They make you their sugar daddy .

The girls rattle off a series of wishes. As soon as they're done you get dressed and head to work.

You work harder than you've ever worked before. You smile when people call your name and you laugh at all your obnoxious boss' jokes. You work through most of your lunch break helping a coworker with a problem that you'd normally tell him to solve himself. You compliment all the girls in the office, but not in a sexual way. By the end of the day people are smiling whenever they see you and commenting on how enthusiastic you seem.

You don't remember anything about the collar or the girls. You just know that you want to be the best employee possible.

As soon as you get home every detail of the past day rushes back into your head. At the same time, all the personal details of your life (your name, what your family and friends look like, what state you're in, etc), disappear from your mind. You strip down to nothing as soon as the front door closes, drop to your knees, and wait for your mistresses to command you.

"Oh look," says Raven, "our butt boy is home."

Sapphire walks over to you from the couch. She patronizingly says, "Did you have a good day at work today, dear?"

"Yes, Mistress Sapphire. I worked as hard as I possibly could."

"Excellent. Make sure you work hard every day and get all the promotions you can. Raven and I decided that we need a bigger place to live. We'll move in here for now, since it's better than our apartment, but you need to make more money so we can afford something better. You won't take up a lot of space, since you can just sleep in a corner, but we want a music room, a party room, and plenty of space for both of us to do what we want."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you mistress." You pant a little as your cock gets painfully hard. Your mouth salivates as you stare at her crotch and imagine the taste of the pussy juices that you're now addicted to.

Raven approaches, looks at you, and slaps your face hard. "Eyes down, ****! You're only allowed to look at our feet!"

"Yes, Mistress Raven! I'm so sorry, Mistress!"

"That's better," says Raven. "Now for some real fun."