She ripped open the package in delight, excited out of her skin to try it out. Tearing open the box, April revealed a simple black leather collar, thick but not too obvious. It was just like in the videos. Quickly she downloaded the app and paired it to her phone. It beeped and lights on the inside glowed into the space where a neck would usually be. She was tempted to try it on herself, but she didn't know how these things worked out of the box and the last thing she wanted to do was put herself under and never come out again. Instead, looking mischievous, she picked up the phone and dialed for pizza.
'Hey, here's your order. You paid over the phone, so you don't owe me anything up front.' He was cute enough, for sure, and her new toy would soon take care of any consent or performance issues.
'Hey, thank you so much,' April said. 'Hey... can you do me a favor? Do you think this looks good on me?' She asked, showing him the collar, posing a little girlishly with it.. He took it when she offered it, and he held it up.
'I guess. You sort of suit a collar, I guess.' He held it out.
Cute,
April thought.
He thinks I'd look good in one. Let's see about those gender norms, hmm?
'Do you think you could try it on? It's a gift for my boyfriend and I really want to make sure it's his type. You sort of look like him. It'll only be for a second - pleaseeee?' Reluctantly, he put down his pizza warmer, unclipped the leather ring, and placed it around his neck. Quickly, April took out her phone, pretended to be taking a photo of him, pulled up the app and switched it on.
The effect was instantaneous.
The pizza boy froze, the clip slipping shut thanks to the conveniently easy-close spring. His eyes widened, and nothing else happened.
Fucking COOL,
April thought. She tapped the microphone button, which took voice commands and processed them into the 'code' the app used to instruct it's wearer, and said what she was thinking -
screw it, might as well.
She stared in joy as she watched his pants tent and his hands go down to unzip his fly. It was flawless.
Five minutes later, April was bent over her couch, taking the best dicking she'd had for months from her pizza boy. The app was good - she'd made him get hard, take his pants off and then fuck her in just a few voice commands. It knew to make him put it in her cunt and he was stroking to a godly pace, but either his stamina was equally as godly or he needed to be told to finish too. April assumed the latter and tapped the microphone button again, holding back gasps of pleasure enough to order him to finish. The app processed her words, sent the corresponding commands to the remote control collar and he quickly sped up, crammed himself deep inside her and filled the tip of the condom up. April moaned and began to cum herself around him, curling her legs and blissfully leaning into it for a bit.
Fuck this collar is GOOD,
she thought. Gasping, she pushed him back a few steps with one foot and stood, her pussy still quivering. He just stood there dumbly, his half-hard cock covered in a condom that was about thirty seconds away from dribbling on her floor.
'Take it off,' she said into the app. Gasping still and riding down the high, she shimmied her pants off fully - she would need a shower now anyway, and who was going to see her? The boy she had complete control over? - and stepped away to grab some tissues. As she was wiping herself, April turned to look for her phone and send off her next command. Unfortunately, this time her app hadn't known what exactly it was she expected him to take off. She turned, one hand pulling her skin so she could access herself, the other pressing a wad of tissues into her nether lips in time to see her momentary sexual partner holding her control collar in his hands and staring with a hard face at her.
'What the fuck,' she said. 'Wait, hold on, okay, this-' she stammered. Then, everything happened really, really fast.
He approached her. Shocked and in the position she was, she was delayed in responding, and though she threw up her arms to stop him, he pushed them aside and in one quick movement, pushed the collar around her own neck. She felt it touch her skin, the clip slipped together and clicked, and then-
-nothing. April became a statue, one arm in the air, tissues still stuck to her fingers, the other on the back of the couch chair.
'So,' the man said, stepping away. 'This is either some fucking sci-fi bullshit, or I jumped fifty years into the future.' He didn't know - couldn't know - the kinds of rings April had been in online, the types of tech and hypnosis stuff she dug for every day. He didn't know these collars existed - and perhaps a thousand lucky men and women in the world had them. But it didn't matter; now he had hers, and he had her - and he knew what she'd done with him.
The first thing Michael did was clean himself up. He tied up the condom and threw it out and washed his crotch with her tea towel. He also found a clean pair of her underwear and pocketed it as payment - and a token - for the free sex.
Can't believe I had sex and didn't even know it,
he thought as he wiped his cock on her towel.
