Joy Is Back...Mostly

"The process is complete." Joy says simply, maintaining her inhuman empty voice.

Then, without any further warning, Joy slumps over like a puppet whose stings had just been cut. Her limbs splay outward randomly. For the smallest of seconds, it looks to you almost like she was dead. You kneel down and frantically nudge her shoulders.

"Joy? Joy?" You call out. Your eyes are wide, terrified. "That was a joke, right? Are you alright?" You out two fingers to her throat to check her pulse and-

"Mmmm." Joy groans. You feel her pulse. Normal. Her eyes start to flicker. To your relief, her irises are back in place. Though, you note to yourself that the collar is still illuminated by faint green glows. She sits up and rubs her eyes. "I don't know what happened. Everything went fuzzy."

"You don't remember what happened?" You ask, holding her arm to help steady her. So far, this ordeal had been too strange to believe. Just where exactly had Joy even bought this thing.

Joy stretches out her arms, and rises shakily to her feet. She brushes her hand over her panties, and makes a confused expression. If she indeed doesn't remember anything, it would probably be a surprise to find them so wet and sticky.

"Yeah, I put on the collar and then everything went fuzzy." She looked off into space, looking oddly wistful. "I can tell you that while it was happening I felt good. Like little waves of please. I think...I think I liked it...Master."

The last word came out dripped with honey. Like it was the most refrent thing she could say at that moment. It was abnormal. Joy seems to think so too. She squints and brings her hands up to the collar, feeling the tag.

"I didn't meant to say that..." She says, quietly. She averts her eyes.

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