Sexy collar

Mistress Vivi took a gold metal ring off the highest shelf, inhaled thoughtfully, and held it out for Sophia.

Sophia took it and held it. It was heavier than it looked. About the size of a neck. She looked at Vivi. "What does it do?"

"This is the ultimate contraption for submissives. I've been holding onto it for a very long time for just the right customer. And I am pretty sure I've met her now."

Sophia waited for Vivi to announce who, before she realised. "Me? What makes me the right customer?"

"I saw how you reacted to my orb back there. And, besides, you're turned on already just from the strength of it: you don't even know what it does yet!"

Sophia bit her lip, blushing at the thought of someone watching her writhing on the floor moments ago. "Touché. What does it do?"

"When you put this around your neck and close it, the very first person you lock eyes with will have control over you. Only they will be able to remove it, and as long as you are wearing it, they control your body and mind. It's the ultimate device for submission, so you really need to trust whoever you use it with. And, of course, Noah is a good guy."

Sophia was startled to hear her boyfriend's name. "How do you know about Noah?!"

Vivi looked disappointed.

"Right ... you know lots. Magic."

Vivi's smile returned.

Sophia made her way down the corridor to Noah's apartment. She felt at home here, but it didn't make her any less shy about what she was about to do. She looked into her tote bag at the golden ring, which shone a warm glow back at her. She pulled it out and held it. Even now, it surprised her how heavy it felt.

She looked each way down the corridor to check that she was alone and held it around her neck. It sat cold and heavy on her neck.

She took a deep breath, both excited and nervous.

The idea of completely submitting her will to Noah filled her with joy as much as pleasure. She had told him that she likes to be submissive but never really communicated how **** her feelings about it were. She had never had the courage to tell him that she wanted to feel used, objectified, short of abused. She felt shy and wrong, as if her fantasies were shameful.

She knocked on the door and clicked the collar shut on her neck. Despite how it didn't move, the collar felt somehow tighter on her neck. She waited excitedly with her eyes closed.

Seconds later, the door opened.

"Ma--," She froze mid word as she opened her eyes. Her heart stopped at the sight of an unexpected person in the doorway. "--aster?! Where's Noah?!" She grasped at the collar, hoping that she could unlock it before it activated. As she scrabbled around with her fingertips, she couldn't feel any sign of a clasp. "What are you doing here?"