With help from Amazon Prime

Say what you will about Jeff Bezos, but with Amazon Prime you can get pretty much anything in two days or less. A set of stainless-steel manacles that snap into place with a satisfying 'click' and a matching collar with a similar locking mechanism arrive in a plain cardboard box with a printed smile on my porch Friday morning. These heavy steel items combined with a six-foot length of chain from my basement that I could adjust with the help of a few well-placed carabiners made a pretty good start to my slaver master's kit.

It doesn't take long for me to get used to changing the connections between the stainless-steel cuffs and collar using the chain to extend or restrict my captive's the range of motion. The set is really cleverly designed, and I can't wait to show Alison my new toys when she gets back from school.

“What do you think, Alison?” I lay the chain and shackles and collar on the table in front of her and watch with undisguised amusement as she nervously fingers the shiny metal objects.

“You're going to make me to wear these, aren't you Mr. P?” It's a pretty stupid question, but I have quite a bit of sympathy for my young tenant who is faced with this kind of situation for the first time. “I'd be completely helpless; you could do anything ...”

“A **** should be in chains when her master brings her home for the first time.” I remind Alison of her own words, “Don't you think? Especially if she is newly captured, still hasn't been broken in.” Her soft gasp of excitement is more than enough of an answer for me. “Should we make sure they fit?” Her eyes drop to the table, but a tiny nod indicates her willingness to take this next step.

The collar is a little loose around her neck and the polish on the silver is so smooth, that she could almost get away with wearing it as jewelry.

The wrist cuffs however, not so much. The rings of steel that snap into place around her slender wrists with just a little room are clearly intended to secure a young woman. Any doubt about their function is dispelled by the rings attached to the manacles that allow the captives hands to be fastened in all manner of ways. We try them fastened together both in front and behind her back, then with a section of chain to the ring on her collar so they hand just below her breasts and leave five feet of the chain to act as a lead. Even with all her clothes still on she looks damn good.

“Do you like what you see, Mr. P?” Even someone as inexperienced as this sheltered Preacher's Daughter must know that she is any man's wet dream. “Would you be happy if you bought a **** like me from the auction hall?”

“Oh yeah, Angel. I'd be very happy.” You pull her towards you with the chain until she just inches away and staring up at you with her beautiful eyes.

“I read the books, Sir, and I want to please you.” Her whisper is low and breathy as her eyes search yours intently. “Who would you want, Sir? One of those haughty Imperial beauties stripped and chained by marauding space-pirates or a terrified girl from Earth, taken from her private college campus and sent to a whole different world?”

It's a good question. John Norman's Gor and Sparrowhawk's space opera world each have their appeal, and I've jacked off to both over the years. Alison obviously looks perfect as a young woman from the 21st century who suddenly finds herself collared and chained, but she could just as easily pass for one of the sheltered daughters of the great families of a far-reaching space empire. Before the weekend is over, I intend to try each of those scenarios as well as a few others as well, but for this first time, hmm...