Head inside

Her knees were barely able to support her long enough to get inside. She could feel how much she was leaking even if all of it was soaked by her panties. Her head started to feel light and her vision began to blur. Every step she took, she felt moist fabric rub against her. She made it to a bench moments before she was certain her knees would have given out.

"F-Fuck this damn c-c-collar is gonna m-make me..." Her mind wandered away, clearly not being needed for the moment. Stella hardly cared she was in public, she was so turned on she couldn't think about anything but her need for the inevitable orgasm. Her lower lips were twitching like they were trying to pull in something that wasn't there. Each time she unconsiously rubbed her thighs together a tiny shock went through her, further enhancing her arousal. She was so sensitive, the lightest touch against her clit would send her over the edge. But the collar would do that for her.

She could feel how close she was. Just a little more. Her mind clouded, being filled with nothing but lust and arousal. Her nipples were so hard they were almost visible through her shirt and bra. Her breath was so deep and warm, it was visible despite it being late spring. She was teetering on the edge, until finally, the dams broke.

The orgasm went through her like a javelin. Having been built up for so long, finally getting release was much better than she expected. She cupped her mouth to hold back her moan, although a muffled groan still made it out. She leaned over like she had a stomachache. Her whole body was shaking, and her legs clenched together as hard as they could. She felt all her built up arousal liquify and gush out of her flaming pussy, getting absorbed by her leggings, which were now stained an even darker shade of black. "H-H-Holy shit," Stella said as she caught her breath.

She tried to calm down, but she wasn't able to fully recover, as the command she placed on herself was keeping her in a state of light arousal. She had prepared for this, however, as she always had a hand mirror on her. She pulled it out, held it up to herself, and said "The collar no longer turns you on." She was a little thrown off by how domineering her voice sounded, but it worked, as she no longer felt any stimulation being generated.

She got up and headed to the bathroom to change herself. She had brought a spare change of everything below the waist, as she expected to ruin them quite a bit. She thought about things for a bit as she changed. She didn't think she should or could keep the collar a screct. She thought back to the smut she had read, and how erotic it was when the main charactor's orgasm was described. Just a description could make her masturbate to completion. And now she had the means to see it happen before her eyes. "I can't do that. That's too far... Although, I am already at a mall, and there are plenty of people i could try this thing on."

Normally, Stella would by appaled by her line of thinking, but she just had one of the greatest orgasms of her life, and according to the manual she would be perfectly fine asking someone to put it on. As she imagined watching someone else do what she just did, she lightly stained the panties she just put on. And so, her mind was made.