With work taken care of, you sit back on the couch. The way the ribbon tightened on your throat when you called in is disconcerting, but you mostly just shrug it off - odds are that you just freaked out or something. Besides, it hasn't exactly done much aside from proving to be virtually impossible to remove. You figure the best thing to do is to go about your day, at least until you come up with a way to get that damn thing off your neck.
Most of your daily activities go off without a hook. After a quick breakfast you watch a bit of TV, and nothing seems out of place... well, almost nothing. For some reason, you feel strangely aroused the whole time, and you have this constant erection. It's hard to say if it's just some mood you're in or if it's because of the feel of the latex ribbon around your neck or what, but it's far worse than it generally is. After just a few hours of trying to ignore it, you head to the bathroom to knock one off, hoping it'll help out.
The first thing you're greeted with when you reach the bathroom is your own frowning face glaring back at you from the bathroom mirror, the big red bow standing cheerily behind you and the tag dangling from the front mocking you. "PROPERTY OF ALICE". You groan, but your reaction to it isn't as strong as it was when you first saw it. With her who knows how far away, the claim of ownership is little more than words. But rather than dwelling on it, you get down to the business at hand. Unzipping your pants and lowering your undies, you let lose your member and reach towards it to get started.
Before you can even grasp yourself, a red blur moves down past your hand, shooting around your penis and wrapping it tight. The motion's over in a second and you can clearly see one of the ends of the ribbon hanging loosely from your neck down to your genitals, which are now tightly wrapped in a shiny red bulge. You instinctively punch the bulge - bad idea, pain shooting through and bringing you to your knees. Then you get back to your feet and try to pull it off, but it's no use. You do no better with it down there than you did trying to get it off your neck.
Powerless to reverse what's been done and un-gift-wrap your junk, you think back. The ribbon usually just stays in place, so why did it do this?