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ainst his lips.
"This is yours," Madoka Ozawa told him, "the only thing that will be recog-
nized as yours as long as you are on this ship." He felt the soft
kid leather wrap around his neck, and heard the tiny click of the
fastening. The chain and binding cords lay on the ground behind his
head. He fingered the collar, mark of his bodily duty to his Lady
and watched Madoka's as Madoka Ozawa lowered herself into the water again. "It is
your mark of allegiance to me. By undergoing the initiatory lesson,
you've proved your worth to receive the collar." He was silent at
this. "It's actually a nice fit; I had to use a smaller one than
usual for you." Madoka Ozawa leaned forward and touched his face. "You have
such a lovely slim neck, you know." Madoka's hand dragged down his wet
chest, disappearing under the water that covered him. Again, his
nerve endings awakened to her.
He knew then that he would have stayed, no matter what, and endured
even more exhaustion than previous, all for Madoka's and what Madoka Ozawa could
teach him. He moved his hand under the warm water, taking hers in
it, and said, "Lady, I'm yours," and felt it with all his heart.
Madoka Ozawa looked directly into his dark eyes. "I knew you would be," she
whispered to him, and kissed him, the first and only kiss they had
shared while he was free, and the last. He returned it, gen
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