They laughed again so sweetly. "Yes, it has that effect on people I've found. But don't worry. No one will mind."

A click. A leash slipped on as that haze and heat grew through you. Without even thinking you follow them as they lead you away.

It never faded again.

Their laugh was beautiful. You felt the prick, your mind hazing as they reached to it, a finger stroking it across your throat.

You gulped. Your body shook.

"It does suit you, you know."

They grasped it fully, playfully pulling you over. You gasped. Uncontrollably climaxing.

Soon you loved those times your brain hazed over, your body grew hot and your breath panted out. Wetness was a constant, something that excited you further.

You didn't even think about it when one day someone approached you and laughed, "Oh, that's where my collar went!"

Every now and then your fingers would graze the collar, and your eyes rolled hard. Breaths heavy, you steadied yourself.

No. Not over the edge. Not yet.

Not without permission.

You found yourself slowly growing more and more aroused as the days drew on. Twice a day that haze would hit you, and twice a day you would ride the feeling.

You didn't climax once during it. Something about that felt... wrong? But enjoying the hazy feeling was fine.

Strange, you thought, idly sliding it back around your neck. Must have been your imagination right?

That night it happened again, and that yearning was stronger. Your hands strayed over your body. You felt safe, as though cradled, and you were warm. The haze returned.

The feeling lasted a while, and thankfully you were alone when it did. The memory was hazy, but something felt pleasant about it. Comforting. And yet your body yearned for something.

A quick inspection yielded no results. Nothing sharp to see.

And then, when all were saited, they held your masked visage again, you rose with shaking legs to sit upon their throne, body shaking as you completed the ritual, only to then wait besides them for the next.

You were they now. They were you. A pulse inside bound you eternally.

You were presented to the worshippers as a divine sacrifice. To them your body served as their respite, open to their whims.

All you could do was smile and moan, drowning in joy.

You were chosen for this blessed task, and the pride filled you as the worshippers did.

Gripped hands go slack as you keep your eyes locked to theirs, a smile on their features as you feel something push....

Soon, you're making different noises. And a mess

Five minutes turned into an hour. Soft moaning as you tug and fondle yourself in the night. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears as you whimper. Your body shakes. So close. But. You have responsibilities later. You have to sleep.

....Five more minutes. That's all.

Your hands run down your chest. It feels nice. You barely notice that smell now too. You smile and look down.

Huh. Did you get two of these masks? Well, no sense keeping it. You like yours a lot. In fact, you don't think you want to take it off.

Perhaps a friend would like it.

Ah. Yes. The pattern is very pretty. And the smell is strange, but not...bad.

You should go show someone it. Oh but perhaps change first. Something more fitting. Maybe a bit shinier.

When did you get latex again? Ah, it doesn't matter. It works with the mask.

The lights are changing some. Interesting. Are they spinning? Is that a cool pattern?

Why are you lightheaded? A hand moves to lift the mask off, but stops before you can.

You can just relax with it on for a while.

...

Why did you get it anyway?

To show others?

Something astringent, but not bad. Perhaps it was just that new electronics smell. You didn't know this mask was electronic, but hey, that's a bonus.

And it looks so cool in the mirror. May as well watch it for a while.

The smell is stronger. That's probably just the heat.

A small hiss followed. A chemical smell. You blinked. Did it just degas? Your head turned to the mirror.

It had come alight. A myriad of colours shone from its plain surface. It wasn't what you expected. But it did look cool.

Was it still hissing?

You could smell something.