Cara's House.

Cara stood in front of her mirror unsure if she was hallucinating or not. She didn't remember putting the Choker on, but there it was, around her neck. She searched the back of her neck for the clasp, meaning to take it off, but she couldn't seem to find one.

"You're such a slut, Cara" a voice said.

Cara looked around, but there was no one to be found.

"What's going on?" Cara asked, panicking.

Suddenly the choker constricted. Cara's hands flew to her throat, meaning to rip the thing off, but as she did an invisible **** hurled her onto her bed.

"Is that any way to greet your new Master?"

"Where are you" Cara asked. But suddenly she knew. The Choker.

"I see you've figured it out, slut. Not bad. I've made thousands of women into sex slaves, and you're next".

"Yeah right" Cara said, reaching for a pair of scissors.

"No talking out of line whore" the Choker said, and as it did, an invisible ball pressed into Cara's velvet lips, forcing her jaws open. Once the ghost ball had settled into her mouth, equally invisible straps lashed it in place around her head. Effectively silenced, Cara struggled to remove the gag, but it was as if it wasn't there! Her mouth was left **** open and she was totally unable to remove it.