"I wish you'd follow me."

You speak in a low voice to prevent any of the other customers from hearing. "Alright," she says, with just a hint of trepidation as she obediently follows you outside. Once you're both standing outside the store you turn to her. "Sorry about that, I just didn't like the way some of those people were looking at us."

"Right, but you'll get the collar off of me now?" she asks. You smile at her, and she visibly relaxes, blissfully unaware of your true intentions. She should never have allowed you to take the collar off.

"Of course," you lie, and then lean closer and say "I wish you'd forget what you know about the collar. It still affects you, but as far as you know it's the same as any other collar. I wish that any attempt to explain it to you will be ignored or passed off as untrue. I wish that you believe that the reason you obey my every command is because I own you." You think for a moment and decide to add one more, just to make things a little easier for you. "In addition, I wish that you love being owned by me," you say. You decide on a little test, to make sure that what you'd just done had worked.

"Do you like the new collar I got for you?" you ask the (former) clerk.

"I love it, master! I think it fits me very well," she beams up at you, eager to please.

"Good girl," you say to her, and then mutter "now just a couple more things." You clear your throat and hope that this works. "I wish that you will obey any command I give you as if you were compelled to do so by the collar, regardless of whether or not they start with 'I wish.'" She doesn't even blink at your mention of the collar. Looks like your previous commands worked. "Any instruction I give, you will follow. Anything I tell you to be true, you will believe. You will refer to me as Sir or Master. Now, who are you?"

"My name is Ruby, Sir."

"That will do for now, I suppose. What are you?"

"I am your ****, Master."

"Good girl, Ruby. Why are you my ****?"

She pauses, unsure. Her mouth opens, then closes; it seems you've stumped her. "I- I don't know, Sir..." You put a hand on her shoulder.

"And you don't need to know, girl. You are perfectly content knowing that you are owned, and I am your owner. You are my **** simply because that's who you are. Do you understand?" Her face clears and her smile reappears.

"Yes, Master," she replies.

"Good girl. Now follow me."