Try To Remove Collar

"Is the collar still locked?" You ask, fumbling your hands over it. Indeed, while Joy is back to normal, the green light is still glowing from the rune markings. A sinking feeling in your stomach, combined with what she just says suggests that this isn't over. "Try to take it off."

She instantly brings her hands to the buckle in back. She even tries prying it open, but you don't see a visible change in how secure the collar is on her neck.

"I can't get it off." She grunts, making another pass it. "It's stuck."

You sigh and tell her to stop. The next five minutes are taken up with you trying to explain what just happened. The light, the orgasm, the robot-like version of her. When you get to the part about how she was asking if you were her owner, she fingers the tag on the collar, perhaps unconsciously.

"I don't remember any of that." She leans back sighing. "You put the collar on and then it was just fuzzy pleasure."

All of a sudden, your belly rumbles loudly.

"In all the excitement, I guess I forgot about breakfast." You laugh.

"I'm so sorry, Master!" Joy suddenly looks stricken. She rises to her feet and rushes towards the kitchen. "Please forgive me. I'll serve you immediately." You're left there, blinking in confusion. Joy rarely cooks anything. She's a working woman. That was very much unlike her. The implications of what probably caused this are not hard to piece together.

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