Yes!

Cursing herself for such a cluttered purse, Elana dug through the thing for a full minute before growing frantic and simply dumping the entire thing out on the table. Among the familiar objects was a flexible strip of a white material Elana didn't recognize, but it certainly had the dimensions of a collar and she didn't have any time to waste. She examined it hastily but couldn't find any way that it would actually close: both ends were just smooth.

2 minutes.

Fearing she might actually run out of time, she decided she had to try. Lifting it with both hands, she brought it snug against her throat and pressed the ends together. There was a sharp pinch that made her cry out in surprise, but when she released the collar, it stayed in place. She gave it an experimental tug and found it to actually be quite secure, without a seam she could feel with her fingers. She marveled at the advanced technology until she saw the time.

1 minute.

Gah! All other thoughts fled as Elana focused on the only thing that mattered in that moment: avoiding obedience training. Her bra and panties came off in a flash, too quickly for her to even really register the embarrassment of being fully nude in public, and she darted towards the front door to fall to her knees. This did feel familiar to her, as Elena recalled a lot of time spent practicing kneeling while fantasizing about actually going through with this.

She quicky spread her legs and folded her arms gently across the middle of her back, each hand flat against the other arm. She had to arch her back and press her chest out to achieve the desired posture, which reminded her of just how completely naked she was, but nothing compared to the looming threat of obedience training. She had to prove she didn't need it. She had to.

Not ten seconds passed on her knees before the door opened to admit who she could only assume was her assigned handler. She tried to look up at them, but a hand pressing firmly down on her head communicated clearly that she was to look at the floor while the handler walked around her, evaluating her.

Elena was aroused beyond belief. Her pert nipples prominently displayed, and thanks to her wide knees in her kneeling position, anyone who cared to look could see her glistening snatch. She had to assume anyone coming too close would be able to smell her incredible arousal but she didn't care. She couldn't afford to.

The handler's hand came into view. It sported a bracelet that looked exactly like Elena's collar, except that it was lit up with a green band along the middle. Elena's collar beeped in a cheery tone and lit up in a matching green color. If there'd been any doubt that this was her handler before, that was gone.

Her life's secret fantasy became inescapable reality with that beep. The full realization that all this was really and truly happening dawned on her. It was a wonder that she wasn't trembling.