” She put her arms around Mike like they were long-lost lovers. “I see you have dinner ready for us. Hey, we’ll be ready to eat in about a half-...our. That ok with you? You can keep it warm till then.” Then she then took Mike’s arm and dragged him to our bedroom. OUR, BEDROOM….Distraught, I fell to my knees in shock. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I had just watched my wife of two years take another man into our room, right in front of me. I wanted to say something, anything. I wanted to. And now her Master was going to put one on her and there was nothing that she could do about that!“One of the previous passengers on this ship used this collar. I think that it will fit you. Pull your hair back out of the way so that I can put this on you.”He said one of the previous passengers. This ship must be a slave ship used to transport Negro slaves from Africa and he was going to collar her with a collar that was used on some other poor girl! Brianna complied and pulled back her hair. Tyler didn’t mind though, because he wanted to be the man she was close to. Nyla knew she had just committed to do something she really didn’t want to do. She knew that she didn’t want to talk about all of her problems. It was better for her if her mental problems stayed hidden. If she didn’t have to think about all that had happened to her, life was cool. Nyla didn’t have to think about the trauma that had reshaped her life. The only positive that was in her life at the moment was Tyler. . " Well yeah, one more time to feel that thing reaching parts unknown. Also, if you noticed yesterday his idea of sex is pounding full force like a machine. I'd like to show him how to take it slow and loving. It'll be a good lesson for him." So one last time? As a lesson. I think I'll let you two have this one in private like Sandy and I did last night. So treat him like a lover, not a fuck toy."Cindy and I turned our heads towards the doorway as Sandy walked into the room, fully clothed."I.