Secretly, I was thrilled. He had fulfilled a private ambition of mine, to have a slave collar and be a submissive to a dominant man. Even better, here...I was in one of the best French restaurants in town with a slave collar on. Fuck! I was totally and completely turned on!"Thank You, Sir." I wanted to throw my arms around him and kiss his face. I knew he was proud of me now, and I knew that I wanted to keep pleasing him. I felt the pressure of the collar constantly, though it wasn't. I couldn't believe Elizabeth was gone. I loved her so much. It really hurt that I had not been able to see her for the last time, and it hurt even more that she didn't get to see me, when she had wanted to so bad. She had apparently tried so hard to hold on. I felt so alone. I really wished now that I had not gone ahead. I wanted my girls around me so bad, to be surrounded by those who loved me. If I just had Victoria here, I could immerse myself in comforting her, forgetting my own grief. I. It was as if the laces were being tightened even more and the dark veil settled over me once more.This time they allowed me to regain consciousness without the smelling salts and I slowly became aware of my surroundings and the corset so intimately imprisoning my body. It seemed a little less unbearable now and I was moving some air. Mistress and Rhonda were over by the desk and Rhonda was showing her a belt of some kind. There was no doubt in my mind whose belt it was. It was made of shiny. The small apartment was crowded for four while all the brothers went through orientation. Abby wasn’t ready to be a spectator sport so sent the other brothers somewhere else each night while she laid each one in turn. She rotated the order and Derrick didn’t get any more pussy than anyone else.The second week saw Chad out on assignment and the next had Billy gone too. Now things could get down to normal, whatever that would be. Derrick was hot for her every night, partly because of the.