Finally, my man lowered a wide pink leather collar covered in gemstones in front of me and proceeded to lock it around my neck."You belong to me now, ...issy. You are my faggot. I own you. Mine...."I took a deep breath through my nose and adjusted my head... the collar was tight, but snug. I could feel the lock and the O ring dangling at the front and back of my collar...I was completely helpless now, positioned in such a way that I could see the other sissy laying on the floor, softly struggling. Jerry could find that thing in the dark! He would pull it, twist it, mush it back down against the pubic bone and then pull and twist it even more. Ruth would whine, whimper and call his name out, pleading for him to be gentle because she was so slight of frame, but Jerry just heard a voice speaking--none of it made any sense to him. When he fucked Ruth, especially when he fucked Ruth in her ass, he always drove into her very hard. This night was no exception. He was into her and pounding hard. .”“Don’t you be eying my guy, Jamie.”“I wouldn’t. I’ll come over here tomorrow and start movin’ stuff out. Ain’t much. Clothes. Makeup. A few things. I never made it my home, you know.”“I noticed that.”“I’d still like to come over and watch movies, too.”“That’s cool,” I said. “But we watch ‘em in the living room.”I heard the shower stop. Dillon came out, still naked, completely flaccid, smelling great from a favorite cologne.“C’mere, you!” I commanded. “Put yourself right here.”“Yes ma’am,” he. He saw no sign of her for days after his outburst, neither food nor drink was prepared or brought for him, the fire was not stoked and no outline of her appeared upon the pile of rocks, though the weather remained fine. Hester struggled to supply his own needs, a fact which added further shame to that which he already felt for his outburst. He took to the woods, collecting mushrooms and berries, clumsily digging up roots and struggling to cook them into anything barely edible that could fill.