Behind the camera was a huge mirror. In it was reflected a large, whiteroom not unlike an operating theatre, filled with small carts andtrollies and b...nches, all neatly covered with green cloths.In the middle of the room was a long black leather chair, not unlike adentist's chair. In it sat a man, completely naked and exposed, withfrightened eyes staring straight at me. I realised with a start that Iwas looking at myself.Cat strode into view... but she looked completely different. She'dchanged. He turned around and walked away.Mr. Taunton pulled from his pocket a small collar. I looked at him blanklyas he fastened it around my neck. He showed me a small metal pendant,engraved loudly with my new name, and fastened it to the collar. My senseof dread was broken by the sight of a sizeable cock pressing hard againsthis jeans. He grinned and patted me on the head. "A good sissy slut isnever down for long. Isn't that right, Ms. Cunt?"I felt the collar sitting loosely around my neck. I felt. Abby was dragged without resistance through a cobbled street, her vision fixated on her feet, not allowing any of the large sun burnt yellow square houses to enter her vision. When she was dragged down a grey stone corridor that seemed to appear out of nowhere she looked up dazed. She saw numerous unmasked guards sitting around large tables, or laying in beds, wearing little more than red tunics and black pants. She was led through this room without comment and through a large, solid metal door. I start licking and nibbling on your ear and run my hand up your shirt. So I can gently run my thumb across your nipples. No panties for me and no bra for you. We know how to go to a movie. You seem to be enjoying my attention but you are watching the other people in the theater. I slowly run my hand down your stomach and I unbutton your pants and slowly unzip them, I don't want to make any noise that could be heard. I reach down into your boxers and run my fingers through you soft folds. You.