” “Yeth Auntie Helen, that would be lovely.” “Why did you fall out with Hayley?” “I don’t know, I’m very thorry.” “I think you mea... sorry, love your lisp. Just like a little girl.” Helen presses a buzzer on her desk. Becky Sharpe enters the room in her flowery summer dress. Becky looks at Alan, bursting into infuriating laughter. “Oh my God, Alan.” What a mess you are in.” Helen becoming impatient orders Becky to bring Hayley into the room. Becky leaves the room but, before she shuts the door. I deserve to be used. I live to serve. I am a faggot cumdump. I repeated these words and felt true bliss because I knew I was where I belonged.The next time I heard the door open it was multiple guys. I heard one of them laugh and say "Look at this faggot." The second man started laughing too and then asked how many loads I've taken. "Three" I said and I instantly felt a sharp sting as he slap me across the face hard. "You fucking worthless piece of shit faggot, show respect to me when I allow. I heaved a sigh, and got to work, such as I could.As it happened, three of my co-workers visited for what-not. All of them immediately noticed the collar (it would be pretty hard not to), and asked if it was my girlfriend's idea. I said yes. They asked what I would say if my supervisor saw it. I said I hadn't the faintest idea.One of the aforementioned colleagues took the bench next to me, and after a few remarks (and a question as to where he could get a collar like the one I had), settled. ”(She was staring at me and remained seated without moving an inch.)Me: “Hey? At least come a bit closer if you really meant it.”She gave a faint smile and came a bit closer to me. As I was getting closer she moved away and kept doing it playfully. This got us both excited in this little game of fooling me. We giggled, beat each other playfully and laughed.In the excitation, I thought this was the chance and held her face tightly and gave a forceful lip kiss. She, however, wasn’t giving in. I.