April finished her shower blissfully, accounting to her already hyper-stimulated pussy; she rubbed herself silly again and came like a star, jerking and twisting her crotch as if humping a generously-endowed male - or perhaps a particularly strong silicone partner. Hot and delighted nearly an hour later, she stepped out of her shower and wrapped her lower half in her towel, not bothering with the upper levels. She dried slowly and luxuriously, easing her body with her hands, enjoying the fresh feeling her post-orgasm clarity had gifted her. She had had a great afternoon splattered with multiple fantastic orgasms, and she was happy. Grinning contentedly, she walked out of her bathroom without concern, her generous breasts swinging, and went to her room to find a nice cool shirt.
At twenty-eight, April looked damn good for her age - which is saying something, given that most twenty-eight-year-olds already look mighty fine. Lightly tanned, she was tall - she clocked in at five feet eleven - and curvaceous to a fault. Her wide hips gave away nothing when it came to her shapely backside, and her breasts hadn't lost their youthful perk, forming two generous U-shapes that even when naked held an erotic bounce. They rolled and swung across her chest like twin pendulums, and each was capped with a thick, pointed pink nipple. Many men and not too fewer women had suckled on them, and it was something of a personal pleasure for April. Her blonde hair hung in wavy looseness down her back, and if she arched it right, she could make her tips touch her ass. She was a bisexual bombshell, and she used it - she was practically a sexaholic, and she wasn't shy about it.
And today, her body carried one new addition, though she was unaware of it; a dark brown, leathery collar, as thick as two windings and clasped with a spring-loaded metal catch at the back. A simple buckle for adjustment sat slightly off to one side of her voice box, and though you couldn't see it in the daylight, a ring of multi-colored lights shone on the inside, revealing a hint of the complex electronics hidden within. Electronics which, at this moment, had complete control over April's mind.
April was performing a command. She didn't know it; her collar, her own purchase, had taken immediate and complete control of the prefrontal cortex; using complex light, sound and electrical impulses sent into her neck and along her nerves, veins and spine, it overrode her body's decision-making, impulses and physical actions with suggestions sent from a phone companion app. Her emotions could be increased or reduced by sliders, her ideas could be input by text or voice command, and it even had a locally-run voice control module that interpreted vocal commands and turned them into 'code' that the collar could execute. Right now, April was executing a command sent to her collar not by her own phone, but by that of the young pizza delivery boy she'd tricked into putting the collar on and subsequently having sex with. Having caught her, he'd flipped the tables on her, and left her with one command; forget she was wearing the collar, and anytime she wondered where it was or tried to find it, forget it.
Wandering around her house, April frowned. She remembered her morning - unboxing her new collar, sent directly to her from her secretive dark web contacts who were making things like this - and having sex with that delightful boy. Now that she thought about it, she could even vaguely remember something about doing him more - though those memories were dull, like they were happening in a room with frosted glass between her and them that she could only see and hear into mutedly. Now that she was looking for her collar, she couldn't find it. It didn't help that she kept getting distracted anytime she went looking and could barely keep herself interested in the search.
'Speaking of,' she said out loud, turning on the spot, her boobs swinging. 'I was going to make a drink!'
And so the rest of April's afternoon went by like this, remembering her collar and then forgetting it. Somehow, she just couldn't find it in her to care too much about it; despite it being the most exciting thing she'd ordered in her life, something she had chomped at the bit to try out hours earlier, she found she would rather sit and watch TV than search for it, and on top of that, she could barely care about not caring.
It was getting dark when April, still watching TV in only her towel and a tank top, her legs cocked up and a bowl of stir fry clasped in her arm as she shoveled it in, her eyes glued to the screen, heard the knock at door. Jumping, she frantically searched around for something to cover her lower half up with, but she had never thought about pants and didn't have any with her.
'Cominf,' she shouted, trying to chew and swallow quickly as she jumped up and started towards her room. A few steps into her charge, she suddenly and inexplicably froze. Turning stiffly, she walked to the door, unlocked it, and swung it open.
'Hey there baby!'
It was Michael. More than that; it was Michael and two friends. He led them in past April's still form. His guests were another guy about Michael's age, tall and lanky and a girl, scrawny and dirty blonde. She was carrying a bong.
'See? I told you. It's literally a control collar. Look, you can see her wearing it.' The other two turned and looked, and in the darker light, they could vaguely make out the flickering lights shining into April's still neck.
'Woah, cool as.'
'So she's totally your bitch?'
'Totally my bitch,' Michael said. 'Watch this. Hey Vicky, what do you want her to do?'
'Does she have any beer?' Vicky said in a teenage drawl.
'Oh damn, let's drink her shit,' the other male said, grinning.
'April,' Michael said into the waiting app on his phone - the app her collar was paired to. 'Get us beers, or any other alcohol you have if you don't have beer.' Obediently, April went into her kitchen and came back with four bottles of beer. After a moment, the three teenagers laughed.
'Damn dude, that's insane.'
'She's literally mind controlled, that's like super-hot.'
'Fuckin' hot.'
'You want to see how far she'll go?' Michael said, winking at Vicky.
'let's drink first dude.' The blonde teen said. They all cracked open a bottle as April stared unseeing at her TV, once more controlled and awaiting further commands.
Sometime later, as Vicky passed the bong back to Michael and swapped it for her nearly empty beer, Michael cut into the conversation.
'So we came here for a reason, right? Who wants to start?' He said, wiggling his phone in the air like a toy teasing a child. Pumped up, Michael's friend piped up.
