Opens it

Stella took the box inside, still struggling to process the events that just transpired. She placed it on her table, observing it, searching it for any indication as to why she got it. It was a relativly small blank carboard box, with nothing but folds in the top to open it. The box wasn't sealed, only closed, as though it wanted to be opened.

Stella took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Okay, it can't be anything dangerous, of it would have gotten out," she said, trying to convince herself there was nothing bad that could happen.

Finally, the curiosity won, and she opened the box to find... a collar?

"What."

She was more than a little confused. Other than the collar, which was full black with a small ring on the front, there was a leash, clearly meant to hook on to the collar, along with a paper labeled 'Control Collar Manual.' The objects were resting on a soft pad, indented to fit each item comfortably.

Stella, not wanting be in the dark any longer, read the manual.*

"So this is a... mind controling collar? Made by the same people that power almost every house in the world?" Assuming the paper could be trusted, this answered a few questions, and raised dozens in its stead. She had read about something similar to this on a smut site a couple weeks ago. She bit her lip remembering how well she masturbated to it because it was so vivd. "Is this... real?," She asked herself, as sweat rolled down her neck.

*Refer to previous chapter 'Control Collar + leash' for user manual.