It had been a week since Jack had received the magical collar from his grandfather and so far he had only used it on his teacher Miss Jameson. He had been waiting to see if there were any consequences to his actions, but it seemed he was in the clear. He had seen her most days at college and noticed that while she was still a bitch, she seemed kinder towards him than she had before.
He noticed she would look at him in class when she thought he was looking and would quickly look away when he looked towards her. He had been checking out her ass as she was bent over one day, enjoying remembering it naked, when he swore he had seen the outline of the base of the butt plug she had taken sitting between her cheeks and pressing out the material of her pants. She had stood back up too quickly for him to be sure, but he wondered if she had now taken to wearing it to work. As he sat in her class trying to suppress the erection he was now sporting thanks to his imagination he thought about tomorrow.
Today was Friday, which would make tomorrow Saturday, and he had invited Abby to his house in the morning. She was his only female friend and his best friend. She was pretty and had a good body, but thanks to her small breasts and weird personality she was as much an outcast as Jack was which was why they were such good friends. Despite her quirkiness, as she liked to call it, she had some how ended up in a relationship with a rather normal guy.
Jack had decided to tell her about the collar. Not only because it was killing him not being able to talk to anyone about it, but because he wanted her help on ideas of how to use it. So he got home, went to sleep early and waited for Abby to arrive the next morning which she did exactly on time. It was one of her quirks, always arriving on time and if she was ever early, she would wait outside until the exact minute she had agreed to be somewhere, even though Jack would have been happy to let her in earlier.
"Morning," she chirped cheerfully as she entered his house.
"Morning, want some coffee?" Jack asked redundantly. Abby rarely went without some form of caffeinated drink in her hand.
"Of course," she replied. He poured her a cup and handed it to her. She took a sip before staring at Jack. "So why the urgent meeting so early in the morning?"
Jack looked at her before answering. She had brown hair with matching brown eyes and intense stare that most people found unnerving, but Jack found endearing. Her make up was done flawlessly as always, her eyeliner in perfect wing tips. Jack knew she always did her make up to cover up the few acne scars she had which she hated, although unless she pointed them out, most people wouldn't be able to see them.
She had on her black denim jacket which was like a second skin, she always had it on. Usually with matching black jeans which today was no exception. Her style seemed a mix of goth meets librarian meets hipster. Jack always thought she could be one of the popular girls if she dressed the part but she wasn't interested. It was part of why he was best friends with her, she was genuine to a fault. He took a deep breath before telling her why had invited her over.
"I got a gift from my grandfather, a collar," he started.
"A collar? That's a weird gift from a family member," Abby interrupted with a chuckle.
"It's not just any collar, it's magical. It makes anyone who wears it my slave for twelve hours," Jack continued. Abby looked at him before bursting out laughing.
"Good one, what's next a pair of slippers that let me fly?" She asked sarcastically.
"I'm serious. Here look at it," he said handing her the collar. She took it and turned it over in her hands.
"Looks like a normal old collar to me, I have loads of similar ones at home," Abby replied dismissively.
"I swear to you I'm telling the truth," Jack pressed on.
"How does it work?" Abby asked humouring him.
"I pressed my thumb to the pendant and it bound it to me, then anyone who wears it after that automatically becomes my slave," he explained.
"What like this?" Abby asked as she pressed her thumb to the pendant. Just as before when Jack had done it the pendant glowed blue and the light wrapped around Abby's thumb.
"Wait-" Jack began but it was too late.
"Oh wow, neat trick," Abby exclaimed looking for a light or something hidden in the collar.
"It's not a trick, it's now bound to you," Jack explained.
"What so anyone that wears this now becomes my slave?" Abby asked.
"Yes but only if they put it in willingly and only for twelve hours," Jack reminded her.
"Put it on then," Abby grinned holding out the collar.
"Why would I do that?" Jack asked.
"To prove it works. I still don't believe you so put it in and prove it," Abby grinned.
"Why do I have to wear it? Why can't you, that'd prove it too," Jack argued.
"Because I know you and if I put it on you'd probably just make me some sex slave for twelve hours," Abby teased. Jack rolled his eyes in dismissal, although considering how he had treated Miss Jameson she wasn't far wrong. Not that he would do that to Abby though, even if he had always had a crush on her she was in a relationship and he respected that.
"Not happening," Jack replied shaking his head.
"Make you a deal, if you wear it and it works, you'll be my slave for today, but in exchange I'll wear it tomorrow for you," Abby offered. Jack paused at that proposal, it would be fun to have Abby under his control for the day and he wasn't too worried about what Abby would make him do.
"Alright deal, I'll put it on now and you come back tomorrow and then it's your turn," he smiled taking the collar from her. He had been wondering all week how Miss Jameson has felt under the control of the collar and was curious about experiencing it himself, not from any desire to be controlled, but just to see what it was like and he couldn't think of anyone else he would trust to be in control other than Abby.
He took the collar and wrapped it round his neck. He had to fiddle with the clasp for a minute to get it to close, but it snapped shut. Almost instantly he felt his mind change. He had an overwhelming desire to be submissive and serve Abby in any way she wanted. All his previous reservations went out of the window and he knew he would happily do anything she asked.
"So? Is it working?" Abby asked.
"Yes mistress. I can feel it," Jack replied and Abby's eyes went wide as she heard him say mistress.
"Very funny, how do I know it's working?" Abby asked.
"I think that's simple mistress, just command me to do something I wouldn't normally do," Jack answered.
"Ok first stop calling me mistress and second, let's see... Strip naked and run down the street and back," Abby grinned. She still didn't believe the collar really worked and wanted to see how far Jack would go to trick her, but she knew that he would never ever do that.
To her surprise Jack simply agreed and began undressing. She watched as he removed his t-shirt. She still thought he was bluffing and would stop before he got completely naked. He kicked off his shoes and undid his pants. This was it, Abby thought, he'll take off his pants and leave his boxers on, but won't go any further. To her shock Jack pulled his pants and boxers down and kicked them off, standing before Abby completely naked and unashamed he made his way to the front door.
"STOP!" Abby shouted and Jack froze. She couldn't believe it, he was actually going to do it, the collar really did work! And now he was stood in front of her completely uncaring she was seeing him naked. She stared at him with her mouth hanging open.
"Abby?" Jack asked. She shook her head before bursting out laughing.
"Oh this is amazing. It actually works. How does it work? Who made it? This is incredible," Abby burbled. Jack simply stood there, he was happy to wait as long as she wanted until she gave him something else to do.
"How does it feel?" Abby asked.
"It feels good, I just want to serve you however you like," Jack replied.
"Ok this is weird. At least act like normal Jack please," Abby commanded. Instantly Jack felt his mind return mostly back to normal. There was still a desire to serve Abby however she wanted, but he was also more aware of his own normal feelings and desires. He also was aware of the fact he was naked and dashed for his clothes, pulling his boxers and pants on quickly.
"Christ you're worse than me, put the collar on me and have me naked in less than a minute," Jack complained.
