"Now go get your master something that shows my level of authority,"
Mark ordered, "I'm going to check out the slave collars for you. Maybe
something with studs, and definitely a chastity device."
La Vida Loca was blaring on the Muzak in the store, and the muscle
slave Dean headed off to find something appropriately signifying his
master's dominion over him. "Roman rule," blared the singer. Dean
grabbed a nun's habit. Mark had his back to Dean when Dean arrived.
Thinking to surprise his master with his speedy return, Dean put the
headdress on Mark's head.
"Here ya go, Master Mark. When I was in school, this uniform was the
symbol of authority."
Mark saw his reflection in the mirror, but the magic veil was already
working. He stood up with a slightly confused expression and put on
the rest of the habit right there. His face was suddenly covered with
heavy makeup. Mark was now one of the Sister's of Perpetual
Indulgence. In a falsetto voice, Mark asked the proprietor, "Do you
have any wooden pointers? I suppose in a pinch a yardstick will do?
Oh, and how about that nice bullwhip, oh, and I think that plaid slave
collar looks like it belongs on a parochial school uniform."