He was not happy that not only was I drunk but I was drunk at a guy’s house who had openly proclaimed his desire to have sex with me. As I tried to ...calm him down I drunkenly professed my love to him for the first time.As he hung up on me, I called him back and he told me he was coming to get me and to meet him at the corner store as I was too intoxicated to stay there and it was not safe. He picked me up and drove me back to his house to where he helped me inside and laid me in the bed and left. He drove on for several hours, stopping for some lunch at a small restaurant before starting up into the mountains. He had never been in this part of the state before. He generally tried to find new locations on these photographic expeditions.The state highway had given way to smaller roads. These had led him through a tiny hamlet, now mostly abandoned. Only a few houses looked to retain their residents and only a few single stores remained open. From the looks of things he guessed that there. If you’re interested, we can talk more later. Do you know where the old equipment shed is up the road from the volleyball courts?”“Yeah.”“Meet me there around two this afternoon. I think you’ll enjoy it.”“Okay,” I agreed and took the opportunity to get a good look at a nice, circumcised cock as he stood to leave.I made my way down the hill, past the volleyball courts, found the old equipment shed and went inside. Bill was sitting on an old wooden desk chair stroking his cock. “Hey, Bob, glad. The reality sank in as the black bitch locked the slave collar around my neck. I heard an audible click as it was snapped shut. It weighs over a pound and is a constant reminder of my new status.At that moment I realized that I was trapped, my fate was sealed.Next she placed steel shackles around my wrists and finally my ankles. Those weigh half a pound each. As with the slave collar, they were wide and permanently locked closed. With the help of another black woman, chains were run through.