Catherine kept the other half in her hand. It was neatly cut in the middle.

Vanessa grabbed her throat in shock. Catherine gasped for air. The cool juice ran down her hands.

"By the gods..." whispered Vanessa.

"Do you think my slave girls wear those collars because they're so fancy?"

"I've never seen anything like it... have you... have you ever used it?"

"Now and then..."

Tiziana put on a mischievous grin.

"Wanna see?"

Vanessa's face turned red. She glanced at Tiziana.

"Y...yes" she answered quietly.

Tiziana turned to Catherine.

"Slave, put down the melon!"

Catherine's heart skipped a beat. Trembling, she obeyed the aristocrat.

"On your knees!"

Tiziana turned to Vanessa and handed her the small box.

"The one in the middle, when you're ready."

Catherine should have bowed her head as she knelt before the patricians, but she had forgotten all manners. The pale slave girl looked Vanessa straight in the face. She returned the gaze. Her breasts poked through her thin white dress. The aristocrat's heartbeat accelerated in sync with the slave's. Vanessa was anxious, but at the same time she was curious. With her thumb, she ran small circles around the button in the center of the remote control. The power in her hands was intoxicating. She alternately looked into the eyes of the girl kneeling in front of her and at the collar.

Cold sweat trickled down Catherine's neck. Her whole sensation was directed only to her neck. It suddenly felt so thin and vulnerable. In her terror, she did not dare to move. She was petrified.

They both anticipated with growing excitement what would happen when Vanessa pressed the button. And yet they both knew it perfectly well.

"Mistress, please..."

Vanessa pressed the button.

"Hngh..." moaned Catherine. She writhed. She closed her eyes. Her breathing quickened as the muscles in her body contracted. She ran her hands between her legs. Vanessa watched with her mouth open.

"Stop it..." she moaned.

"By the gods, stop..."

Liquid oozed from under her tunic and trickled down her thighs. The slave's pulse thundered in her vagina. She had completely lost control of her body.

Tiziana laughed.

The girl continued to writhe at their feet, moaning. She bit her lower lip.

"I beg you, make it stop, hngh hngh..."

But finally the young slave gave up and let the overwhelming stimulation on her breasts and vagina take her over. She quivered with pleasure. It was like heaven.

"Push the button again."

Vanessa did as she said.

Panting before them lay Catherine. Her face red, her tunic soaking wet, her vagina still dripping.

Vanessa finally managed to close her mouth and looked at Tiziana. She was still laughing.

"You really thought I'd let you behead my slave here on my porch?"

Her laughter grew louder and louder. She held her stomach and tears ran down her cheeks. Finally, Vanessa herself started laughing.

Tiziana dismissed the slave girl, who was kneeling in front of them full of shame, with a wave of her hand. The girl rushed away crying.

"Isn't it wonderful, my dear? The sweetest pleasure and instant death. Both in your hand..."