His house was quiet and dark when he pulled into the driveway.

No neighbors close enough to see the way he led me inside by the collar of string still wrapped around my throat. No lights on until the front door locked behind us. The second we were inside he stripped the coat off my shoulders and left me standing naked in his entryway, bound wrists, bound thighs, double strings still sawing between my legs, his cum and my spit drying on my skin.

He didn’t speak.

He just walked me deeper into the house, one finger hooked in the throat collar, until we reached a wide living room with...