I felt like I was being sized up, like one of those a****ls at the fair. All of them apparently liked what they saw, and in some sick twisted way I e...joyed being the center of their leering gazes, and perverted glances. The man who left came back in with two lengths of rope, and helped Tom tie down my arms, and then my legs. I was growing increasingly worried. Ropes always meant they did not mean to be gentle. Ropes meant they were going to do whatever they pleased, and you may fight, and may. However as I stood there with my dick beginning to poke alittle against the PVC lining of my underwear I didn't feel thatdisgusted. It didn't feel all that wrong - in fact it felt a little bitmore right than the boxers or briefs that were lying in my chest ofdrawers. I stood there, turning and staring at my J-Lo butt in the mirrorand liking what I saw. I liked how it felt. I glanced at my watch... 10.02... I was going to be late and there was no time to worry about this now.I quickly put on a. "Joy crossed the short few feet between them leaned over and gave him a quick sweet kiss on top of his forehead, then took a seat across from him at the table. Dale's eyes had followed the telltale movement of his wife's lovely full breasts as they moved ever so subtly beneath the thin confines of the light cotton tee-shirt. Her nipples already hard, pressing against the material, outlined now in wanton expectation."No really," Dale stated once again in his defense."Well, ok then," Joy finally. I stay standing at the side of the bed. She passes me her plate when she has finished. “Now go wash up then come back up here and get me your collar from under the bed.”I pass her the collar and she tells me to get on my knees where she then puts my collar on. She grins from ear to ear saying, “I love this on you, it shows you as the dog that you are. Go run my bath and get my clothes out.”I do as you have instructed. You come into the bathroom and I have to wash you. In the bedroom you sit on.