Committed

"You are free to take her, but if you give her over to us then we will accept that as payment of your debt. You will be financially free. If you take her back with you then the debt still stands."

She felt the tingle of fear race up her spine and suddenly overthrew all her previous thoughts as she realised she was not yet safe. She hung in the balance unable to breathe, unable to contemplate that her lover should even stop for a moment to consider this deal. She wanted to get up and tell him what to say, but at that moment a hand came down on the small of her back and the pressure held her on the table. She could not see the men as they talked next to her cunt and she felt the cold sweat on her brow.

"Can we see her with the rings on her neck and wrists before I decide?" her lover was saying.

Her arms were drawn round behind her back and she felt the metal press against each wrist. It was not too hard to slip them over her small wrists and they felt a little heavy when they released her arms. Then she saw the neck ring placed in front of her. As she looked over the edge of the table she saw its cold shininess. She saw the hands pull it apart and the jaws between the plates open before her. She saw it being drawn towards her. Although it was just a narrow ring, it seemed to her to be a prison that she was being guided into. She somehow knew that once this was around her neck there was no going back. She would be sealed in a web of sexual slavery. If not physically made to serve, then forever mentally. She would never be her own person again. If her lover released her after this she would need desperately to find a master ruthless enough to make her his slave. She needed that feel of ownership and forced availability that, until this evening, she had never even considered. These were dark fantasies that had lain dormant within her, but were now released and bound her psychologically to subservience.

The ring approached her neck like the jaws of some vampire. She longed for it and was repulsed at the same time. She felt the inescapable servitude once it was in place and while she wanted to escape a part of her mind longed for that feeling of helpless imprisonment. She was excited and rocked by fear at the prospect and she wanted that feeling, but she also wanted to be able to escape after it was all over. As the jaws approached her neck she imagined the softness of her neck patiently awaiting those fangs that would sink into it and the poison that would spread from the wounds into her blood transforming her from the loyal wife and home maker into the whore that lurked deep within her. She felt her old self slowly ebb away. She tried to pull away from the ring but the hand at her back held her. The ring grazed the sides of her neck. It dug into her flesh and she felt the scratch as it was forced through. She felt the restriction of her ability to breathe as it passed across and then she heard the two plates clang together as the trap closed behind her. She felt the weight of the ring as it hung from the back of her neck. The deed was done. By this single act her old self had gone forever. She was now nothing but a fuck hole and the only question these men needed now to decide was whose.

Her lover came and looked her in the face. He saw her fear. He saw her saliva dribble from her mouth as she lay prone. He touched the metal collar and pressed it against her flesh. He pushed it, forcing it into her skin and looked, as a curious little boy does, at the way her flesh enveloped it, caressed it. She looked quite beautiful with the metal pressed into her. Should he take her home and abuse her? Should he release her and take her back as before? Could he take her back as before? Should he trade her for the debt he so wanted to be rid of? These thoughts circled in his mind. Time hung motionlessly as he considered. "Please." She whimpered. Please what, he thought. Rescue her? Yes that is what he should do. He had felt so desperate just a few moments ago. He wanted to save her and could not stand the idea of her being forced into sexual slavery. Yet now he had that choice he looked at her and for the first time seemed to see something in her eyes. He wasn't sure exactly what it was or what it meant, but it made him realise that she was saying please make your decision and not leave me waiting. He suddenly became aware of her transformation that the placing of these things on her body had released something that had lurked deep within her and he was repulsed at what he had done to her. By his acquiescence she had been slowly transformed into someone quite different. She was so helpless and awaiting their decision to do with her as they willed. He suddenly found he could not look at her. He could not face his own guilt.

"I'm sorry." Is all he said, and his finger touched the corner of her mouth. He turned and walked towards the door. She looked up and saw his back retreating as she felt the hiss of the clamps at the back of her neck. She felt the heat rise and she felt an inner calm. She knew now what she was and did not have to search anymore to find herself. These men would tell her and they would make her and mould her into what they knew she really was. She looked at her wrists and the solid smooth rings around them. There was no opening any more to remove them by. They were permanent. She felt like she had at last come home.