She wants to wear it again!

“Yes?” But despite your reaction she has already lost the courage she had gathered to try and formulate her wish. Not like you would let that stop you. You place your fingers under her chin, lifting up her head and make her look at you. “Tell me.” You command her, knowing she won’t want to resist much anyways. “I wish I would get to wear that one more time!” “Of course! Here you go.” Her mother chimes in, relief clearly audible in her voice. You can imagine, with how there is no way the middle-aged woman did fail to overhear how the changes made to her would fade the moment she takes the collar off. You know how the wearer of the collar can only take it off if they are commanded to, but that is exactly what the girl just did.

You need to prevent that at all costs. You lounge forward, pressing the leather right back around the womans’ neck only split-seconds after in her hurry to obey her fingers had unfastened it. For but a moment shock and more subtly anger flare up in her eyes. But then, you won’t take any chances. “I wish you would be perfectly fine with doing anything me and your daughter order you to, not resisting or obstructing us in any way.” The expression on her face returns to indifferent acceptance. “Lower your arms, and just stand by right here.” You give her that order in hope that she will at least remain too far away from others to hear some random wishes from other people. Luckily the three of you are not in any of the really crowded parts of the mall.

You face the girl. She looks surprised and a bit scared at the sudden interruption. You think an explanation as well as some sort of common ground might be in order. “I understand that you want to wear it again. Actually, I had been planning on it. But all in due time. If your mother removes the collar before the twenty-four hours are up, just as you already know, the effects will disappear and she would return to her normal, excessively controlling self. And she would definitely get in the way here. Then our deal and all the possibilities it holds would become null and void. Is that what you want?” She seems to realize only now what you have just prevented and shakes her head vividly.

You think for a second, before remembering that besides the collar itself, you had picked up a second item as well, the two making a set. That could help limit things a bit. And with safety limits in place, much fun could be had.

But even though you feel the leash for the collar nestled into your jacket, this is a place where it is already weird enough seeing a middle-aged mother in tidy, inconspicuous clothes wear something as eye-catching as a metal-spiked black dog collar. Attaching a leash to it and leading her around that way, as much as it makes your dick stir in anticipation, would get you in trouble.

With all of this said, you do have a few options for relocating this somewhere where that is not an issue.