Erin paced in her living room, nervous. She wasn't nervous because she had failed to understand or comply with any of Matt's orders; she was nervous because of how quickly this had escalated. She started having doubts, when the doorbell rang. She went to it, with her hair up, and in the sluttiest shoes she owned, with no clothes on. She opened the door, to her neighborhood, but thankfully Matt's frame blocked anyone's view of it. He walked in with a duffel bag, and pointed to the chair, where she sat quietly, and politely.
Matt reached in his bag, and pulled out a black collar that said "Cumslut" in bright stones. He handed it to her and told her to put it on. She hesitated for a second, and felt a sharp sting across her face.
"I said to put it on, and I'm not in the habit of repeating myself. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir," Erin nodded while putting on the new collar, and tightening it against her own skin. That was when she realized the gravity of her putting it on herself. He handed her a smooth stainless steel necklace.
"This is for your everyday use; you are my property now, but we obviously can't have you walking around with profanity on your neck. The cumslut one is to be worn at all times in the house now."
Again, Erin nodded, "Yes, sir..."
"Good, then stand up and turn around for me."
As Erin rose, she could feel his eyes seem to penetrate her, which caused that now-familiar tingle in her cunt. When she faced him again, he was holding two cuffs, and he strapped her in and hung them from the top of the door, causing her to stand on her toes to avoid having her shoulders pulled too painfully.
