The collar dug into her skin as she crawled along on all fours. Her body exposed fully to all those gathered around for todays event. Her bare breasts swaying as her ass was prominently on display.
Despite not one of them laying a finger on her, she could feel everyone of their deep, dark desires as they gazed upon her. She did not need to look up to feel every single set of eyes gazing upon her nudity.
Besides, she was not allowed to look up. That was one of the rules of the collaring ritual. Her cheeks flushed as she pondered the thought of everyone looking upon her womanhood not only bare for all to see but dripping with a mixture of shame and lust.
Nothing about her would be private after this day.
As she was lead to the alter, she felt her collar being handed off to the man before her. She was not allowed to look at this man yet she could feel his very presence towering over her.
This was the man that would own her body, mind, and soul for the years to come and would shape her in every way going forward.