I come to gradually, not sure where I am, but feeling my mouth full, and my limbs cramped. I open my eyes and realize I am resting on my knees and elbows. What the-? I try to move my limbs but they are locked in place with some kind of sleeve, hands to shoulder for my arms, heel to ass for my legs.

I try to say something, but just mmmph around some nasty tasting, musty cloth that makes me want to choke. It also feels like there is a hood over my head. I feel a chill and realize I am naked except for the sleeves.

I hear the voice of Anna Racz, my Hungarian mail order bride, addressing me. I look up to see her standing in front of me wearing the same mini skirt and crop top she wore when we were drinking together, but she is no longer her usual mousy submissive self, instead standing over me in a power posture, hands on hips, her blond hair hanging freely, grinning down on me smugly.

"Well, my dear love, you must be wondering what is going on, no? I slipped you, how you Americans say, Mickey that made you go sleepy." I remember now, we were toasting to our new life together when I started feeling really tired. I closed my eyes for a moment, drifted off...and, fucking little bitch slipped me something. I start mmmphing angrily at her.

Her pretty face grows stern and hard, and she moves her right hand to show me a riding crop, moving around to my right side while I keep mmmphing. She yells "Shut up, you loser!" Then I feel a stinging line of fire across my bare butt. And another. And another.

Finally I shut up. She says in a stern voice "Good boi. I don't owe you an explanation as to what is going on, but I tell you because more fun that way. I'm part of a, how you say, illegal enterprise that gain foothold in America through lonely loser like you. I personally don't sell drug or guns, but sex. Instead of exploiting fellow women, I cater to, I guess you say a niche market."

"The gays, how you say, more open in your country. I no judge, we make good money. I take over your life, make it look like you enter a voluntary relationship with femdom Mistress who do the forced homosexuality and feminization. Then I sell your ass to horny gay men, and make good money. Great business plan, no?"

Fuck, no, you crazy fucking bitch!! She's back in front of me, smiling her bright smile that doesn't seem so pretty to me now. Her expression grows stern as she warningly slaps the riding crop on her left hand with her right. I take the hint and shut up, her pretty smile comes back.

"For now you stay in bitchsuit. You walk funny at first, but you get used to. Or you don't. I don't care, not about you. I care about money and control. I want everyone to know your my little bitch. I pimp, you the ho."

I stay silent, and she moves to whip my ass, three times. "I know you can't talk clearly with your underwear sealed in your mouth, but you still say "Yes, Mistress Anna." Now, loser!"

I mmmph the my affirmation and she giggles. "I have to call you something, I think Cuck Dog is good, because I put you in chastity cage, men fuck you, but you fuck no one, yes?" I mmmph "Yes, Mistress Anna and she giggles again.

"I have first customer coming over tonight, he like whip ass before he fuck it, so I leave him the riding crop. Now, bow your head, stupid fuck toy!" I obey and bow my head.

"Good boi, you make me lots of money!" Then she puts a box of condoms in my vision, then to it's right a jar of lube. Over the top of them she places the riding crop. "I take shower now, you think about what happen to you, loser boi. Just so I laugh." She giggles again and walks off.

My eyes look at the box of condoms, up to the riding crop, clockwise to the jar of lube. I think of my new life and can only stew with helpless rage, terror and humiliation. Why did I ever trust that mail order bitch?