Carrick's thumbs strokes down the sides of Mika's neck as he slowly fastened the buckle of the collar around the slave's neck. He would buy a more fitting collar soon enough, but for now it pleased him to see the boy humiliated in a collar meant for one of his pets.
"You'll wear this whenever you're in my presence," Carrick ordered. "Until I decide you're worthy of wearing something meant for a human, not an animal."
He let his eyes pass slowly over the kneeling slave. The collar suited him.
"So, Mika. Tell me about yourself. You have a talented mouth, I've already seen that. I'd like to know your other talents in the bedroom and pleasure-chamber. How else did you last Master make use of you?"