Outside the temple of warmth.

After a few hours of travel, Dr. Anderson found herself at the location her research suggested she would find the temple. In the middle of the Persian desert and without her usual team for fear of the collar acting up, Jessica had foregone her usual modesty and dressed for the heat, wearing a white tank-top and bra and beige hiking shorts, her slender legs exposed to the elements. A worn baseball cap tucked her long brown hair up and out of her face, prescription sunglasses shielded her face from the suns rays, and a thin scarf protected her face from the driving sands, while having the added benefit of concealing the collar from view.

While she was sure she was in the correct location, Dr. Anderson didn't see anything resembling the type of Sumerian brick structure in which she had found the collar. She decided to climb the nearest sand dune to try and get a better view of the nearby area. Sometimes the locations divulged by her research were off by a bit of distance, but the area was desolate enough that she should be able to see any notable structure for a few kilometers if she got high enough.

Reaching the summit, Jessica surveyed the area. Sure enough, some distance away there was a man-made structure, although it was less of a temple and more of a garden, as from this distance it appeared to be a series of walls encasing an oasis of palm trees. Jessica began to make her way to the oasis. It was the only structure she could see, and although it wasn't what she was expecting, at worst, she would find respite from the heat.

Most people would have found the trek arduous, but not Jessica. This was the part of the job she enjoyed: long walks through exotic, far flung locales. It gave her time to reflect, and the last thirty-six hours had given Dr. Anderson a lot to reflect on. The collar taking control of her body was terrifying, but it had also given her power. She had disarmed and.... disabled that bandit with little to no effort. She was also aware that the collar was likely having a subtle influence on her mind, and even these thoughts might not have been hers.

She was also aware, as she made her way to the garden gate, that the orgasms she had had in the last temple were the best of her entire life.