Yes

You wake up in the morning and feel wetness on your bed. As you slowly get up you see wet marks where your chest was laying in the bed as well as a small puddle where your groin is. You also realize you are incredibly horny. Like your mind is flooded with how badly you want to have sex or be fucked or toyed with. You roll onto your back and as you lay there your hands drift to your groin and chest regions as you begin to play with yourself. It takes less then a minute and you are panting and close to orgasming. As you feel your orgasm about to arrive there’s a knock on your door. You about jump out of your skin. Your orgasm is forgotten as you slowly move towards the door. Your much smaller frame makes your entire apartment look foreign and to big. You had to look up to basically everything. Finally after reaching the door you are unable to use the peep hole and your camera door bell seems to be off (figures that’s what typically happens).

You find a large (now) sweatshirt and slowly open the door. You see two packages sitting out there with the logo of BEE and a man awkwardly standing nearby.

“Oh Uhm. Hi,” you stammer. Trying to pull the sweatshirt down further to keep you from exposing yourself.

“Wow. Uh. Hey, cutie. These packages looked uh. They looked heavy so I figured I can bring them in for you,” the man seemed nervous but he also seemed genuine. Plus he did call you a cutie which made your cheeks flush a bit.

“Are… you with BEE?”

“Oh uh. No no I’m not. But you will probably need help moving these boxes. And you probably don’t want to bend over given your… outfit,” he smirked as his eyes drifted down to your exposed thighs causing you to pull the sweatshirt a bit more.

“Oh okay… yeah please bring the boxes in,” you turn to open the door some more and let the man inside as he casually lifts the boxes. He must be really strong. Your mind flashes images of him grabbing you and forcing your sweatshirt off as he ravages you. A small moan escapes your lips at the thought.

“So I’ll take that as a yes? Haha,” the man says chuckling. You snap back to the moment and realize you were day dreaming and notice he’s standing in your apartment. The door is closed and you both are alone.

Again you feel wetness building between your legs and the thought of what he has planned for you is driving you wild. “So… who are you…?” You ask quizzically.

There seems to be a slight shift in the man as he puts his hand in his pocket, “well you see… I have been a longtime viewer of your streams. And well… that last one was a doozy don’t you think?” He says with a sly smile. Besides the red in your cheeks you feel unease and nervousness in your gut. “And to be honest I remember a long time ago during one of your streams you casually mentioned the apartment where you lived and we all got a good laugh out of it. I had saved it in my phone since I lived in the same building and I had always wanted to say hi.”

As he casually mentions it you recall long ago, as though in a different life you had been streaming as a man and someone leaked your address during the stream. You had boasted ‘okay good for you! I’m a dude. I don’t gotta worry about anything.’ You are still in stunned silence as he then continues.

“And based on the last stream you did I figured I had to try something.” As he says it his hand leaves his pocket. There’s a collar with a leash attached to it in his hand he lets the collar casually fall to the ground as he holds the leash end. “Now. Be a good girl and put your collar on”. The memory of the ‘submissive cocktail’ that was shot into you during your ‘slavery game’ begins working overtime and you immediately get on your knees and grasp the collar. Looking at it you see the words ‘Fuck Toy’ on it and again you recall your stream, the ‘maiden’ you deflowered and the name you gave her. The poetic justice is delicious as you feel your wetness begin to trickle down your thighs. As you go to put the collar on the man’s voice calls out, “now now. You can’t put the collar on while you have that shirt on. Otherwise we will have to ruin it. Take off your top then put it on. Like a good girl”. Once again your body seems to be on autopilot as you quickly remove the sweatshirt and place the collar on your neck. It synchs tightly slightly constricting your breath and you feel your nipples getting hard. You feel liquid begin to dribble out of them as you are on your knees looking up at the mystery man. You open your mouth to speak but he silenced you with a finger, “no, Fuck Toy. You only speak when your master tells you to. While you are collared you are mine. Do you understand?” You swallow and slowly nod your head. Your lactating breasts begin to dribble down to your thighs as you wait for your masters command. “Good girl, now crawl over here”. He begins to bring you to the VR chair as you crawl with your hips swaying, “that’s a good girl. Now let’s get your viewers a show they deserve don’t you agree Fuck Toy?” You nod in agreement. Your Master wants to show you off.