You get home rather quickly, accidentally running a couple red lights on your escape to the safe haven of your own house. Frankly, you could've cared less. What happened back there wasn't natural in any sense, and it was... unsettling to say the least.
Finally, you're home. Even if it was only 9pm, you undress, take a couple melatonin tablets, and crawl under the sheets.
You woke up, and shrugged off the night's events as a weird, vivid, and scary dream. That is until you find a collar of shiny, polished, inky black latex laying on your belly. It had a metal ring on it with a buckle around the back. Attacked to the metal ring was a little bell, about what you might've seen on a cat's collar.
Something kept you from screaming in terror at the top of your lungs. Something kept you from flailing your legs to scramble out of your sheets and call the police. Something drew your eyes to the collar every time you looked away from it. Each time your eyes fell back on the collar, you felt a twinge of arousal, as if looking at porn. Your cock throbs against your boxers, and you reach a shaky hand to the collar.
Your fingers run along the smooth, yet gripping edges of the latex collar. It was so shiny, so polished, so... perfect. You sit up, picking the collar up in your hands. Your dick strains against your boxers, your breathing deepens a tiny bit, and you feel a heat split up your body as you took the collar into your hands. The bell jingles a tiny bit as you turn it over. Around the inside of the collar, in white letters etched into the latex was "Property of Mistress Vihllissa". You brush your fingers over the lettering, wondering who 'Vihllissa' was.
Suddenly, an urge- a powerful one- grips your being to clasp the collar around your neck.
Are you strong enough to fight this urge? Or do you give in like you know you want to.