It shuts her up

"Listen up you…" I felt the collar buzz against my throat, the bell tinkling softly. My eyes widened as I heard my words transformed to the angry yowling of a house cat. This sufficiently derailed my anger enough to notice how close to orgasm the pleasurable intruders had brought me. The collar interpreted the sounds of my pleasure as a continuous purring. As the orgasm grew inevitable, the purring grew louder. And just as I was about to cum in front of my captor, the toys stopped, leaving me panting and frustrated. Belli laughed, long and hard.

The anger came back and I began tugging at the costume covering my breasts. I didn't care if he saw me naked, I just wanted out of the insane contraption and it's surprises. But it wouldn't budge. I pulled until my arms trembled to no effect. The ears were anchored to my skull. The boots wouldn't come off. Even the fishnets seemed etched into my skin. Horror sank in. I was trapped.

"What is this," I asked in a trembling voice. Belli sipped his wine, amused.

"Cutting edge tech. Adapted from a top secret military project. It took three days for the Doc to get the bond right. Manipulating your DNA, or something like that. Bottom line, your ass is mine. Your only way out is through me. Keep me happy and you'll be fine. Make me mad, and not only will you never be rid of your little ensemble, I'll sell you to the highest bidder."

This was all too much.

"All of this. You did all of this for me? Because I stole from you?" He laughed like what I'd said was the funniest thing he'd ever heard.

"You aren't that important, sweetheart. I've been offering the service as an alternative to offing unfaithful wives. There's a lot of money to be made in selling fantasies. You just needed to be reminded who's in charge of this town."

He tapped on the window and the limo pulled over and stopped. "End of the line," he said.

"But I don't live here. It's six blocks up."

"Oh, I know. But it'll be good for you to to get used to people seeing the new you. You'll need this," he said, holding out a small bag. I took it, a pleading expression on my face.

"Please don't do this."