This was crazy. It was nuts. Pure insanity.

The whole thing started when Carl had been fired. Or laid off or let go or whatever euphemism they’d used. It was weird as hell. Out of nowhere, no warning. “Above my pay grade,” is what Carl’s manager said about it, which he initially thought was bullshit, given how high up the Wall Street chain the man was. And then they’d actually had security escort him out of he office!

Of course, that was when thing took a turn for the insane. Instead of taking him to his car, the guards had taken Carl to an out of the way room and pounced on him. Tied him up, stripped him. Put him under with some gas and then... then...

Carl woke up in a gimp suit. Pure leather, head to toe. He’d seen some bondage stuff over the internet, so he knew what an arm-binder was. And the frogtie the leather straps kept him in. That a posture collar was locked around his neck. He knew it was a ring gag stuck in his mouth, and covered up by a zipped up hood that only had some small eye and nose holes. He could barely see.

And then, just when he thought he was getting Pulp Fictioned by the security guys, the boss had shown up.

THE boss. Bianca Lanese. The head honcho. Carl’s boss’s boss’s boss, at least. A gorgeous and elegant woman in an impeccably tailored suit, with perfectly styled hair falling over one of her shoulders.

She towered above the bound, whimpering Carl, giving him a calculating look, like she was assessing his value.

“He’ll do,” she eventually said. Then she turned in her heel and walked out.

Carl was taken out of the building, blindfolded and stuffed into some vehicle. Then he waited for who even knew how long. Hours? Carl had no idea.

When he was taken out of the car carried into some building, his blindfold was finally removed.

Before him sat an assortment of women. Seated around an expensive, high end looking couch. One of this big half-circles ones. They were in a similarly high end apartment, and all the women were dressed in designer clothes. Fashionable, expensive outfits that would show up in style magazines.

Except the collars.

Each of them wore a collar studded with jewels. One only had to look at their faces to know none of them were happy to be there. They look scared, confused.

Carl didn’t realize there was another woman in the room until she set her hand on his head, like he was a dog.

“Now girls,” came Bianca Lanese’s voice. “Since you’ve all been so well behaved lately, here is your reward.” She tapped Carl’s leather covered head. “Your own slave slut, to play with at your leisure, provided your good behavior continues.”

What.

“This gimp will be around the penthouse from now on. You are allowed to use him as you see fit, so long as you do not interfere with your own duties and orders. And I do expect him to be used,” her voice took on a dangerous edge. “Beneath the hood is a ring gag. Have him pleasure you, serve as a footstool. I don’t care, so long as he doesn’t go to waste.”

Each word slammed into Carl’s mind, stunning him with every passing second. He... he had no idea what he was supposed to think. He was these womens’ slave now? Where... Carl saw those collars again. Where they slaves too?”

Carl locked eyes with them. A brunette in white jeans and a stylish jacket. He knew in an instant the helpless look in her gaze matched his own.

“Now, Penny, come with me. I need to relax,” said Bianca.

A petite Asian girl stood up. She was dressed in a teal cocktail dress, with heels of a matching color and dark stockings. “Yes Miss Bianca,” she said with a bow as she hurried to follow their owner out of the room.”

And then Carl was left in the room with the other women. He stared at them. They stared back.

“Fuck it,” one of them said. A blonde woman. She was wearing a pencil skirt, boots, and a turtleneck sweater. “If she really brought some poor sap in to service us, then fuck it. I want to be in charge for once.”

She marched over to Carl before anyone stopped her. Some of the other women reacted, pleading with the blonde not to. A redhead called dips on the second go round.

Carl could only state numbly. This was crazy.