'So, explain to me again
how
exactly this thing works?' He said, holding the strange, seemingly unimpressive item of clothing in his hands. To him, it just looked like an ordinary collar - sure, it was thick and had some weird gadgetry in it that made it look high-tech and futuristic, but surely that could only be a few novelty lights, a motor, and a battery, right?
'It's very simple,' the cashier said again, her blonde hair falling about her shoulders as she leaned over the counter for the third time at him, her very visible, very tight cleavage flashing enticingly from between her crossed arms through her decidedly under-buttoned shirt. Two sky blue crystals that seemed to serve as eyes gleamed from her head, and not a blemish in her perfect make-up could be seen. Her white, straight teeth glinted up at him, smiling good-naturedly as she repeated the story, as if she were a friend talking about some workplace gossip or the latest celebrity slip.
'This toy of ours is a little device that makes a person do whatever you want. Anything.' she said. 'Literally! All we have to do is put it on and have it powered on, and - boom! Your personal slave. Consenting, intelligent, obedient - utterly perfect.' She said, grinning as she took it from him, moving it in her hands. 'You see, in here are some very complicated electronics - emitters, speakers, radiators, LEDs, infra-red, ultraviolet, wireless - that precisely and consistently interfere with the brainwaves of the wearer, interrupting, modifying or even creating entirely new thoughts and motions in the base of the brain, right between the
thinker
and the
doer
parts, so to speak.' She turned it over, showing him the insides as she spoke. A metal band penetrated with tiny holes for what looked like an array of lights sat inside the banding, and he had to admit that it did look fairly complex, from the outside.
'And that thing... Does everything?' He said, amazed. 'Thoughts, movements...?'
'More than just those,' she said. 'Ideas, emotions, sensory stimulus - if you put this on, I could tell you that you can smell burning toast or feel like you're frozen in ice. I can tell you you've got Metallica playing in headphones or you can't see red - your brain doesn't just make those signals, it
takes
them too, so all this has to do is put them in there - boom, it's as if it's really happening!' She said, using her customary catchphrase again. Those two little boobies squeezed together, rolling back and forth, her cleavage twisting. She had a fantastic goddamn rack. 'This little guy isn't just the key to perfect manipulation; it
is
perfect manipulation!' She smiled, nearly laughing. Her breasts seemed to bounce with the motion in that tight little white shirt, and he tried not to pay them the attention they seemed to so desperately want as he looked over the inconspicuous blue device again. Part of him hoped she didn't know he was looking; and another, specific part of him secretly wished she did.
'I know,' the hot blonde said in anticipation, taking it from him. 'It seems insane - how can a tiny thing like this do all that?' She pre-empted. 'Want to try it on?' The woman winked, coyly, a knowing grin on her cute little face.
'Uh- I, uh, n-no - thank you,' he stammered, not sure about the idea of being 'completely manipulatable.' The cashier, not to be quashed, straightened up. Those goddamn tits didn't look even a tiny bit worse when viewed from head-on - they were firm and round and seemed to sway with her tiniest movement - even breathing. There was a good chance they were fake, they were so flawless. 'Aw, forgive me, I had to try! But I can actually do you one better, and you don't have to put yourself at risk at all,' she said. 'Come with me.' She beckoned, walking away from the desk. He stood there for a moment, his eyes falling to the round rump encapsulated in her plain grey little miniskirt. It wiggled enticingly at him, a tiny crease forming below each cheek as she walked, a dark curve in its centre, between each round globe. It was almost as if he could see their very shape beneath it...
Fuck,
he thought as he followed her.
I'm going to be in so much trouble.
The pair approached a back corner of the area and turned through some clothing racks until they came to the back wall where a changing room door waited. It wasn't far away, but secluded enough that no one was likely to notice it without actively spending time shopping in this area - and, given that this was "aged under garments & incontinent aids" based on the sign somewhere above their heads, no freaking wonder. She stepped up to the room and gestured for him to enter, her face all smiles. 'Don't worry,' she said. 'I'm not going to put it on you as you pass me. You're like twice my height!' She smiled good-naturedly. Following him in, she put the blue collar down on the countertop just inside the doorway and looked around.
'In these rooms,' she said more softly than she had before, 'you will see what some of our collars are being used for.' She stepped up to the first cubicle, drawing aside the curtain. Inside, a man stood with his pants on the floor. Before him on her knees, a youthful, wavy-haired girl knelt, gazing sexily up at him with wide round eyes. His cock was only half visible, the pointy end buried somewhere between her lips and her throat. Although he turned his head at the disturbance, she didn't indicate that she had any idea anyone else was watching her performance. She just pumped her face along his length, sensuously massaging his testicles as she worked him devotedly. The man's eyes fluttered as she pleasured him, and he quickly forgot he was being watched too.
