Taking the new collar in my shakinghands, I ran my fingers along the raised letters. "Well?" Sir Michael asked. "It's beautiful, Sir." My new ...ollar was made of pink latex,an inch wide, with raised black lettering. Turning it in myhands, I read "Property of Sir Michael. Slave, slut, sissy . . ." "And?" he grinned. Sobbing, I cried "And wife." Bawling my eyes out, I beggedhim to put it on. "D-d-do you really mean it, Sir?" I asked. "Yes, tanya, I want you to be mine -. And attacked..." For a few years it was manageable. There'd be good quiet months, separately by occasional incidents of being jumped after school. And then Maggie and I hit junior high together. The puberty hormones kicked in with my older classmates before me, and I just didn't understand the social situations. I started hiding out in secluded places in the school during breaks and lunch, to avoid being mocked. Maggie would often come and find me in the school basement and we would eat lunch. She has changed her clothes for a sexy nighty from which everything of her beautiful sexy body was visible .Let me describe her.Although she was around 42yrs old,her body was still like some 25yr old woman.She was slim and had a good busty chest and a round good ass.She sat down and handed me the coffee and said-You can relax here. Its 5 in the afternoon now and we can stay upto 9 here. We have 4 good hours which we can enjoy,I mean study and discuss about your development skills. she said-Well. The following day was Saturday, but it was my weekend to work (12 hours, 6A-6P, Sat and Sun) and my wife only worked Sun, so a meeting was out, BUT..... I was able to talk to "Karen" Saturday while I was at work. We compared schedules and found that we could get together the following Wednesday. I told her that my wife would have the car and I would be stuck without a ride but she said she could come get me. I was a little leery about this because I have some nosy neighbors at the complex.