Bella was angry. Her mother had a new sugar daddy, and that creepy, leering old perv had demanded she'd go get a package for him after school today. Bella had tried to refuse, but her mom had of course taken his side and thought it was a good idea. The place was far out of her way when going home. She'd pedaled her bike in her preppy college outfit for almost an hour - out here on the backroads between the farms! - trying to find the place.
And now the guy she was going to pick up the package from was with a client, making her wait.
Wrinkling her nose, the blonde coed glanced over at the client. He was dressed like a farmer - in muddy rubber boots for god's sake! She felt so out of place in her school ensemble. She pressed down her pleated skirt, trying to make it a bit less poofy, embarrassed under the farmer's hungry gaze at her long legs. The contrast of him in a coverall and she with her milky skin bare from flared thigh-high skirt down to her cute platforms and painted toenails - Bella felt almost naked as he relentlessly devoured her with his looks.
No! She stomped a heeled foot and let go of her skirt, letting it take its natural, teasingly open shape. She didn't care about his leers. She dressed as she wanted. And she'd never be caught dead in something like what he was wearing.
She didn't have time for this crap. It was late already! She needed to get home soon, to have time to properly do her homework. She'd just started the program and didn't want to mess up immediately!
At least she'd been let into the back area with them to wait, Bella thought as she leaned back against the closed aluminum shutter door behind her. The space almost felt like a doctor's examination room with the big metal clinical table in the middle, but with the concrete floor and the metal shutter door making up one of the walls, it looked a bit too cold and industrial for that. As if the patients' comfort was unimportant. The man was inspecting the farmer's dog. Was he a veterinarian, or what? She hadn't really been paying attention to their conversation.
"You're right, the collar really seems to be working out," the possibly-a-veterinarian was saying. "She's properly attentive now. The earlier disobedience all squashed?" At the farmer's nod, he continued, "Well, yes, then we should move ahead with the implant."
"Up!" he said to the dog, patting the table. The black sheepdog obediently jumped up and sat down on the metal surface. She started panting with her tongue out her mouth, looking as ditzy and carefree as all dogs tend to do.
Bella grinned at it, trying to get back to a better mood. She wondered briefly how life was for a dog like that. The bitch looked so harebrained and eager. Focused on the man, she sat there obediently on the table, watching the little black clicker in his hand as if expecting a treat.
Bella figured it was a good life. An uncomplicated life without any planning or worries. Well, good for a bitch, of course. And maybe some women, she thought, giggling to herself. She knew she could never shrug all responsibility or control like that, give up all ambition and be a kept girl. Not the way she'd been brought up. She was going places, and she would pull her mother up with her when she broke the glass ceiling.
Well, as long as she was actually allowed the time to do her homework so she could get the grades she needed. She glanced at the guy. Hurry up!
The man had picked up some sort of device - a green, thick tube, maybe six inches long. Rounded tip on one end, a fist-sized bulge on the other. As he carried it, it was impossible to not notice that the contraption was just the right size and thickness for a dildo. The inevitable conclusion that it looked like a hard, green penis made Bella have to suppress a giggle.
The tip looked weird, though, making her pay attention and look closer. The light seemed to be bending around the tip and most of the tube, giving a lense-like effect against the things behind it. Magic, she realized! This was not a site where she would ever have expected finding sorcery or magical props - the place was as far away from the big-city Maker hotspots as you could come.
Well, not a typical veterinarian, then. Something else!
The apparently-not-a-veterinarian was priming the device now, squeezing an orange ovoid crystal about the size of two strawberries into a slot at the bulged end. The orange glow showed through the soft walls at the base of the flexible tube as the gem went in.
Suddenly, she recalled something she'd seen in biology class in high school. The insect-like green color and the egg-like shape inside the stem reminded her of an ovipositor - the egg-laying tubes insects used to deposit their eggs inside the bodies of other creatures. She scrunched her face. Was that what this thing was?
She looked closer as the man moved up behind the dog, pressed the tip of the device against the back of the dog's head. He pushed, and the tip of the prop went in, the lensing magic somehow opening the dog's skull without hurting it. The dog whimpered as the man pressed the stem all the way in until the bulge pressed against the dog's head and he squeezed down on the swelling, before quickly pulling the device back out of the dog's head. The hole closed up when the stem was removed - the lensing effect of the magic working both ways. Bella looked closely at the stem, the lack of bulge and glow at the root showing that the egg-like crystal was gone, having been pushed out inside the dog's brain. Yup, an ovipositor. Called it!
The dog seemed none the worse for wear with the foreign object in her brain. A little dizzy for a moment, but then she stood up on all fours, turned around and licked the man's face, wagging her tail. The man patted the dog's head, then handed the rest of the package the gem had been in to the farmer. "The new remote. Bitch will be as obedient as your wives, now," he said, chuckling, while he unclasped the dog's collar.
"Worth every penny!" the farmer answered with a grin as he slapped his thigh softly, making the dog move to his heel.
The not-veterinarian turned to Bella and handed her the black band. "Here, please hold this for a moment," he said. "I'll be right back."
Bella had accepted the collar in her hand before she wondered why he hadn't just put it on the table, but by then she was already holding it, and the two men had left the room towards the reception area.
"So the leggy stunner's slated for taming?" she heard the farmer ask with a chuckle. The other man hushed him, and she couldn't hear his murmured answer as both of the men left, the dog attentively at the farmer's heel.
The collar tingled in her hands, sending a good feeling up her arms. It felt nice. She wasn't as annoyed anymore.
Distracted, she stood there, holding the band. Then she realized what it was.
She'd seen the clips on the net. "The training collar challenge," or something like that. Girls, sometimes magically dolled girls, wearing collars just like this, trying to not obey what some man or boyfriend suggested off-camera, for as long as possible! The videos were generally all clips of girls nervously giggling as they found themselves doing whatever the male voices told them.
If only she'd known it felt like this - she could understand why the girls were enjoying it! She was thinking maybe next time she had a boyfriend, he could get her one of these.
The man came back. "OK, all done!" he said, holding out his hand to her. "I can take that now."
She pushed the collar to her chest and took a step back from him, her back pressing against the aluminum shutter door. She didn't want to give it up.
He tilted his head, then grinned. "Oh, I didn't realize the collar was still enabled. Sure, you can hold on to it for a little bit. Let's go to my office." He picked up the little black clicker the dog had been following with her eyes. "I guess I'll better bring the collar's remote along too, then."
He walked out the door ahead of her, waving to her as she held the black band to her chest, looking at him with big, doe-like eyes.
"Don't worry," he said. "I won't take it. Come along!"
Like a shy animal, she followed behind him through the corridor, and he waved her into his office.
"Do you mind waiting for a bit more? There is someo-something I need to check on," he said as she entered the room ahead of him.
She shook her head. She didn't mind waiting with the collar in her arms a bit more. It gave her a chance to explore this wonderful feeling.
"OK," he said with a grin at her, then left to take care of whatever he needed to do.
She put the collar to her face, explored the delightful sensation. It seemed to be a little more intense when she kept it near her head. She tried kissing it. Teased it to the side of her neck. For minutes, she caressed herself with the collar in different ways, getting more and more turned on. Briefly, she even considered slipping it under her panties.
"Hmmm, if you're enjoying it that much, maybe I should just put the thing on you properly," he said, making her jump - she hadn't realized he was right next to her. He moved quickly, and she ended up with the collar around her neck and clicked shut before she knew what happened. He was fast at that! She realized his proficiency betrayed a lot of practice with collaring human females. How often did he do things like this? Was he the male voice off-camera in some of those videos?
"There, isn't that much better?" he said, moving to sit on his desk, looking at her.
It was. Wearing the collar made Bella feel like her heart was beating faster and gave her a pleasant feeling in her belly.
"It doesn't work on males - the Maker's apparently only into females - but I've been told it's the ambient feeling of infatuation, of passionate love." He chuckled as he looked at her just standing there, an aroused blush spreading over her neck and face. "No, you're too young to be properly in love - barely eighteen, right? An innocent teenage crush."
