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... to support me, the hands lifting my chin and the collar sliding cooly around my neck, it's buckle tightening it around me. The visitor showed me the little silver padlock, dangling it in front of my eyes, before using it to lock the collar in place. I was quivering now, as if cold, but it wasn't the cold, it was the abject fear at what was happening to me, my abject fear at being unable to stop it. I croaked a soft whimper through my dry swollen lips, a whimper was all I could manage to plead for my release. Magically the visitor produced a chain, like a dogs lead, it's steel links shining in the light from the sunken lights in the ceiling. Struggling now, finding some strength from somewhere I tried to wriggle my wrists free of the cuffs behind me, whilst pulling away from him, trying to evade the clipped end of the chain I knew was to be fastened to that damned collar, but it wasn't enough and the robot voice chuckled at the sound of the clip fastening. "Good girl, now we have to fix you fast haven't we?" I could have wept, could have cried my eyes out in the frustrated weakness I felt, how could I have let this happen to me, how could I have allowed myself to be treated this way by this, this visitor who yet seemed to arouse and possess me so easily, why had I done it why hadn't I said no, fought him off, stopped him. The ring in the wall by the skirting board was new, I hadn't put it there, I had never seen it before, I followed the hand as it slid along the chain, my ...

... brain wooly and slow unable to understand, the spring clip on its other end sliding into the hand and with a sure finality the visitor brought it down and clipped it into the ring. "There now my slut, look at me" that terrible inhuman voice made me quiver afraid to, yet eventually obeying its command and I slowly looked up at my captor. The visitor was hooded, a black shining rubber hood, a jutting metallic mesh where the mouth was, the head and faceless features almost inhuman, terrifying. I whimpered again in my fear, then tearing my eyes away from that primeval mask, I glanced down. Omg I gasped, The visitor was wearing my own dressing gown, the one from behind my bedroom door upstairs, the bedroom I shared with my wife, the wife who was in work that day, unaware of her stupid husband's plight. I wriggled harder now, pulling at my bonds, oh my god I have to get free, I have to stop this, awful thoughts were rushing around my brain. The visitor undid the dressing gown, turning to hang it on a hook by the door, his body lithe and muscular, turning back his cock thick and heavy swayed before my eyes. "I promised you a drink didn't I, my little gay slut?" I was gasping nervously now, my cheeks flushed red in embarrassment, wanting to tell him, no no I'm not gay I'm not, I'm a married man, yet I was unable to take my eyes off the visitors full manhood as I knelt there chained in front of him. "You can't wait can you slut?" That inhuman voice was dragging me in and suddenly all I ...