Amy’s next attachment was a leather neck collar secured with a padlock, the floor chain was then padlocked to the front ring of the collar, assuring...she would be able to stand up and use the toilet, but not reach the door. Zeek would leave her so restrained for about an hour at which time the gag, ankle and elbow restraints would be removed. Without saying a word he slammed the door shut, leaving Amy to ponder her fate.It would be necessary for someone to be home at all times to monitor Amy.. It was clear that she had been crying all night. "Listen Michelle, I am so sorry for last night. As a father I failed you in the worst way and I am ashamed. I am calling your aunt and asking her if you can stay with her. I obviously can't be trusted and I am very sorry I have caused you so much pain."."The only pain I am feeling is from the fact you can't accept what happened last night as the wonderful thing it was. I wanted to do that for so long and last night it happened and I fucking loved. I'll be able to shut things down in about fifteen minutes. Go ahead and get dressed, Kitten." The minutes slipped by while I cleaned things up and waited for the machine to cycle before making my way back upstairs.The sight that welcomed me, while attractive, was completely unexpected. She was draped over the couch, knees over the armrest as if she fell down in a fit, feet kicking in a lazy rhythm, but still dressed in the shirt she had slept in. I assume the question was written on my face. My life before you was shit, mixed with a few shining moments with a guy that fucked my heart over. As for my parents, you'd have a better chance of winning the fucking lottery than catching them sober. That enough for you?" Jade..." he called out as she started to push him away and get up."What? What is it now? You want to know my Social Security number? What the fuck does any of this shit have to do with us? I don't ask you all this inane bullshit. You better say what you need to say right.