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.
'Yo I've been itching to try this out all night, let me at her.' The boy Pete said. Vicky cheered, saying something about getting his end in. Michael laughed.
'Alright but be specific with the commands. The app can't know what you mean by "suck dick" so make sure you tell her who's to suck and how to do it.'
'Bro I am a king at getting girls to suck me off, I don't need explaining,' he said, grabbing the phone and unzipping himself with his free hand. He moved to April's couch chair and hurriedly threw his shorts down.
'April,' he said, over-playing it for his friends. 'Come suck my dick like a good slut.'
The app thought about how best to send the commands, then shot them over to April's collar. She came to life. April wasn't much of a dirty actor herself; she was very confident and got plenty, but she liked control play. If she wasn't seducing a boy for sex, she was usually very submissive. The collar, however, didn't know or care what she liked. In that instant, April went from a blank statue to a stripper.
She sidled up to Pete, her hips swaying, collar flashing rapidly. Spreading her legs as she squatted, giving Pete a momentary shot of her bare lips, she leaned in and licked from his taint to his tip, leaving a wet line on the fabric of his underwear. His friends cheering, Pete quickly squirmed out of his underwear - Vicky screeched in delight, Michael cat-called - and watched from point-blank range as April took his base in one hand, slipped her tongue along his underside and popped him effortlessly into her mouth. She travelled all the way down, moving steadily, her tongue guiding her along his underside until it slipped over his balls. April gagged, but the actions involved in responding to the gag didn't align with her command, so she simply soldiered through it and kept bobbing her head. Eventually she got past the chokes that died between her throat and his cock but the contractions had stimulated Pete and as she sucked the air out from her mouth and slipped sensuously along his cock, he started to pulse. He groaned, tried in vain to hold it back for a half-second and then grabbed April's hair to hold her down as he ejaculated. April swallowed him, coughing once or twice but tanking the oral assault, and within thirty seconds she was released.
Only April hadn't been told to stop, so she just kept going. She took him again and bobbed, despite him starting to shrink in her lips, pacing faster and faster. Jerkily, Pete scrambled for Mike's phone and jerked out a stop command. April froze, her lips around the center of his shaft, still half sucking.
'Tell her to stand back and relax,' Mike suggested from the chair where he was currently enjoying the feeling of Vicky's breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, and it was hot as hell. Pete hurriedly told April to relax, and she flopped back on the floor, sighing. Pete panted, then when April didn't appear to be about to clamp her mouth around him again, started to laugh giddily.
'Anything my little pet can do for you, baby cheeks?' Michael whispered as he leaned more and more over Vicky, herself slipping underneath him on April's couch. She shuddered at his warm breath in her ear. She was horny; the drugs and drink and this atmosphere of sex had her sailing higher than the boys were.
'She can lick my fucking pussy if you want her to,' she breathed back. She had been perhaps joking a little, but Michael's mischievous grin that split his face a few seconds later told her he wasn't taking it as a joke. He clicked for his phone, fumbled the catch, grabbed it and unlocked it.
'April,' he said into the mic. 'Come and help Victoria here out of her pants and lick her pussy until she cums like a little kitten.' April started to get up, approaching Vicky with focused eyes. Michael stared down the younger blonde, watching her react and squirm as her doom approached. She eyed the older blonde.
'April, eat out Victoria until she cums in your mouth.' Michael reaffirmed as he climbed off his partner, allowing April to move in in front of the chair. Vicky grinned playfully up at Mike as she turned to face April, just in time to feel the older woman's hands slip along her waistband and pull her slacks down. She gasped, and watched as April dropped them beneath her feet, then reached up and repeated the motion with her panties. It was fast and confident but not painful, and it shocked Vicky into pause, but the conviction April showed was even hotter and as April sidled down to lean in she giggled in anticipation, panting.
'Oh my god,' she breathed, giggling. 'She's actually going to do it-'
