***Just a short little story I wrote yesterday, might continue if it's well received***
She felt the collar snap shut around her neck, it's heft, it's weight was a new sensation Annie hadn't expected. Tingling sensations started running up and down her spine, it made her shiver, she could feel it connecting to her nervous system. It ran down to the base of her spine before spiking up to her brain making her jump and twitch. If she weren't so distracted by the novel and intense prickling of electric signals mapping her brain, she would've regretted not wearing a bra today. Her twitching made her hefty chest jostle in her shirt. The artificial signals in her brain re-intensified, her mind went blank, it felt as if every neuron was exploding at once. It left her speechless. Her jaw dropped and her tongue lolled out, saliva pooling and it's end. Dripping down onto her chest and running between the valley of cleavage, past her hardened nipples visible through her coarse shirt.
The pulses stopped for a moment, just enough to collect herself a little as her thoughts dribbled back. Her heart rate calmed down and she began to feel a little embarrassed about the state of vulnerability she had just been in. Annie imagined she would have to get used to this sort of thing, relinquishing control of her body to the collar.
The technician who has placed the collar around her neck began to explain, although Annie and all women, as of the last few years, already knew much of it from stress googling, talking with friends who were already 21, and of course the information that was broadcast. The tech started with the general justification for the advent of collaring. Birth rates across the world had suddenly fallen steeply and instability as the middle aged members of society worried about the future funding of their social security accounts when they retired caused a widespread demand to solve the problem. The mandatory installation of collars was initiated. All women, young and old, would be required to be fitted with a collar. At the age of 21, all women were to be collared. Theoretically they would be removed when a woman passed reproductive age... theoretically. Once someone was collared, it had an incredible ability to coerce it's wearer.
The tech went on. "The collar maps and influences the brain through sexual pleasure response. Initial electric pulses identify the strongest response as a result of stimuli, naturally the pleasure center of the brain, and creates incentives for the user to activate that center. Each initiation of that center is tracked and mapped by the collar and allows it greater control over the whole." Annie, still in a slight state of shock after receiving her collar, realized that it was finally happening to her. It set in that all of the experiences she had heard from her peers about becoming collared would happen to her too.
"Just so I understand, that means that everytime I orgasm, I give the collar more control over my brain? How is that possible?"
"Exactly, the collar can't map your whole pleasure center at once. It would take hours and all of the stimuli would render you absolutely blank! It would be like having the most intense orgasm of your life for 5 or 6 continuous hours." Annie could almost picture it, writhing on the floor as her thoughts drained out through the wetness in her panties, her mind empty but for the constant eruption of pleasure. She would've been brain dead in an hour, not to consider another 4. "It uses that information to... convince you to be... um to be... to want to be..." The tech was visibly embarrassed, struggling to say the word.
Annie did what she could to help him out. "It makes me want to be bred." He nodded. "What if I just don't masturbate? Will the collar not be able to control me?"
The tech laughed a little. "Everyone asks that, and hypothetically it could delay the collar's control. Because it already has some and it will increasingly use it to... guide you to orgasm. And it can be very, very persuasive." Annie gulped, it was still gradually hitting just how enslaved to the collar she would be. "Even if you do last a few days, a week, maybe, the collar is programmed to heighten certain hormones during ovulation. But," and the tech laughed again. "If you can resist all of it and never masturbate and never have sex that brings you to orgasm then yes, you could delay the collar's control." He said with a slight scoff and air of scepticism that Annie didn't appreciate.
She glanced in the mirror on the drive home. The collar was rather thin, for it's importance. From what she heard from other recent collared women, she would get an email soon with the results from a DNA test. It would assess how important her genes were to pass on. Some of her friends had referred to it jokingly as their breedibilty score. For those that had scored low their collars only really made their presence known during ovulation, causing in them a desperation to have unprotected sex. But for those that scored high... she heard it was constant. One of her friends had gone from prudish and shy to posting pictures of herself naked on Instagram. Each photo prominent featured her masturbatory instincts. Eventually the photos got taken down, but not before she had posted a video of one of her Instagram followers emptying his load inside of her.
Her phone must've known she had gotten collared. When she got home she had pulled up Instagram and all of the advertisements had been for vibrators or date sites. Seeing that first ad for vibrators something in her brain spiked. Unlike almost all her friends she had never owned a vibrator, but now she desired it. She needed it, yearned for it, lusted after it. She couldn't possibly buy one though, it would be giving in, admitting that she'd given herself over to orgasming and letting the collar gain more control. She couldn't, could she? Annie rationalized, she could buy one and still decide not to use it... Within five minutes of being home there were three different ones in the mail, all with priority shipping.
