Light streaming through the window of my room causes me to blink, and blink again, before I finally open my eyes. I still have a headache, but it's not as bad as after my encounter with Marigay. In fact, it's not a bad headache at all. A good headace? Yeah, the kind you have after a night of great sex and pot.
I'm still covered by a silk sheet. I cast it aside. I'm naked and covered in a mix of my own dried cum and Luisa's juices, similarly dried now. I need to get a shower. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, stand, and make my way to the washroom. A glance in the mirror harbors a huge surprise. I'm still as cute as always. Chicks totally dig my lean body and cute face, but there's something new. I reach up and touch it, a collar, made of steel, rings my throat. I spint it around looking for the clasp. I've never been fond of jewelry. No clasp. Fuck. How does this thing come off and on.
I study it a bit longer before giving up and getting on with my shower. Toweling off, I stroll back to the bedroom and look for some clothes to put on. Damn it, my cargo shorts and STP t-shirt are gone. Who the fuck took them. "Luisa?!" I shout, as I cast about the room looking for my backpack and a change of clothes. It's gone too. Great, fucking great. I've been collared and left naked. I'm never going to land a spot on Survivor with a performance like this.
Frustrated, I peek my head out the door, only to see Sillitta walking down the hall, carrying a stack of clean towels to the various rooms. "Sillitta, Sillitta, I half-wisper, half-yell, come here." Sillitta dutifully sets the towels back on a service cart and come closer to the doorway where I stand. "Sillitta, do you think there are some extra clothes around here that I could get my hands on?"
Sillitta, no fool, spies the collar around my neck immediately. She shakes her head from side to side and grins broadly. "Clothes, brother," she didn't call me Master or even Jason, "I don't think you're going to be needing those again."
I faint and fall to the floor.