Telling Abby

It had been a week since Jack had received the magical collar from his grandfather and so far he had only used it on his teacher Miss Jameson. He had been waiting to see if there were any consequences to his actions, but it seemed he was in the clear. He had seen her most days at college and noticed that while she was still a bitch, she seemed kinder towards him than she had before.

He noticed she would look at him in class when she thought he was looking and would quickly look away when he looked towards her. He had been checking out her ass as she was bent over one day, enjoying remembering it naked, when he swore he had seen the outline of the base of the butt plug she had taken sitting between her cheeks and pressing out the material of her pants. She had stood back up too quickly for him to be sure, but he wondered if she had now taken to wearing it to work. As he sat in her class trying to suppress the erection he was now sporting thanks to his imagination he thought about tomorrow.

Today was Friday, which would make tomorrow Saturday, and he had invited Abby to his house in the morning. She was his only female friend and his best friend. She was pretty and had a good body, but thanks to her small breasts and weird personality she was as much an outcast as Jack was which was why they were such good friends. Despite her quirkiness, as she liked to call it, she had some how ended up in a relationship with a rather normal guy.

Jack had decided to tell her about the collar. Not only because it was killing him not being able to talk to anyone about it, but because he wanted her help on ideas of how to use it. So he got home, went to sleep early and waited for Abby to arrive the next morning which she did exactly on time. It was one of her quirks, always arriving on time and if she was ever early, she would wait outside until the exact minute she had agreed to be somewhere, even though Jack would have been happy to let her in earlier.

"Morning," she chirped cheerfully as she entered his house.

"Morning, want some coffee?" Jack asked redundantly. Abby rarely went without some form of caffeinated drink in her hand.

"Of course," she replied. He poured her a cup and handed it to her. She took a sip before staring at Jack. "So why the urgent meeting so early in the morning?"

Jack looked at her before answering. She had brown hair with matching brown eyes and intense stare that most people found unnerving, but Jack found endearing. Her make up was done flawlessly as always, her eyeliner in perfect wing tips. Jack knew she always did her make up to cover up the few acne scars she had which she hated, although unless she pointed them out, most people wouldn't be able to see them.

She had on her black denim jacket which was like a second skin, she always had it on. Usually with matching black jeans which today was no exception. Her style seemed a mix of goth meets librarian meets hipster. Jack always thought she could be one of the popular girls if she dressed the part but she wasn't interested. It was part of why he was best friends with her, she was genuine to a fault. He took a deep breath before telling her why had invited her over.

"I got a gift from my grandfather, a collar," he started.

"A collar? That's a weird gift from a family member," Abby interrupted with a chuckle.

"It's not just any collar, it's magical. It makes anyone who wears it my slave for twelve hours," Jack continued. Abby looked at him before bursting out laughing.

"Good one, what's next a pair of slippers that let me fly?" She asked sarcastically.

"I'm serious. Here look at it," he said handing her the collar. She took it and turned it over in her hands.

"Looks like a normal old collar to me, I have loads of similar ones at home," Abby replied dismissively.

"I swear to you I'm telling the truth," Jack pressed on.

"How does it work?" Abby asked humouring him.

"I pressed my thumb to the pendant and it bound it to me, then anyone who wears it after that automatically becomes my slave," he explained.

"What like this?" Abby asked as she pressed her thumb to the pendant. Just as before when Jack had done it the pendant glowed blue and the light wrapped around Abby's thumb.

"Wait-" Jack began but it was too late.

"Oh wow, neat trick," Abby exclaimed looking for a light or something hidden in the collar.

"It's not a trick, it's now bound to you," Jack explained.

"What so anyone that wears this now becomes my slave?" Abby asked.

"Yes but only if they put it in willingly and only for twelve hours," Jack reminded her.

"Put it on then," Abby grinned holding out the collar.

"Why would I do that?" Jack asked.

"To prove it works. I still don't believe you so put it in and prove it," Abby grinned.

"Why do I have to wear it? Why can't you, that'd prove it too," Jack argued.

"Because I know you and if I put it on you'd probably just make me some sex slave for twelve hours," Abby teased. Jack rolled his eyes in dismissal, although considering how he had treated Miss Jameson she wasn't far wrong. Not that he would do that to Abby though, even if he had always had a crush on her she was in a relationship and he respected that.

"Not happening," Jack replied shaking his head.

"Make you a deal, if you wear it and it works, you'll be my slave for today, but in exchange I'll wear it tomorrow for you," Abby offered. Jack paused at that proposal, it would be fun to have Abby under his control for the day and he wasn't too worried about what Abby would make him do.