It Gives Her A Spontaneous Orgasm

You sigh. The question lingers in your mind. What exactly is this collar? Is she right? Is it really magic? A pit is starting to form in your stomach. This whole situation seems off. For example, despite seemingly only being made of leather, the collar is far heavier then it should be. It weights like it's made of iron. You undo the leash, but it's still heavier then it should be. Joy looks at you expectantly. She wants you to put it on.

"Alright. Ready." You step forward and place the collar up to her neck. Before you can even work up the nerve to seal it, it snaps shut around her neck. Her eyes go wide with shock. You pull at it but it's locked. But, that's not the strangest part. No, that's the fact that immediately after locking the collar starts to glow. The rune-like markings radiates a powerful bright green light. You put your hand over your eyes and take a step back.

Joy was right. This...this isn't normal.

The glow reduces from a high beam to a faint illumination. A green highlight. Only now do you notice that something is off about Joy. Her eyes have gone completely white. She's looking back at you and her stare is empty. Then, her knees crumple and she falls into a heap on the ground. It's like she's a puppet whose strings have been cut.

"Joy?" You call out. Her body starts to spasm. First her hips, then radiating out to her legs and up her back. Her eyelids flicker like she's having a seizure. You rush to her side and crouch down. Her mouth opens wide and she lets out a....moan? "Joy, are you okay!?"

Her hips buck. Her chest rises and falls dramatically. It's as though she's sucking in whatever air you can. You place a hand on her thigh to help steady her and find that it's....slick. Your eyes fall on her panties involuntarily. It's hard to tell because of their black color, but they're very damp. Has she been squirting? She moans loudly. Your withdraw your hands without thinking. She's cumming. The collar is making her cum.

You take a step back. She's still shaking violently. Just how many orgasms has the collar given her?

The collar flashes once more. You shield your eyes with your hands. When the light recedes once more, Joy has gone still. Her eyes have shut tight. With this opportunity, you rush down and tug on the collar. It's still locked. You can't pull it free. Perhaps you could use this opportunity to find something to cut through the leather?

But, before you do, the situation gets even stranger...

Spontaneous magical orgasms! Intense! You can signal your enjoyment by giving this chapter a like!