Swingers trick me into being their bitch

I knew them for quite a while. Thay told me they always wanted to ask me and my wife to join their swingers' group. I found out they had asked my wife, but she was not into it at all. I found out later they told her I wanted to try. Maybe that helped her decision to leave me? I don't know.

Now that we are divorced and she has moved away, it's just me. They said that was ok, too. They said they have a party planned and I should attend. There would certainly be someone there I could meet and have fun with. This month's group theme is bondage and BDSM. I didn't know what to do about that. How would I dress and what should I expect. Bob offered to explain it all to me. Lacey said she would pick out an outfit for me to wear. I was bored and lonely. I haven't had sex in months. This sounded fun and maybe a little kinky too. The party was Saturday night at 6. So, I visited their nice rural home, Saturday afternoon. 

After a few drinks it was time for my orientation.

Bob said things can get a little crazy sometimes. With a few people in the same room there might be a cock or two to contend with. I was confused. I thought of swinging as a wife swapping affair. Bob said their parties are a little different. He assured me it would be fun for me. I let me concerns melt away as he explained there would be young, sexy ladies everywhere. This time everyone is required to arrive in leather gear. Some under their clothes, and some over them. Harnesses and collars and wrist and ankle cuffs galore. You'll take a random, secret card telling you where and how you'll meet other people. I was still confused. Bob showed me some pictures of the girls from last month's party. It was a bikini party. I forgot about drawing a secret card.

"Let's go downstairs and check out some clothes."

In the basement of the house is a large bedroom with a nice dressing area. Closets loaded with all sorts of clothes and kinky bedroom gear. A sitting and fitting area, shelves with wigs and masks displayed. and a table covered with dildos and rubber cocks. Lacey had some leather items for me to check out. She decided on a set of pink leather cuffs and a collar. Why pink? She said pink looks cute on me. Her big brown eyes and low-cut blouse left me in a daze. I just nodded "OK".  As we are chatting and looking over options, she is carefully buckling the cuffs around my wrists. Each one had a link where a small paddle lock secures them in place. This wasn't a dress rehearsal.  Then she told me the collar needs to be the right size. So I let her put it on me. Hanging from the front of the collar was a big red rubber ball. It was dangling from a wide strap. I've seen ball gags on the internet, but never in person, for real. I was a little nervous. 

She commented first I should wear a tight white T- shirt and a skirt tonight. She gave me a few to try on. A skirt? She said all the guys try on skirts and dresses at their parties. I need to fit in. They don't want me to stand out as a nerd at my first appearance with their friends. I took off my shirt and put on the T-shirt. It's pretty tight. I was still a little dizzy. But I knew this wasn't right. I should have figured something out then. But I didn't. I was a little buzzed. And I'm an idiot.

Bob stepped into the dressing area, rummaged through a closet, and came back holding some white high heels with shiny pink straps and trim. He said they are just my size. Men's size 9. This is getting a little too weird. maybe this was a mistake? You think?

The heels did fit me. But instead of a pretty little ankle strap to hold them on, they have a wide leather strap with a heavy buckle and a place for a paddle lock. Just like the wrist cuffs. Suddenly the strap was buckled very tight. I heard the paddle lock click closed. Is this all for real?