Darren was working late but couldn’t really concentrate on what he was doing; he had the radio running on his computer and was idly staring out of the window.

As such, he saw the weirdly dressed woman staggering across the green outside the office. She was wearing a full-length transparent cape, with what looked like a very shiny dress under it.

Darren watched her. She seemed to be having some sort of fit; she kept clawing at her head…

Suddenly, from the way the light caught her, Darren realised there was a transparent visor of some sort in front of her face. He also saw the light glinting off of a collar round her neck…

With horror, he realised that it wasn’t a visor, it was a plastic bag! It was also being firmly held on by the collar. The woman was suffocating, trying to breathe…!

Grabbing a pair of scissors from his desk, Darren went flying out of the door. He raced over to the woman and, without asking anything or wondering what was going on, started hacking at the bag. He managed to make a tiny hole in the bag.

With a lot of effort, the woman started sucking in air. She also threw her arms around Darren, gratefully.

A slow beeping sound started from the collar. The woman’s eyes went wide with terror.

“Oh god! They know my bag’s punctured. They’ll be after me, to finish me off! The collar’s got GPS built in; you can’t even hide me…”

“Oh yes, I can”, said Darren.

Dragging the woman back into his office, he stripped off the tinfoil from his sandwiches and wrapped it round the woman’s collar. He then pulled the ends off of a long phone charger cable and connected it to the tinfoil and the underside of one of her shoes.

“Keep your foot on the floor, whatever you do”, he said. That should screen the collar.”

The woman nodded. Darren then told her to hide out of sight, still keeping her foot on the floor. He settled back on his computer, and carried on working, watching out of the window all the time as he did (but not obviously). He saw two women in black suits appear momentarily, scanning around with some kind of handheld device.

He smiled as they gave up and left.

“They’ve just been, looking for you”, he said. “Let’s give it a bit longer, then I’ll find you somewhere to stay and see if we can get that collar off you.”

Darren took the woman home with him; they went into a shed at the bottom of his garden.

Darren shut the door. As soon as he had done, he unwrapped the tinfoil from the collar.

“This whole shed is a ‘Faraday Cage’ for my amateur radio kit”, he said. “No signals in or out, unless I let them. At the moment, it’s completely sealed.”

After a few minutes work, there was a click, and the collar sprang open. “Got it!”

The woman sagged against him as he lifted the bag off of her head. She then kissed him and sobbed on his shoulder.

“They took me months ago!”, she said. “My husband wouldn’t pay them the money they wanted. He still wouldn’t pay it after they took me, so they killed my husband and were going to sell me off. I tried to escape, so they sealed this bag on me and left me to suffocate. I still tried to escape; they let me go because they were sure I was going to die…”

She shuddered, swallowed, then carried on.

“Thank you for rescuing me. One question, though; any idea where I can get some clothes around here? I hate this damn plastic and latex they’ve got me dressed in.”

“That could be a bit of a problem…”

“Why?”

“You see, I’ve only got latex and PVC clothes for you, maybe a bit of leather as well. The chastity belt and muzzle are in your size as well, but they are both metal…”

The woman went white as a sheet.

“What are you talking about…?”, she said, a quaver in her voice.

“Well, you see, I was just finishing work then I was going to collect you, but I heard that you’d escaped. So, I thought, why pay people for you when I could get you for nothing? Didn’t it surprise you when I undid your collar so easily? I designed them for them.”

Terrified, now, the woman went to run for the door. Darren just pressed a button on his phone…

The woman screamed and sagged to her knees as the pain hit her.

“When I removed your collar, I embedded the control chip in your neck”, Darren said. “You’re mine, now. My phone is linked with your chip. I’ve also told your previous ‘carers’ that I’ve taken care of their escapee problem for them; they think I’ve remote detonated your collar. I still could do that with the chip in your neck, if I wanted to, but I’m looking forward to some fun…”

Darren gently towed the woman over to a pile of parts in the corner of the room.

“Now… where did I put your muzzle…”

The woman just whimpered…

Darren spent about an hour dressing his new pet, who he named ‘Pet’. He didn’t even bother to learn her real name; it was something he didn’t need to know to be able to control her. She just knew if she didn’t answer promptly to the name ‘Pet’ she would be punished.

She couldn’t forget it; it was on a name tag attached to her new collar.

Darren had stripped her completely and dressed her in a transparent catsuit and corset, four-inch heels and a hood with a set of cat ears on it (the last for a laugh). He wanted to make her look as degrading as possible, but still functional. The muzzle was hurting her as it was really tight; tears slowly ran down her cheeks. How could she have been so wrong about Darren…?

She screamed silently into her muzzle that night as Darren had sex with her in bed, her tied spreadeagled on her back.

“You’re a bit tight, aren’t you?”, Darren said. “Is this your first time, or something?”

Sobbing, Pet nodded…