Abbie knew what would happen if she put on the collar. She'd worn it many times in this room, feeling the firm embrace of the supple black leather on her throat and going fuzzy with hypnotically-induced confusion, and long experience taught her that once she clasped it into place her stupefied mind wouldn't be able to resist Jeff's suggestions. She'd wind up dumb, horny and gullible, consumed by a puppyish desire to please and a warm, wet throb between her thighs that would make her inescapably his until he decided to free her. That state of subjugation was as inevitable as the sunrise once she put on the collar for him. And yetā¦.
And yet she couldn't stop staring at it. The collar formed its own kind of fixation induction, with Jeff's words fading steadily into the background and becoming little more than soothing noise in her ears while Abbie nodded at every pause in the conversation and stared at the curled black leather strap sitting at the foot of the bed. For all she knew he was hypnotizing her right now, infiltrating her mind with a subtle spell that made her crave domination, but Abbie didn't think so. He didn't have to. He could just wait patiently, making small talk and whiling away the amiable minutes until Abbie broke herself into meek, simpering obedience to his will.
Because that was the worst part about it all, or at least that was the worst part to the little sliver of dignity remaining to Abbie after so many months of letting herself into Jeff's apartment and finding him in the bedroom at the end of the hall. Jeff never did anything to compel her, never left anything lingering inside her brain except for the memory of just how good it felt to be dumb and horny and weak and wet, and he'd made it clear from the very beginning that every suggestion she accepted started when she put the collar on and ended the second she took the collar off. So when she showed up just as he was getting off work, her pussy drooling and her gaze already fixating on the studded leather, Abbie couldn't pretend it was against her will.
When she reached out and began to caress the little metal studs set into the supple leather, each one reflecting her own fascinated stare, Abbie had to accept that the meek and helpless girl she saw looking back at her was the same woman she saw in the mirror every day. When she found herself picking the collar up, holding it n her hands and feeling the irresistible weight of the submission it offered, Abbie had to admit to herself that deep down, she craved the joyful simplicity of being stupefied by hypnosis until her whole world was just the desire to please and the ease of satisfying it. Jeff only needed her mouth, ass and cunt to be happy, and that was such a wonderfully achievable goal when she was deep in trance for him.
Eventually she offered it to him, as they both knew she would. Abbie's chin was slick with drool by then, so captivated by the promise of submission that she didn't even notice her jaw slackening or her eyes glazing over, and even though she wasn't hypnotized in any formal sense she was already so lost in anticipation that she might as well have been. Abbie was ready to dropā¦ and when the collar clasped around her throat, the last bit of light went out behind her eyes and she became a perfect toy for her Master.
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