“Hello Mistress Caitlain. i have procured the materials that you have requested and i can build it to Your specs. You say he is worth it? This added cost and pain? i have other collars for slaves that would work if You did not require certain things.” he asked, his weathered face breaking into a smile. “Some say it is only a wife’s tale but i too think that steel tempered in blood makes it stronger and the sheen impossible to achieve any other way. The color of the finished piece will be a dusty red, the color of dried blood, a stark reminder just how the piece was forged. i have lined up the engraver to do the finish work for You. The piece will be ready in the time You have allotted. he must be very special for You to go to all of this time and effort.” he paused, waiting, hoping for more information.

A soft smile flitted across Her face, tiny dimples showing in each corner of Her mouth. “Worth it? Yes he is most certainly worth it and he is indeed special. one that I have been searching for perhaps My whole life.”

Shrugging aside the thoughts of cost and pain, She follows the artist back into the second work room. The forge filling most of the free area in the room. A hot fire already blazed there, heating the room to an almost unbearable temperature. She sits in the chair he had brought there for Her. All of the room easily in view without Her having to move. She watches as he starts to work. Time passes slowly. She watches each phase of the process. Admiring the strength of the artist as he takes the unfinished metal and heats it, each time working it more and more. Hearing the steam hiss in the air as he tempers it again and again. Smoothing….shaping….making that which She will be proud of. At times Her gaze wanders about the room. A slow smile appearing as She gazes upon items that She has twins of in Her box. Eyes widening as She spies items that She has not been shown before. A thoughtful look as She decides to bring the one here to allow him to make selections of things to add.