Ring the doorbell

You ring the bell, and are shown into the foyer by two tall, muscular men.

The door shuts behind you.

The two men, who are dressed in suits, make short work of divesting you of your clothing - every last stitch of it - until you're left standing naked between their hulking forms, not knowing what to do or what will happen next.

One of the men takes your hand and pulls the silver ring off your finger. You cry out in alarm - that's your Domain Management Console - but the other man clamps his hand over your mouth and pinions your arms.

Then, to your utter surprise, they put the ring into your mouth - **** open by their fingers - and compel you to swallow it by holding your mouth closed and pinching your nose. They don't comment on what they're doing, but it's clear they know the ring provides you with freedoms they don't want you to have. You struggle, but your body is simply too weak to break free of their grip - as it must be, you realize, since your role in this IVR is to be helpless. You feel the solid mass of the ring slide down your esophagus slowly, inexorably to your stomach.

Satisfied, the men let go your arms. You stand naked, shaking from the **** of the act, aware that though they've let go your arms, you're most definitely not free.

You realize with chagrin that what they've just done to you - remove any ability to even access the outside world - is exactly what Sophie would have wanted for herself. You wonder if you'll actually shit out the ring some days later, or if it's gone forever...

And, strangely, the abruptness and brutality of that act has left you feeling somewhat aroused...

Foyer

The Foyer of the Roissy Mansion is draped all around in red velvet, and lit by candelabras. The entrance behind you, to the north, is barred and locked. To the south you can see the light of a fireplace, and hear the low murmuring of men talking. There's a faint scent of cigar smoke and incense.

Two girls appear, and flank you. They measure your wrists, ankles and neck with a cloth tape measure, then leave as silently as they came.

You can go nowhere. You struggle to hear the talking men but can make out nothing. The girls return, bearing leather restraints. They buckle a collar around your neck and lock it in place.