When I went out of town a few weeks ago, I left Boy Toy behind wearing the CB6000. I wasn’t gone very long but by the time I was back, he was in such a state! He kept having these kinky dreams and wrote several of them for me. This is the first.

It begins as a party, but as time goes on I start to feel paranoid, like you are all up to something but no one is telling me what. Later, we are down in the bedroom and everyone is coming along. It feels strange because they seem to be looking at me with smiles and settling down there instead of in the kitchen as usual.

Then I realize it’s some sort of collaring ceremony.

You tell me to strip and I really don’t want to in front of everyone, and everyone is looking at me cheering me on, saying “Come on, hurry up, don’t back out…” I’m trying to talk, or well plead with you in private in a corner so they don’t hear but I’m pressured by all that’s going on and I’m shaking with fear or nervousness. You give me no out and I want to argue but everyone is screaming “Come on, come on… Go, go go…”

Then I remember undressing in the corner and as if that isn’t enough, you show up holding the crop, telling me to pick up and fold my clothing. Everyone is saying stuff like “Go Elle, go!” and cheering. I’m trying to keep my back to the crowd, trying to hide the fact that I’m wearing the CB6000!

Then you want me to step up to a sort of post in the middle of the room. Despite the situation I’m trying to ask you where the bed went, while the crowd is around and I’m doing everything to hide myself. You order me to put my hands behind my neck or back and you say “Fully exposed, I want them to see you’re my property and I control you.” I remember resisting going to the post but something is pushing me gently towards it.

Then I’m being tied to the post and I’m asking, or begging, to have my hands free, but they want them tied way above so I’m stretched out, really uncomfortable and all exposed. While this is being done to me, I start feeling like I’m giving in. It seems the bed is there after all since they are standing up on it to tie my hands above. I remember too I was getting wet with pre-cum and everyone was noting this, I couldn’t hide with my hands. I remember realizing that they knew everything now, and feeling this internal conflict of trying to hide while being forced to show everything.

Then you’re reading the points of a contract out loud, and I don’t remember a thing from this contract, I’m just saying “Yes my owner I agree” to every point because I want it to be over with so I can get dressed again and get out of the spotlight. I also don’t want them to hear the contract rules so I’m trying to make it fast so no one remembers, but it keeps dragging on and on.

When it appears to be over, someone brings out this silk bag with stuff in it. Then I say, of all things, “The bag looks pretty but it’s probably just to lull me as to what’s inside.” Everybody laughs at that and I start to feel a little more at ease. You take out one item after another. The first is a metal collar and everyone goes “ohhhhhh, ahhhh”. Then you take out wrist restraints and now I’m getting impatient again, I just want to run and hide from everyone. The last item you show everyone is a metal chastity cage and I say “oh, shit!” and I can’t remember but I think you put it on me.

Next we are standing, back in the corner, and I feel more comfortable because it’s darker. I’m in a position but I know I’m wet like hell and I want to use my hands to wipe myself, but they are behind my neck and I’m too fearful or obedient to move them.

People are coming by to talk and of all people, S is there saying stuff like “Wow that’s nice, yes, fantastic, look at him, he knows his place now…” He goes on about how nice the decorations are, and says strange things like “It’s more normal this way, I stand back and see a perfect couple, with him as property…” I remember being in a really pissy mood, I have no clue why, but I wanted him to shut up and not learn more.

Then there is this other couple, with the boyfriend far behind and her really fucking nervous and excited. She is really pissing me off but you seem to be all intrigued. I want to tell her to shut up but I realize I’m too submissive right now. She asks you to teach her stuff, she wants to enter the same kind of relationship. You tell her to pass by sometime and as soon as you say that, she calms right down and starts talking in a relaxed way. I’m thinking “Ok, stay calm like that and I’ll be happy” while you’re telling her stuff about CFNM and chastity.

Then it’s S again. He wants to head out to the club, and he’s getting pissed off because everyone wants to stay. We are now back in the kitchen and I’m forced to remain naked because everyone is celebrating. S comes up to you and I tell you: “Ok, he’s going to ask us to go to the club again!” but he’s just asking you more questions. As I listen to your answers I realize they are about what the contract rules were. I keep listening, trying to remember if those were actually the rules. Seems like you want me to remain naked for a week, in collar and all, and I’m not to go out to the club or anywhere else because I’d have to get dressed. S asks you about moving in with me and you say: “I wanted to collar him before I move in, I don’t want any problems.”

Then you’re leaving with a bunch of people, smiling at me, and C is saying he’ll keep me company for a while. You give him a bottle of vodka and tell him to make me drink a bit to relax me.

Later you call to check up on me and ask if the collar is comfortable. The funny thing is that I’m thinking I could lie and get out of it, say it’s too tight, but I’m too drunk and relaxed and I say the opposite! Then I tell you that the staying naked for a week thing might not be possible, clients could come over or I could have to go see them. You answer that it’s an absolute no, nothing gets in the way of my training and conditioning, I will have to tell them to come by next week. You tell me that if I do what I’m told, I’ll be able to wear clothing the following week for those occasions when I’ll have to see clients.

I start getting nervous, factoring everything in, thinking of how I’ll fall into submission, how I’ll have to explain to clients that I can’t see them this week, wondering how I’ll get paid if I have to stay naked, realizing that I might become conditioned to stay naked and I’ll probably start feeling comfortable, remember how very firm you were, thinking that it could work in breaking me, and then I woke up!

Then again, I left out a bunch of weird things, like the cat talking to me, telling me that she wanted to go outside. And this old lady, I think it was someone who used to come to the bar, but she was playing a harpsichord. I just remember all the details on the wood of the instrument.