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Mcstories Collar
This story includes Sex, bondage, fetish clothing
and Mind Control the usual disclaimers apply.
If you are under the age of 18, STOP READING THIS FILTH, it will
curve your spine.
If you are offended by these topics go to the Martha Stewart
website.
Any similarity to anyone alive or dead is purely
coincidental.
This work was inspired by the Story
‘Presents’ written by
Alphax and I thank him for his wonderful
story.
It was a Thursday when Jasmine rang the doorbell of
Patricia’s small but comfortable home. Jasmine was a beautiful woman,
obviously a mix of different cultures, her dark skin and long straight
black hair gave away her Hispanic decent, but she was tall with bright
round eyes and a full mouth, and her small but firm breasts, were to
die for. Even Pat, who was very pretty herself, was quite jealous of
Jasmine’s body.
“I think that I met Mr. Right, Pat!” Jasmine exclaimed with a
school girl giggle.
“Who is it this week?” Patricia replied with the usual disdain.
Pat loved Jasmine like a sister but Jasmine’s man jumping was starting
to get on Pat’s nerves.
“He is the picture of tall dark and handsome. He oozes
confidence, and he has got gobs of money, and he asked me out for
tomorrow night. I couldn’t believe it. I was sitting at the coffee
shop and he walked right up to me and told me that I had to go out
with him. It was amazing.”
“And dose this superman have a name?” Pat asked.
“Mr. Hawthorne, don’t you think that’s a little weird? I mean,
if he wanted you to go out on a date, don’t you think you should be on
a first name basis?”
“I don’t know. I kind of think its, erotic... and mysterious.
Besides, he had these clothes sent to my house, with a note asking me
to wear them tomorrow night.”
“No first name and dressing you in less than twenty-four hours.
This guy seems like a first class freak if you ask me. Aren’t there
any warning signals going off in you head?” Pat Asked.
Jasmine suddenly got very angry with Pat, “I think that you are
just jealous. You never did like the fact that the men who ask me out
are better than the ones that you go out with!”
“But, isn’t a little weird that...” Pat tried to say but was
quickly cut off by Jasmine.
“No, not another word, I won’t have you bad mouthing him.” She
got up and stormed out of Pat’s apartment.
Jasmine didn’t speak to Pat the next day, something
that never happened, Jasmine and Pat talked to each other every day.
This worried Pat on two serious levels. One, she didn’t want to lose
her best friend over something stupid like a man. And second, if this
guy was a big weirdo, could he have done something to Jasmine. Pat
tried to call Jasmine’s house but only got the Answering machine. She
figured that Jasmine must have gone out on the date with the
mysterious Mr. Hawthorne. Pat didn’t sleep very well that
night....
The next morning Pat was awoke by a pounding on her
front door. It was an excited sounding, yet vacant looking, Jasmine.
“Oh, Pat, I think I’m in love.” Jasmine said. “Mr. Hawthorne is the
most wonderful man in the world. He is so caring and so loving and,
in the sack, he is the best. " Pat was shocked that Jasmine would
sleep with a man on their first date but more peculiar was the way
Jasmine looked at her. Jasmine sounded and acted like she was happy,
but her eyes just seemed to stare into space. Like they were separate
from her body. And Jasmine was wearing a turtle neck sweater, which
was also quite strange, it being in the middle of summer. The sweater
also seemed to be concealing something, at first Pat thought that it
was a hickey or something but when Jasmine moved she saw that there
was something silver and shinny around her neck.
“What do you have around your neck?” Pat asked.
“What? ... Oh. . This. Mr. Hawthorne gave it to me. Isn’t it
beautiful.” Jasmine pulled down the collar of her sweater to reveal a
metal collar that was so tight to her neck that it looked as if it had
to be choking her. “He gave it to me with the clothes, yesterday. I
guess that I gust forgot to take it off. Well I guess that I have to
be going. Mr. Hawthorne is taking me out on a date tonight.”
With out saying good bye, Jasmine turned on her heals, (almost
roboticly Pat thought) and left. In Pat’s mind alarms were going off
all over the place. Still with the Mr. Hawthorne? Two dates in a row?
And what was up with that freaky collar? She made up her mind that she
would follow Jasmine and meet this Mr. Hawthorne for
herself.
Later that evening, Pat found herself sitting in her
car, in front of Jasmine’s home. At about 9:00 a black sedan pulled
up and a tall man got out. He went to the trunk of his car and pulled
out a large, shinny black box with a white ribbon wrapped around it.
When he went to the front door he knocked only once. Immediately, as
if someone was waiting next to it, the door opened. The man walked
in.
Thirty minutes later, no one came out. Patricia was
getting impatient. She got out of her car and, as stealthily as she
could, went to the back door. Using the key Jasmine gave her long
ago, Pat let herself in and tiptoed to the door to the front room.
Looking through a keyhole she saw Jasmine standing naked in front of
this man with her fingers laced behind her neck and her beautiful
breasts pushed out as far as they could go. She couldn’t see the Tall
Man’s face, but could clearly see that he was toying with her erect
nipples. Jasmine’s eyes were closed and she looked as if she were
about to orgasm, when he suddenly stopped. He moved away from Jasmine
and returned with the black package that he brought in. He set the
package on the floor and undid the bow.
From inside the package he pulled a black shinny mass, the way
it oozed over his had, reminded Pat of oil and taffy at the same time.
After fumbling with it for a bit he held it up for to Jasmine to see.
She shuddered when she saw that it was a pair of rubber hot pants.
The tall man bent down and told Jasmine to lift one leg. Jasmine was
shaking uncontrollably in anticipation now, as he slipped one foot
into the panty. Shaking violently, Jasmine almost lost her balance as
she put her other foot into the rubber. Jasmine began to moan as he
crept the panty up her legs.
Pat was beside herself, everything in her being said that
something was wrong here, that her friend was in terrible danger.
That she should bust in with a knife and pull Jasmine away from this
man. But, something kept her from doing it. What if she was wrong?
Jasmine would never forgive her for interrupting and intimate moment
that she looked like she was enjoying. And the scene itself was
getting Pat so very hot. The utter submission by Pat’s friend was
making her pussy wet with anticipation.
The slow dance up Jasmine’s legs continued. When the Tall man
got the tops of Jasmine’s thighs. He commanded her to spread her
legs. His back got in the way of Pat’s view as he fiddled with the
rubber pants. He stood up and pulled the waist up over hips, and
Jasmine screamed. Pat’s fear passed for a moment and she grabbed a
knife. She was about to push open the door when the Tall Man stepped
aside reveling that Jasmine was in the throws of an intense orgasm.
One hand was rubbing her clit through the slick rubber and the other
was viciously twisting her nipple. The Tall Man didn’t let her
finish, commanding her to put her hands at her sides. He reached back
into the box and pulled out a pair of high-healed boots. They looked
like they were made of the same material as the panty but had four
silver buckles up the front.
Jasmine had a very distant look, her eyes stared out into space
as the Tall Man told her to sit down. She complied without
hesitation. He slid the first boot up onto her foot. The black
rubber went all the way up her calf and stopped just below the knee.
He fed the buckles together, and after each one Patricia heard a
fizzing sound and saw a small blue streamer of smoke come from each
buckle. The process was then repeated on her opposite foot. The Tall
man ordered her to stand. Elbow length gloves were added, they had
similar buckles at the wrist and above the elbow. Patricia was in a
terror. What was she going to do, she was so frightened, that she
didn’t know what to do. She wanted to go in and ‘Save’ her friend,
but she wasn’t putting up much of a fight. Patricia was suddenly very
aware of how tired she was sitting in this squatting position, looking
at the keyhole. Her momentary loss of concentration caused her to
lose her balance. And before she could stop herself, Patricia fell
through the door.
The tall man turned and exclaimed “What the hell?” Pat
then saw that it wasn’t a man, but a very tall woman dressed as a man.
She smiled a wide evil grin and said, “I see you Pat.”
Pat couldn’t speak she was griped with fear. She looked up and
saw that Jasmine hadn’t even acknowledged that Pat was in the room.
Jasmine just stared off into space completely oblivious to her
surroundings. Pat jumped up and ran out the door. The Tall woman
yelling for her to stop, but Pat didn’t stop, not until she got to her
car. She could still hear the Tall woman calling to her as she
fumbled with her keys.
Back home, Pat couldn’t think. What was she going to do? Call
the cops, call Jasmine to see if she was O.K.? She didn’t know. She
paced all night, she couldn’t sleep, she wanted to help her friend but
she didn’t know how.
By eight o’clock the sun was shining and Pat was exhausted when
she heard a knock on the door. It was Jasmine. Still uncertain of
what Jasmine was doing, Pat went to the door and looked through the
eyepiece in her door. Jasmine was dressed very strangely for such a
warm spring day. She had on a full turtleneck sweater a full length
dress that hung to the ground and white gloves that went over her
hands, and her hair was pulled back into a strict pony tail. The
ponytail really confused pat. Jasmine never wore her hair up. She
hated it that way. “What do you want?” Pat called to Jasmine
“Just let me in, Pat. I have something for you.” Jasmine said
in a husky monotone voice.
“It’s a present. Mr. Hawthorne wants you to have it as a peace
offering. He feels bad because he thinks that he has come between our
friendship. He would really like to be your friend too.”
“Don’t you mean Miss Hawthorne Jas.” Pat said sarcastically, "
Your, he is a woman.”
“Look, Pat, I don’t know what the problem is but I can see that
you are upset. I come back later and we can talk, I’ll just leave the
present on the steps and you can come get it when I leave.”
Through the eyepiece of her door, Pat saw Jasmine put the
package down and walk away. Pat could have sworn that her she looked a
lot thinner more curvaceous, even with all those clothes on.
When Pat saw that Jasmine had driven off, she opened the door
and looked at the present Jasmine had left for her. It was a small
box wrapped in black paper and decorated with a white bow and sash.
Pat took the present in and opened it. When she took the top of she
was struck by a powerful perfume, one that she had never smelled
before, but one she would certainly like to have, it was so powerfully
erotic. From inside the black tissue paper Pat pulled a silver collar
exactly the same as the one Jasmine had been wearing last night. It
was lined with a shiny black rubber that was so soft and smooth that
it didn’t feel like any material she had ever felt before. The lock
on the back seemed very strong. She pushed the two ends together and
heard an audible click as the collar snapped shut. She found a button
in the middle of the lock and when she pushed it the lock sprung and
the collar opened wide almost inviting her to put her neck into it’s
solid grip. As Pat examined the collar she couldn’t help but feel how
erotic it was, but at the same time she was repulsed by it. When she
saw the ring set in the front of it she couldn’t help but see he think
of a person being lead around on a leash like a dog. The whole image
was just too powerful for her and the pheromone perfume that lined the
box and the collar was battering her senses and breaking down her
resistance. She was becoming aroused and that she felt she had to do
something to relieve the tension.
With out thinking to put it down, Pat took the collar to her
bedroom. She dropped it nonchalantly on the bed and began undressing.
From in her drawer she pulled her little pocket rocket and began to
pleasure herself. The scents in the air, the powerful images floating
through her mind were too much for Pat. She began pumping the vibrator
in and out of her seeping cunt and pinching her nipples, and exploded
into orgasm.
Covered in sweat she looked down and saw the collar sitting at
the corner of her bed. Begging her to try it out. Her mind was
telling her not to touch it, to wrap it back up and throw it out. But
the eroticism of the thing was just too much for her to handle. She
began rationalizing to herself.
“I’ll just try it on then give it back.”
“I’ll just try it on,” She said to herself.
Slowly she put the collar up to her neck touching her throat to
the front and began to push the clasps together.
“CLICK!” The lock snapped shut more loudly than before, and the
instant that it closed, Pat knew she made a mistake. She tried to
push the button to open it up but the lock became too hot to touch as
he heard a faint whir and smelt a little smoke. She pulled and at the
collar fiercely cursing herself for putting the damn thing on. Then
the obedience collar began to push images into her mind. Erotic
images, of Pat and Jasmine on their knees before a faceless woman.
She saw Jasmine reach out to her and caress her breast, moving to
embrace Pat. Pat tried to shut the images out, tried to close her
eyes, so not to see. But the show continued, forcing Pat to see
herself and her best friend in a long passionate kiss. Pat rubbed her
legs together as she became more and more wet. She lost control of
her hands, one moved down between her legs the pulled violently at her
breast. She couldn’t help herself as she began to cum, the vision was
to intense.
Pat passed out on the floor. It wasn’t a restful sleep either
as the obedience collar attempted to reprogram Pat’s mind. She saw
visions of rubber-clad women in cat suits and French maid uniforms.
Each so horrible to Pat and yet these women, stuffed into these second
skins, were undeniably erotic. Pat would have felt this even before
the collar.
Then a terrifying image came into view. She saw a woman
completely incased head to toe in a black rubber body suit, even her
face was covered by a rubber hood. There were cutouts for her
breasts, eyes, and mouth and for a ponytail in the back. This woman’s
hair was red and Pat knew that this was an image of her. Pat saw
herself standing like a robotic soldier at attention, her eyes
starring blankly off into space. She heard a familiar voice say
“Number 15, come here and lick.” The Robot Pat moved and saw another
woman dressed like she was. The only thing different was that this
woman was suspended upside down with her legs spread wide. Pat
couldn’t control her movements she went to this unfortunate woman and
stood with her breasts touching her belly. From behind her, Pat her
the command again.
“Be nice to your friend and give her a good lick.”
Pat unconsciously bent her head and began to lick the
rubber-covered crotch in front of her, and as her tongue touched the
rubber another touched hers. Suddenly Pat realized that the woman she
was pleasuring was Jasmine...
Pat woke up to a nock on the door. She lay in naked in
a pool of her own sweat with the obedience collar still around her
neck, still arousing her. She wanted to ignore the nock and jam her
fingers into her pussy. Uncertain, Pat got out of bed and a funny
thing happened. Her arousal grew. The closer she went to the door,
the more aroused she became. The obedience collar promised her a New
World of pleasurable thrills. She strained to control herself enough
to get a bathrobe before she left the bedroom. Just the slightest
movement away from the front door made the need to go there that much
worse.
Pat ran the front door. But paused just before she opened it.
The conflict in her mind was terrible. The need between her legs was
so instant, promising her relief if she just opened the door. But her
mind screamed for her to run, get a way, go and find a blowtorch to
cut this collar off. Pat realized that as her mind was arguing the
pros and cons of opening the door. Her body had acted involuntarily.
One had slipped between the folds of her robe and had begun rubbing
herself the other had already griped he doorknob and, before she could
do anything to stop it, twisted the door open.
Jasmine was standing at the door as if she had been waiting for
it to open. “Our Mistress has given us these presents that we might
become her devoted servants,” she recited like a child in an
elementary school play. “We should be thankful for all her
gifts.”
In her hands she held two packages similar to the ones Pat saw
the Tall Woman carry into Jas’ house the other night. A small one on
top of a larger, both shiny black and trimmed with a white satin bow.
Jasmine started to walk towards Pat extending the gifts to her friend.
Pat looked in horror at her friend. She moved like a cat swaying her
hips seductively like a streetwalker, but her eyes were empty, like
she wasn’t even there. Pat backed away in disbelief. She tripped
over her robe and fell to the floor still backing away from Jasmine on
her elbows. Jasmine looked down at her friend almost puzzled.
“I see that you have not been fully instructed in our Mistresses
love,” she smiled as if some mindless religious zealot. “I will show
you another example of her love.” Jasmine lifted the bulky sweater to
reveal a strange rubber shirt. It was similar to a skin tight T-shirt
except it had no sleeves, and just below her breasts it became
thicker, like a corset with visible boning only there was no
separation between the halter and the corset. It had two cutouts so
that her luscious breasts shown out. Pat was again assaulted by the
strange pheromone perfume, which relentlessly tried to break down
Pat’s resistance.
Holding out her arms as if to embrace Pat, Jasmine said, “My
essence has been transformed into my Mistresses love for you.” As she
walked towards Pat a white milky substance began to dribble from
Jasmine’s breasts. “Come partake of her gifts.”
Pat’s battered will was no match for the sensations assaulting
her. The obedience collar promising the most succulent elixir flowed
from her best friend’s nipples, the perfume making her cunt seethe
with anticipation, and her beautiful friend lovingly asking her to
suckle from her like an infant. With a sigh of relief Pat gave into
her body. She leapt up, ran to Jasmine and latched on to one of her
magnificent breasts.
It was glorious, like liquid sunshine. Pat had an orgasm the
moment her tongue touched Jasmine’s nipple. Sensations like never
before enveloped Pat as her old personality melted away. The
obedience collar with the help of Jasmine’s milk transformed Pat into
a coy little submissive as well as a devout follower in the church
that was their Mistress. She began to think of herself no longer as
Patrica but as Pleasure Slave 15. She would serve her new Mistress,
and it would bring her the ultimate satisfaction and pleasure to do
so. Slave 15 had an orgasm at the thought of groveling at her
Mistress’ feet.
Jasmine, now thought of herself as Pleasure Slave 14, pulled the
former Pat fro
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