It doesn't take long for you both to find a spot, though she also finds something, a collar of some sort, along the way. She then pins you to the cold stone beneath you which sends shivers through you even as it is quickly countered by the eager warmth of Camilla who is again pressing her body flush to you as she places the collar round your neck and-
You know what it is, seconds before you hear it click in place. Even that knowledge however can do nothing as you feel yourself latching onto Camilla. She wasn't just your Mistress... she was your everything, your life, even beyond death, was hers. Your will was completely bound to her own... free thoughts were no longer a thing for you. Your Mistress's will would always come first, second, third and last... the process was orgasmic as you came just from it being put on even as you felt her shifting so she could fiercely grind her own damp folds against your own.