It punishes disobedience

“You, my dear women, may wonder how we keep our dump and brute men under control,” Keylara says, “men are strong and sometimes skilled fighters, to be fair. Not all are useless pigs. Well these collars are not only quite fashionable and show the social status of males in my society. There runes are powerful magic. Every woman will get a collar to place it on her husbands neck. Or on other men if necessary. We only have around 1500 collars, but we will make more, don't worry. And if one of you silly men think you could just ignore a woman's order like always. You will regret it. Just a little snap with the fingers and ...”

The witch stops speaking and snaps her fingers. Immediately a sharp pain runs through your body. It is like your collar was set on fire. You collapse on the ground and try to rip the collar of but it's to tight. The pain ends a moment later but it was terrible. You gasp for air.

“What's the matter, slave?” Keylara asks with a sadistic grin, “do you want me to stop? If you ask me very nice I will stop.”