"I swear if those are my panties, you're dead,” she growled. She stalked crossing the room in three strides. Grabbing a fold of the panties that wer... peeking out of my hands, she briskly pulled them from my cock, still sensitive from its recent climax. The sensation caused me to moan slightly. She either didn’t care or didn’t notice. Upon realizing that they weren't hers, she returned her gaze to me. I finally realized that I was naked with my torso covered in jizz. I got up and found a towel. As soon as the collar slid into view under the curtain, I locked it around my neck. It was wide... perhaps 2 � inches. And it was very heavy. I knew it would not be coming off in the absence of the key or some very good tools. Again, the female voice spoke: "Very good slave. If you comply with this next order as well, I shall reward you by allowing you to see your owner. Do you have any experience at applying handcuffs?" I answered: "Yes, Mistress, I do." "Good," came the reply. "You are to. " For seconds, for an eternity, all had been frozen in a silent tableau. "Without her," she went on — meaning me — "who knows what else he might have done, you should be grateful to her." But they aren't. That night, they've seen something in my eyes, and it has frightened them. I know, because sometimes it frightens me, too.I work long hours. My shift begins at noon, and I'm the one who stays behind after everyone else has left, around midnight, to tidy things up and get the place ready for. Helooked on the bed and saw everything laid out for him. First he tuckedhis penis and taped it back then put on a pair of boyshort panties.Next he attached the breast forms as Anna had shown him and blended inthe edges. He put on a matching bra and looked in the mirror and did afew poses admiring the cute girl smiling back at him and feeling hismother's reassurance.He went back to the bed and put on the rest of the outfit. He pulled upthe short denim skirt that went to mid-thigh and zipped.