my Locked Collar

N S F W If you are under 18 years of age; Please find a more appropriate site until you are mature enough to visit me. Most of the pictures are from tumblr. Disclaimer: all images, unless otherwise noted, were taken from the internet and are assumed to be in the public domain. In the event that one is not , please let me know and i will remove it. i am a Gypsy and a submissive, i may be short in stature but i am full on curves and brains. i can often be found playing in Second Life. {SL: TrixieRabbit2} Please feel free to meet me there or to send me a message here. It has become obvious to me that i have developed an obsesion to wearing a collar. This has grown stronger over time until now i can't stand to not have something around my neck. It can be leather or lace satin or steel. i ... i just feel ....i don't know uncomfortable, edgy, insecure without a collor. i used to think that maybe this was just a development of my submissive nature. Somet psycological development over time where i have associated a Bondage collar with pleasure. But i am beginning to think there is something more than that happening. Like i have been hypnotized or something, because if i wear a collar that can be locked everything is normal Until the lock is secured. Then i begin to feel different....weaker...aroused ....wanting to please. OK ..yes ..utterly submissive. Not just my normal but totally focused on pleasing and thoroughly wet because of it. Now that can't be just a natural development. Can it? i mean sure i always found those sort of hypnotized damsel stories hot, but really? And i'd know i was being hypnotized right? Any way this blog is dedicated to this topic feel free to submit your thoughts.

[seventimesunder]

she doesn't want to let go...

[travelingmaster-inspirations]

A feeling I'm making sure her subconscious remembers.

Especially considering her high suggestibility and... Ahem... Natural assets.

Sure, the pleasure I'm giving her now is wonderful entertainment, but it also serves a secondary function by linking the act of being hypnotized with pleasure. That, combined with a few whispered suggestions, will make her subconsciously crave to experience it all over again.

If the crowd thinks she was easy to hypnotize before, they'd get a kick out of seeing her drop in my private dressing room later tonight when she'll find herself knocking on my door without really knowing why...

[sillymeganthebimbodollmaid]

ffuck....i wanna go to a hypnosis show....

[mindchangetheseventh]

"That stupid hypnotist."

She is already getting angry at him again.

Mostly out of two reasons.

First, he really did a number on her, so her anger is understandable.

Second, it was one of the only things she still could control herself.

She found out very quickly after that hypnosis show she visited that she got more than she could handle.

Or not handle in a way.

One could say it is partly her own fault for cussing at the hypnotist right before the show and forgetting that when going up on stage.

But she didnt think about that anymore when her hand went up after she watched the crystal for so long and he needed volunteers.

And here she is now.

At home, rubbing, masturbating, edging like crazy.

"That stupid hypnotist!"

And why was she edging like that?

Because he stole her power to orgasm.

He stole it from her and gave it to her cunt.

And now she had to beg her own cunt if she wanted to cum.

That was so humiliating.

Asking your own body part if you are allowed to cum.

Only to be answered with another edge that heightens the arousal even more.

But that wasnt even the worst part she found out.

She could only have one edge and then she had to change something.

Either the way she edges, with what she edges, how she edges.

If she doesnt, she doesnt reach another edge.

But she was so needy.

"That stupid sexy hypnotist."

Right now all she felt was pleasure.

Moans about how stupid her hypnotist is are mixed in with moans of pleasure and need.

As she is thrusting her toy into her.

She already had the edge long ago.

But her mind is too far gone.

She still feels pleasure from it.

She only doesnt reach the edge.

As she is mindlessly pushing her toy in and out, bathing in the pleasure.

Sinking deeper.

Not knowing if she will ever get rid of her new curse.

[fishalivecaps2]

As soon as she opened the door and saw the familiar sight dangling in front of her eyes, it all came rushing back.

The mesmerism show.

Her friends pushing her up on stage when he asked for volunteers.

The swinging watch and the deepening trance.

A whispered command, unheard by the applauding audience.

Making excuses to stay behind, happily lying to her friends.

Knocking on his dressing room door.

A night of programming and passion.

The orders buried in her mind for future use.​

"Welcome to my home, Master," she said as he tucked the watch away. "I have kept myself available, as you commanded. Please, come in."

[fishalivecaps2]

As soon as she opened the door and saw the familiar sight dangling in front of her eyes, it all came rushing back.

The mesmerism show.

Her friends pushing her up on stage when he asked for volunteers.

The swinging watch and the deepening trance.

A whispered command, unheard by the applauding audience.

Making excuses to stay behind, happily lying to her friends.

Knocking on his dressing room door.

A night of programming and passion.

The orders buried in her mind for future use.​

"Welcome to my home, Master," she said as he tucked the watch away. "I have kept myself available, as you commanded. Please, come in."

[jukeboxemcsa]

Jessie Comes to Heel

Jessie felt the collar before she saw it. The cool metal pressed against the sensitive skin of her throat from behind, wrapping around her neck just loosely enough to keep her from feeling strangled, and it snapped shut with a click that implied a lock as well as a latch. Jessie didn't even have time to process the first stab of panic and confusion before a woman stepped in front of her holding a leash clipped to a ring on the front of the collar--Jessie thought she recognized her from the campus directory, Professor Parkinson or Parkington or something--and asked, "Do you know what this is, slut?"

And obviously there was so much Jessie wanted to say. She wanted to tell this weirdo in black leather and platform heels that raised her height a full nineteen inches over Jessie's head that just because she was a blonde in a crop top and short shorts it didn't make her a slut, and she wanted to tell her that she had no business doing some weird BDSM thing to students, and she wanted to pointedly remind the professor that this was a public place and she could get fired for treating a student the way she was treating Jessie. But somehow all those defiant thoughts seemed to drain away into meek, simpering submission as she stared up into the older woman's deep brown eyes, and she found herself unable to say anything more than, "Y-yes ma'am. It's a leash and collar, ma'am."

The professor smirked. "And if you're leashed and collared, you must be a pet, mustn't you?" It seemed like a patently absurd assertion on the face of it, one that should have made Jessie bristle in defiance and pull free from the other woman's grip, but… but there was a scattering of other students around the quad, and none of them looked at her like she was the one in the right here. They all watched with a dispassionate interest tinged with the slightest hint of arousal, like they were all just waiting for the moment when Professor Parks tugged on the leash and put this dumb bitch in her place, and it sapped the strength and energy from Jessie's resistance so swiftly and completely that she couldn't even speak. She just nodded deferentially, and something seemed to click into place inside her mind the same way the collar clicked shut around her throat.

The older woman said, "Pets don't wear clothes, sweetie," and whatever part of Jessie still remained free and clear inside her head was kind of amazed by how quickly she stripped out of her clothing. It was like the initial struggle to refuse her new role was the most important one, and now that she'd lost that battle she couldn't refuse all the logical corollaries that came along with being a leashed and collared animal instead of a human being. Her short shorts, her panties and her bra all came off, and when the professor noticed Jessie's dilemma in getting the crop top past the leash around her neck she simply yanked the shirt so hard it tore, allowing Jessie to slide it down past her waist instead. Within moments, she was totally naked.

Then the older woman tugged on the leash, driving Jessie down to the grass, and accompanied the physical command with a lovingly snarled, "Down, girl." Jessie got on all fours, her thoughts already fading into stupefied surrender as she accepted her place, and she crawled obediently away from the quad and her old life at the heels of her new owner. And the most embarrassing thing about it all was that everyone behind her could see how wet she was.

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[ttymg]

[cuffs-247]

Source: BoundLife

[masterfulmichael]

For the court of the king of Spain

[mylockedcollar]

Even this ridiculous collar would suppress my will and amp up my lust if it was secured in place so I couldn't remove it.

[sleepyandobedient]

Me when people start using the Link on my Page lol

[scifiscribbler]

Marisol Yotta

[siriusar-deactivated20150225]

[kajkelli-deactivated20180901]

you can fool some of your friends some of the time, but not if they’ve read john norman.  Score: 8

[subcaptivated]

Vix and I can spot a kajira a mile away.

[anniekinxy]

Dm for real-time ownership..

[submarta]

sm

[manfromwood]

[manfromwood]

[jukeboxemcsa]

Kitty Finds a Collar

It was always the collar that made Kitty weak. Doug had a habit of surprising her with it, putting it in unexpected places so she caught sight of it at the bottom of her handbag or resting on a side table and found herself wondering how it got there. And once her attention was fixated on it so suddenly and intently, Kitty always wound up just a tiny bit more vulnerable than she should have been to that subtle, insistent impulse to pick it up and put it on and see how it felt around her neck. And before she knew it, she was doing exactly that.

She felt the scattered recollections flooding back in as the pink leather gently caressed her pale throat each time, but by then it was far too late--the knowledge that her mind and her memories had been messed with always hit at the same time as the suggestion that slowly, inexorably stupefied her obedient brain, so Kitty's eyes went glassy and vacant and her tongue began to loll out of her mouth just as she realized that the collar always carried with it a potent hypnotic anchor that made her dumb and weak and horny. Every time she wore it, her ability to resist Doug's mesmerizing influence dropped to a new low, just like her IQ, just like her inhibitions. That was usually when the clothing started coming off, but by then Kitty was already getting too fuzzy to pay attention to the details.

She fought it, naturally--every single time, she struggled to uncross her eyes and reel her outstretched tongue back into her mouth before she started drooling all over her tits. But each wave of resistance was weaker and more useless than the last, and Kitty always realized too late that they were just more of Doug's programming unpacking itself in her brain. Every effort to surface from trance simply fractionated her deeper when she finally failed, and the deeper she got the less she thought and the less she thought the better she felt and before Kitty knew it her fingers were ceaselessly rubbing her smooth, slick cunt at the notion of being so effortlessly brainwashed by her Master. Failure felt so good to Kitty. She only ever wanted to fight so she could experience the pleasure of defeat all over again.

Doug was never very far away during these moments, even though Kitty didn't usually realize he was watching until after the collar took away her ability to care, but he didn't involve himself until Kitty's brain had fully dissolved into a sticky pink sludge and the drool trickled from the tip of her outstretched tongue in vacuous, thoughtless idiocy. That was when he came up behind her and began to play with her naked body, caressing her saliva-slick tits and whispering in her ears and reinforcing all the suggestions that made her so weak and malleable every time she put the collar on for him. It was when he touched her that Kitty's first climax hit, and they didn't stop until she was wrung out with ecstasy and limp as a dishrag.

Kitty always wound up slumped in his arms, moaning and whimpering as he rewarded her with pleasure for her own susceptibility to suggestions, and they both knew that by the time he was done she was going to be that much more helpless to resist him. And the deepest part of Kitty's brain, the part that always held her memories safe and secure from her waking mind's most determined efforts to remember, was always so happy with the results of that arrangement that it came away more enthusiastic than ever about tricking her into putting on the collar again.

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[conpreciv]

[moonbeamtriesthings]

It started off at a party...

You first saw her when you noticed someone pointing towards you, talking to her.

She was pretty, someone who no doubt was invited to a lot of these parties, especially compared to you, someone who was surprised to even get an invite to this one.

She approached you, a warm smile on her face and a greeting on her lips.

"Hi! Elle over there told me that you know this area really well and I'm ummm, feeling really hungry and there isn't any like, proper food here you know? Could you...maybe show me a place to get takeout or something?"

She sounded a bit nervous, but confident, in that paradoxical way. She knew what she wanted, how to get it but...was a tad nervous about something else? You weren't sure what. She wasn't wrong though, this was your neighbourhood, the place you grew up in. You knew it like the back of your hand.

You agreed to show her a place, somewhere that did a variety of food so that she had options. A smile brightened her face and she shouldered her bag properly, ready to go at that moment.

You put your drink down (you had barely drunk any of it anyway) and lead her outside.

The night was brisk, a tad cold, but nothing a good hoodie wouldn't solve. She had a jacket on, and was fiddling with something.

You had been in the middle of general small talk with her when she pulls out her phone.

"Hey....so, this is kinda embarrassing but well...I make music and I was wondering if you could give my latest track a listen? I just want to get some feedback from someone that doesn't usually listen to it you know?"

She hadn't struck you for an artist, but you guess you should never judge a book by it's cover. You agreed to listen and accepted the wireless earphones she gave you. The track started and it was some sort of electronic music. You don't listen to music of this genre but you didn't hate it so you kept listening so that you could at least give some honest feedback.

There was something underneath the melody...lyrics maybe? You couldn't quite make them out..hm. You asked her and her lips quirked upwards.

"Oh! Yeah they're not supposed to be properly audible! It's part of the genre!"

Huh...well, whatever. You kept listening, walking down the street with her towards the takeout place.

"Hey...let's head back to my hotel room first." She said, looking over to you, that smile still around her lips. Wow. She was really pretty...

You agreed to head to her hotel, no harm in it...you didn't really know why but... it didn't really matter why if that's what she wanted.

Huh? What...?

You both reach her hotel room, her music still playing in your ears (it had been going for a long while actually...you were beginning to like it...) and she closes and locks the door behind you.

"Kneel." She commands and you are hit with a wave of confusion. What the-?

You're kneeling though.

What? Why are you kneeling? What's....what's going on?

"Good Pet!" She lets out a giggle and brushes a hand over your head as your mind spins, trying to figure out what's going on.

"I bet you're confused right now, but that's okay! You don't need to worry about any of that." You were confused and...what...what were you thinking about? You distinctly remember worrying about.....something...

The music continues in your ears.

You decide to forget about what you were worrying about.... if you can't even remember what it was then clearly it wasn't important.

What was important, however, was the woman in front of you, and her words... right?

"It's alright cutie, I'll take care of you from now on. Okay?" She smirks at you, a hand on your cheek, holding you softly. It's such a wonderful touch. She has such a wonderful voice. She's gonna take care of you? Wow...how kind and generous of her...

You nod.

"Good Pet! I know that nobody will mind if you're away for one night so... why don't you get into bed, sleep the night away with my music in your ears and when you wake up...well, we can see just how obedient you are..." She smiled at you..

You nod.

You slowly get up off your knees, climbing into the large hotel bed, curling up, thoughts a mess as the music keeps playing in your ears and your head and your mind over and over and over and over and over....

You're obedient. You'll show her just how obedient you are. You're a good pet. You don't need to worry about anything else....

Sweet Dreams~ ×