... as a black pleated skirt, so short that you can tell that it will just barely leave your pubic mound visible; a corset that does not cover your breasts; and a collar with a chain attached to it. You put the skirt around your waste, snapping it in place. It looks like it's designed to be ripped off easily. The corset is harder; you've never worn a garment like this before, but with a little help from your captor, you have it on and tightened in no time. You fight the collar, but she's stronger. She overpowers you and snaps the collar shut around your neck. The metal is now one smooth unbroken ring, no way to remove it. Unlike the clothing, this is clearly meant to be permanent.
She removes her tail from you, but you no longer have any desire to mistake. as the dripping and sticky tip of her tail hovers in front of your mouth, you open it obediently and enjoy it as she forces you to lick your own juices from her tail. The collar has changed things. You love her, deeply. You love Nirwynn; though you don't know how you know her name. Nothing matters to you anymore accept pleasing your new mistress. "I love you~" You say subserviently to her, and feel glowingly proud and warm as she responds "I love you too Geshrak"
Geshrak is a good name, doubly so since your mistress gave it to you. In a sudden moment of clarity, you realize that, collar or no, you'd have things no other way. You could have been ensnared by someone abusive or cruel, or just cold; but you were so lucky that you got someone loving. Someone who had such compassion for you, that she did what was best for you even in spite of your foolish protests.