This is a resubmission of a previous story I never finished. It's been reworked slightly and is once again being worked on. Originally I only wrote three chapters, so far I'm now on chapter six! A little warning, this will contain a lot of fetish content from mind control, male domination, female domination, pegging, male on male, transformation, futanari, etc. If that sort of thing isn't your cup of tea, you've been warned!
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Jack sighed as he made his way to college. At nineteen he felt he should have more of a handle of his life than he did. He was stuck taking classes he didn't enjoy and working a job he hated to pay for those classes. He had barely any friends and he hadn't had sex in almost a year. Overall life was pretty dull. He sat down in his least favourite class, economics. Not only did he find the subject exceptionally boring, but it was taught by his least favourite teacher Miss Jameson.
She was extremely attractive. Jack, like most guys in the class, had grinned when they first saw her walk into their classroom. She was tall, just shy of six feet tall, with long legs, curved hips, a small waist and generously sized breasts. There had been quite the debate over whether they were D or DD. She didn't just have the body, she had the face to match. She was very pretty with green eyes that was typical of someone with her red hair which she always wore in a neat bun.
Obviously with a teacher like that, it was no surprise all the guys had been excited when they first saw her, but it had been short lived. They had all soon realized she was a complete bitch. Always serious, always angry and always willing to berate her students for the most minor of transgressions. Jack had quickly learnt to keep his head down, keep quiet and stay under her radar. Which for the most part had worked. He folded his arms and rested them on his desk with his chin perched on top of them as she began her lecture.
She droned on and Jack felt himself getting sleepy as he listened. He wasn't in the mood to take notes, so instead he rested his head on his arms. He didn't even realize he had fallen asleep until he suddenly heard someone shouting, loudly. He looked up to find the whole room staring at him and Miss Jameson seething with anger.
"I'm sorry. Am I boring you?" She asked.
"No, sorry," Jack apologized. This was the last thing he needed today.
"So what have I spent the last ten minutes talking about?" Miss Jameson asked. Jack tried to think, he looked at the clock and felt a pang of panic, he had been asleep for almost forty minutes.
"I don't know," he admitted, eliciting smirks from his class mates.
"Come see me this evening, we need to have a talk about your performance in this class," Miss Jameson clipped before turning to the rest of the room and continuing her class. Jack groaned, the last thing he wanted was to spend another hour with her at the end of the day. It wasn't like detention like back in high school, no that was easy. Turn up, sit there for an hour, catch up on homework and leave. No this was worse. This was going to be an hour of being lectured and berated by the queen bitch.
By the time he got home Jack was exhausted. He made his way back to his house, which was a short drive from campus. It was the only time in his life he had ever been lucky. It was actually his step-sister's house, she was seven years older than him and seemed to be the lucky one of the family. She had graduated from the same college he was now attending and landed an extremely high paying job. Which to Jacks fortune, meant she would be spending most of the next four years out of the country.
As such she had let Jack live in her house. It was close to the college and meant that she didn't have to sell her house or worry about leaving it vacant for months at a time. So other than a few weekends here and there when she would be home, Jack had the house to himself. He unlocked the door and almost missed the small box someone had hidden behind the plant pot by the door. He picked it up, briefly wondering what was in the small package and went inside. He put the package down and made himself some dinner.
He was on his way to bed when he stopped in the kitchen to grab a drink and saw the package sitting on the side. He had totally forgotten about it and he picked it up. It was a small, plain cardboard box with no markings other than his address which was written in a handwriting he didn't recognize. He grabbed a knife and cut the tape on the box. Inside was another box, this one wooden. He opened the box to find a black shiny collar and a letter. Jack double checked the address, it was definitely sent to him but he couldn't understand why someone had sent him a collar. He hoped the letter would explain.
"To Jack.
Hey kiddo, long time no see. I spoke to your mother recently who said you were having a hard time at college and with your job. She said last time she spoke to you, you had sounded pretty miserable. She also said she didn't think you had many friends to rely on. I was the same at your age, although college was a lot different in my day. There's so much pressure on you kids to be popular these days. Back in my day we went to college to learn, not to have popularity contests.
Anyway I'm getting off topic. I did try calling you but your mother said your mobile phone was broken. Why does nobody have a land line these days? I wanted to tell you about what I've sent you so I wrote you this letter instead. Inside the box you'll find a collar, I know strange but stick with me here, it's about to sound stranger. That collar is magical. Press your thumb against the back of the pendant and it will bind to you. Then anyone who wears it will become completely obedient to you for twelve hours.
I know, it sounds crazy, I thought the same when I first got it too, but trust me it works. There are only two rules. First the wearer must put the collar on willingly by themselves. No sneaking it onto people, that won't work, but they don't have to know what it does. Second it will always last exactly twelve hours, no more, no less and once it is done, it will return to this box. Again, I know how crazy this sounds, but it's true.
Give it a try if you don't believe me, see for yourself. Also don't worry, whoever wears the collar will remember what happened when the twelve hours is up, but they will be completely fine with it. I hope you have as much fun with this as I did and it makes college a little bit easier to cope with. Oh and the collar has some other features but I'll leave those for you to discover.
Lots of love,
Grandad."
Jack just stared at the letter. There was no way this was real. Now he knew who it was that had sent the letter, he recognized it was indeed his grandads writing, or at least he was fairly certain it was if he remembered from the Christmas card he got every year. This had to be come kind of prank he was playing. Sending him this collar and claiming it was magical. There was no way.
Jack removed the collar from the box and studied it. It was black, shiny leather and had a small round pendant hanging on the front with a clasp at the back. It seemed completely normal, there were no markings, no inscriptions, nothing to even hint at this collar being magical. Not to mention that it looked brand new. Just to prove a point, Jack followed his grandfather's instructions and pressed the flat of his thumb against the back of the pendant. As expected nothing happened until, much to Jacks surprise, the pendant glowed blue and Jack watched in amazement as the light seemed to wrap around his thumb before disappearing instantly.
He double, triple checked the collar for some kind of battery or light, but found nothing. He started to doubt his own convictions that this was a trick. He couldn't find anything to explain what had just happened and began to consider maybe his grandfather was telling the truth. Next he started wondering who to test it on. He was too tired to think now, it could wait until tomorrow.
He went up to bed, putting the collar on his dresser before falling into bed. Despite finding out magic may in fact be real, he was so tired he fell asleep almost instantly. When Jack woke the next morning he wondered if it was all a dream. He looked over at the dresser to find the collar wasn't there. It must have been a dream he told himself. He got up, showered and dressed before heading downstairs for breakfast. He paused in shock as he saw the wooden box on the counter with the collar sitting neatly inside. It wasn't a dream after all, but how had the collar got back in its box when he had left it upstairs? It hadn't been twelve hours. Maybe it returns there after being unworn for a while Jack wondered.
He made himself breakfast before scooping up the box and heading into college. He walked there, it wasn't far and he arrived with plenty of time before his first class. He sat on the grass and wondered who to try the collar on. He debated telling Abby, his best and only female friend, but she was away for the week on holiday with her boyfriend. He still hadn't decided on a target when he got to class.
The rest of the day went slowly, but Jack had decided who he wanted to test the collar on. For the first time since he started college, he looked forward to his Economics class which was his last class of the day. He made his way in and sat down, paying attention to Miss Jameson as she walked in the room. She started the class and Jack sat thinking of a way he could get her to wear the collar.
It was nearing the end of the class and Jack still couldn't think of a viable way to get her to wear it. His grandfather had said she had to put it on willingly so that made things harder. He had a vague idea, but he needed to be alone with her. Thankfully even the smallest infractions in her class would usually land someone in trouble. Jack stretched his arms up and wide as he yawned loudly. Miss Jameson glared at him.
"Am I boring you Mr. Stevens?" She asked staring at Jack.
"Sorry, just tired is all," Jack replied casually as if he didn't care. He could see her face seething with anger.
"Well after all the sleep you got in class yesterday I can only assume you struggled to sleep last night. Stay after class, we need to talk about your attitude," she snapped before continuing with her lecture. She finished up and everyone left the room quietly scared of upsetting Miss Jameson even when class was over. Jack watched them all leave and Miss Jameson shut the door before rounding on Jack.
"So do you think it's acceptable to fall asleep in my class and yawn loudly, not to mention the disrespect you showed me?" She asked Jack in a tone that suggested she did not want an answer.
"I'm sorry," Jack said as sincerely as he could muster.
"That's a start I suppose. You were such a good student last year and yet this year you seem to not care at all. I don't really care what the reason behind it is, but in my class you pay attention and learn. Got it?" She asked.
"I understand," Jack replied.
"Good now get out, I have work to do," Miss Jameson snipped gesturing to the door.
"Can I ask you one favour?" Jack asked causing her face to flair with annoyance.
"What is it?" She replied.
