No time. Her Master Is Home

Anna panted softly. There was just no way she could bring herself to orgasm. Every stray thought was another blaring reminder of her place. Pets only cum with permission. Anna was a pet. She retracted her hand.

Anna returned to her feet, stumbling groggily to hybrid living room kitchen. Instinctively, she reached for her phone. Once it was in her hand, a thought re-emerged from where it had hidden beneath her submisive haze. She could use the app. She could undo whatever it was that had happened to the world. But, when she swiped it open, the flaw in that plan was immediately apparent. While the collar was on, she couldn't read. The letter and numbers all turned to gibberish.

A sound from outside took away her entire attention. Anna placed the phone back on the table, almost without thinking. It was a car driving up. Master was home.

Silently, Anna glided towards the door. Without even thinking she sunk to her knees, adopting a pose that had been drilled into the core of her muscle memory. Down on her hands and knees, with her head lowered all the way until her forehead hung mere inches from the floor. A posture of total obedience and submission. Anna held it perfectly still, despite the fact that her body's urge was still to squirm in denied arousal.

Master expected it from her.

Then, the door opened.