Post by Admin on Jan 30, 2015 0:18:57 GMT -5
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[ Exeter Metal Works ]
-Within the immense complex that has a large forge with several furnaces, a bright and open studio for sales and slave branding, and a well appointed office in the back...-
says to ALL: I walk out into the forges, looking over the many different molds that I have for slave collars. I wanted this one to be special, something different and unique. I knew that I wanted to make it out of solid silver, but perhaps I could find some other ways to influence the overall look of it. I also knew that I wanted a tumbler lock on it and one ring that would sit to the opposite side of the lock alongside the hinge. I had several small delicate silver hinges already made. I decide to go through them first, picking out the one that I thought was the most appropriate. I set this onto the work bench as I go back to the molds. Something slender, that would be the correct size for her throat. I begin to dig through, wanting to use a mold that I have never used before for anything. It took some time, the entire room was covered in soot so I was incredibly dirty by the time I found the one I wanted, in the back behind some other molds. I open it and grin, yes this was the one. I set it upon the work bench next to the furnace that I used when I was in the forge. The other men inside were working on other project and were not really paying much attention to me, they knew of my mercurial ways when it came to creating things.
(21:19:35 )
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[ Exeter Metal Works ]
-Within the immense complex that has a large forge with several furnaces, a bright and open studio for sales and slave branding, and a well appointed office in the back...-
says to ALL: I continued to melt the silver slowly making sure to heat it evenly. Once I was sure that it was warm enough, and melted all the way through and the silver was liquidated and smooth I retrieve the crucible from the fire, sweat dripping down my face from the heat here in the forge. I turn towards the mold and very carefully pour the silver into the mold. I had only heated up just what I needed for the collar itself but even then there was a bit left over in the bottom of the crucible when I was done. I quench this into cold water so that the silver will flake off and can be retrieved later. I had a special quenching barrel for precious metals, the steel in the bottom of the other quenching barrels was not really needed and would be disposed of, but this would be strained as it was poured out so that the flakes of metal could be retrieved. I put away the crucible and the other tools that I used to heat the silver and then turn towards the mold, waiting a sufficient amount of time for it to cool and then cracking it open so that I could look at the collar inside, it was beautiful already, delicate and thin, no thicker than my pinky finger in diameter. A perfect circle in two halves, the locking mechanism would join them on one side and the hinge on the other. While the silver was still hot I remove it from the mold and use a pair of pliers and a punch to knock holes into each of the four ends of the two pieces so that I could place rivets in them to attach the locking mechanism and the hinge to the collar, and then I place another hole through it where I could attach the ring. I would need to source the lock and ring from my stockpile of different pieces and parts before moving on to the next step.
(21:31:00 )
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[ Exeter Metal Works ]
-Within the immense complex that has a large forge with several furnaces, a bright and open studio for sales and slave branding, and a well appointed office in the back...-
says to ALL: I began to look through all of the clasps and locks that I had. I began looking through for something totally unique, something that was unlike anything I had made before. I found a lock that had a leaf shaped end that would slide over the end of the collar and then would be attached by a rivet and then had a another end that was a loop with intricately wound silver around it. These were items that I could not make myself and that I had bought many years ago from a merchant by the name of McKayla. I knew that at some point I would use them on a collar, I did not realize at the time that it would be a collar for my own slave. I grin again, sure that this was the right setup for what I was looking to do. I take the two pieces and walk back to the work bench. Sliding first one end over one side of the collar and then sliding a small silver rivet into the hole, using a hammer and punch to expand the rivet and attach the leaf bladed locking mechanism onto one side, I then do the same for the other side, permanently affixing the loop portion of the collar. This collar would need a special key that I had set aside for the moment. It was delicate but would be strong even though it was not particularly thick. Silver, once set, was a very strong material. Now that I have that part of it done I move on to the hinge on the other side, doing the same process with the rivets to permanently attach the hinge to the back side of the collar. I also had another small ring that was placed near the hinge where a leash could be attached if I so chose. I let my hands run over the rough texture of the collar, it was no where near finished yet but it at least had the makings of what I wanted it to be when I was done.
(21:40:56 )
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-Within the immense complex that has a large forge with several furnaces, a bright and open studio for sales and slave branding, and a well appointed office in the back...-
says to ALL: Now that the basic shape of the collar was completed I took it first to the grinding wheel, this was a large whet stone wheel that I used foot peddles to turn at an incredibly high rate of speed. I very gently press the collar to the wheel, grinding off any burrs that were left over from the molding process. Turning the collar very slowly as I run it back and forth over the wheel. There were no sparks, that usually only came from working with something like steel, this was just a low grinding sound as I ran the collar back and forth slowly, over and over again. Once that process was done, sweat dripping down into my eyes so that I need to wipe it away, I carry the collar over to the buffing wheel. This would make it shine with a mirror finish, the buffing wheel was merely another stone wheel wrapped in rep cloths, thousands of them, as it spun they would all meld into the same shape. I work the foot peddles to get it going and then I begin to drag the collar back and forth over it, buffing it and smoothing it out. This took some time, such was my concentration that the tip of my tongue poked out of the corner of my mouth. I had to be sure not to touch the hinges or the locking mechanism as they would not require buffing, only the silver that I just molded. I look the piece over slowly, very happy with how it has come out so far. I had just a couple of other accents that I wanted to add to it before it was finished.
(21:46:42 )
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[ Exeter Metal Works ]
-Within the immense complex that has a large forge with several furnaces, a bright and open studio for sales and slave branding, and a well appointed office in the back...-
says to ALL: I set the collar down on the workbench and then begin to rifle through some of my supplies, I knew exactly what I wanted to do next but it would be difficult, I had only attempted etching a few times before in this way but it would make the collar something truly unique and special. I found some acid in a small stoppered bottle up on one of the shelves and I took it down, very carefully clamping the collar into a vice on the work bench so that it would remain steady. I then unstoppered the bottle of acid and set the wooden cork to the side. I then select another tool, it was a wire brush, something that would not be eaten by the acid as it was made of steel. This particular etching acid was only strong enough to etch silver, it was much much more difficult to etch steel and I had other solutions for such. I dip the wire brush into the acid and begin to quite literally paint it onto the collar itself. I was not usually all that good at art, but I was inspired this evening. I first made the collar mark on it, {Ex}, this part was relatively easy and it only took up a small part of the silver itself. I then begin to make some other markings, swirls in the silver with the acid etching. It would still give the appearance of being a shined silver surface from a distance, but up close, it would show something completely different. It would mark Synneva as mine and as special. The swirls became intricate designs, I was staring so hard at the silver that my eyes began to water. Once I was satisfied that I'd created the etchings that I wanted I put the stopper back onto the bottle of acid and cleaned off the wire brush.
(21:56:13 )
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[ Exeter Metal Works ]
-Within the immense complex that has a large forge with several furnaces, a bright and open studio for sales and slave branding, and a well appointed office in the back...-
says to ALL: The acid etching done I slowly wipe the acid off of the silver collar with a rep cloth, making sure not to get any on my hands or anything and then throwing the rep cloth away when I am done, I look over the silver collar, it was perfect, the etching came out much better than I would have imagined and it even matched the intricate and totally unique locking mechanism that was on it. One had to get really close to see the etching at all, but I knew it was there and so would she, something that we would share together that would make her collar unlike any collar that had ever been made on Gor before. I look it over slowly one more time, satisfied that the work was complete so I put it into a small leather pouch and then put that pouch into my pack. I would now just need to catch up with my newly acquired slave girl so that I could get rid of that Minus collar and put this one on her throat.