"What?" I said, and handed her the soft drink.Chelsea took the can, turned around, and put it on the end table. She then turned back to look at me aga...n. "Remember what you did the second time here?" she said, lowering her voice."Yeah," I said, smiling."Honestly, did you like it?" Yeah, I've told you already." Okay," Chelsea said, smiling slyly. "So you won't mind doing this favor then." Favor?" I said, and nearly choked. "Silly," I lowered my voice and went on. "That's not a favor, you know. I cried hysterically when he put the biggest dick gag in my mouth I had ever seen. My jaws hadn’t recovered from the last one.‘If you ever speak without permission I will whip you till you bleed. You will learn to always look at my cock and nothing else. And you will always keep my food on the table, my house clean and my bladder empty.’ ‘This was made especially for you to remind you of where you belong in this marriage.’ He snapped a wrought iron collar around my neck. He locked it with a key. “Imagining those huge cocks punishing your tight little vagina.”“They’re just stories…” Emily tried again, but her fingers were gripping me a little tighter as her hand continued to move slowly up and down, up and down.“You can say that all you like,” I told her, “but you know as well as we do that what you really want is to be treated like a fuck doll who has no say in what happens to her.”Emily’s hand came away from my cock. “You mustn’t say such things. George… I need to get back to. " The subject of our conversation came in at that moment. Angela smiled and told Millie to enjoy her meal. She was wearing a shawl against the evening chill and slipped it off her shoulders as she joined us at the desk. I was amazed at the change in Millie. Usually she was working and her rich brown hair was put up into a bun. This evening it fell free to her shoulders and swayed gently as she moved. She wore a pretty frock with thin straps over the shoulders leaving them bare and on her feet.