Naked Woman Collared

[IsabellaRose]

Your fingers brush against the collar, its surface cold as death and heavy with promise. Your pulse quickens as you consider your options. You can feel the demon's eyes on you, his presence pressing down like an iron weight, and you know that this choice is more than it appears. He wants you to submit, to bow, to give yourself over completely, and in this world, with him towering over you and fear gripping your heart, you see no alternative. You place the collar around your neck and fasten it with a loud click.

The moment the collar locks into place, a frigid chill spreads across your skin making goosebumps rise. It’s as if icy fingers are gripping your throat, tightening with an unyielding force that makes it difficult to breathe. The chill snakes downward, seeping into your chest, your nipples hardening, and you feel your body go rigid beneath its touch. You try to lift your head, but the collar becomes impossibly heavy, pressing down on your shoulders as if it weighs a thousand pounds. The weight pushes you down, forcing you onto your hands and knees, bowing even deeper in submission.

A sudden, burning pain erupts beneath the collar. It feels as if the runes engraved on its surface are burning into your flesh, searing into your skin with a pain so intense that it claws at the edges of your consciousness. But the agony never quite allows you the mercy of blacking out. You’re forced to endure it, feeling the heat pulse against your skin, branding you.

Just as the pain begins to ebb, a cold, suffocating void swallows your thoughts and a whispering presence fills the void in your mind. It feels cold and heavy, an alien influence that presses against your consciousness like a shadow. This presence coils around your thoughts, and you feel it slowly invading your thoughts, telling you that the one thing you want to do above all else is serve your new master. You try to resist, to push the presence away, but each attempt is met with an agonizing pressure behind your eyes. It feels like invisible claws are digging into your mind, and the pain is unbearable.

A compulsion takes hold of you, a mindless desire to obey that overrides every instinct. You feel an addiction to servitude, a need to follow orders as if it’s the only thing that matters. The compulsion is overwhelming, all-consuming. It wraps around you like a shroud, trying to crush any trace of defiance. But your fear remains strong even as hope fades into cold emptiness. 

You know that the collar’s influence will compel you to act according to the demon’s wishes. You struggle to fight it, to reclaim control, but the moment you resist, an excruciating pain lashes through your body, a sensation like searing heat, like thousands of needles pressing into your brain. The pain is crippling, a simple message that you cannot disobey.

Desperate, you reach up to touch the collar, to try and remove it, but your fingers are met with a paralyzing shock. The pain is electric, locking your muscles in place, leaving you unable to move for several moments. The collar cannot be removed. Not by you. Not by any force under your control.

As the collar’s influence settles over you, you realize with growing dread that you are a thrall, utterly subservient to the demon’s will. You will obey any command without question, because something in your mind is telling you that you want to obey, but also because you know that resistance will cause pain. You are no longer free. You are a slave, a vessel of obedience until the collar is removed or the demon’s power is somehow broken.

"Very good," the demon says, and his compliment makes you happy. You want to please him. "Nothing will harm you unless you fail me or displease me." 

He commands you to stand, and you do, pushing up first to your knees and then to your feet.

He walks a slow circle around you and you feel his apprising gaze like a razor's caress. His clawed fingers trace the curve of your ass, cup one breast, and lift your chin until you are forced to look up into those wonderful, terrible eyes. 

"Yes, you will do nicely," he says, and steps back. "I will give you your choice of three tasks to prove your worthiness. Fail me, and you will know my displeasure. Pass, and you will be accepted as my servant.

"You may act as a host for a disembodied soul for one day, rewarding one who served me well by letting them experience life again through your senses; to feel, even pain, is a reward for those who feel nothing. You may give yourself to some of my favored minions as a reward for their service; mortal flesh is coveted by many. Or, if you think yourself capable," his grin is evil and says that you are not, "you may try to pleasure me, but I warn you... I am a demanding and unforgiving lover, and my pleasure has meant death to many mere mortals."

• If you decide to act as a host for a disembodied soul for a day and let them live again in your body, click here.
• If you decide to give yourself to his minions as a reward for their service, click here.
• If you think you are capable of satisfying him sexually and decide to try that, click here.