Neural Reprogramming Collars

This story is written to be a hypnotic induction for the reader, to make you feel what it's like to put on a collar that makes you automatically obey all commands whilst slowly erasing your mind.

This warning allows you to consensually experience said hypnosis, however the girls in my story do not consent to Jess. This is rape, using mind control technology.

Neural Reprogramming Collars

"What the fuck is happening to me?!" Francine screamed out in her thoughts as her body obeyed obediently. "Why can't I control myself?"

Desperately, she wanted to run, to leave and never look back, but it felt like her legs were locked in place. No matter what she tried to do, her body just obeyed it's last command:: Stand and seductively strip off all your clothing.

Francine was struggling in vain against her orders. Her helpless brain sent yet another signal down to her leg muscles, urgently compelling them to run. The silver collar around her neck vibrated in response. It filled her hazy head with blank and dreamy thoughts again. Her mind emptied out before her legs could move an inch. Then she obediently slid her skirt down to the ground.

She was powerless against it. And to make matters worse, it felt so unbelievably arousing to just go along with the pull and abandon all resistance, like the incredible blissful submissive feeling of an overwhelmed and feeble mind filled up with the joy of how good it feels to unthinkingly obey. Francine gave in to that pleasure as she stripped like a bimbo slut, and was practically naked by the time her mind woke up.

Then she remember her predicament all over again.

"Please take this thing off my neck," Francine begged, as she absentmindedly reached behind her back to unclamp her bra. "I do not cons-"

"How about you shut your mouth," Jess interrupted and Francine obeyed. "You can fantasize about sucking my cock instead. In fact, new command:: Get down on your knees and stick out that naughty little tongue of yours."

The bimbo slut could not resist the overwhelming compulsion to kneel down. It felt too good to just obediently sink, all the way down to the ground and obey. The moment that her knees touched down on the carpet, her eager bimbo lips automatically opened up. Her tongue slipped out, drooling a little in anticipation of his passionate throbbing manhood. Another wave of pleasure and arousal overwhelmed her blank and empty mind.

Jess looked down upon his brand new bimbo suckdoll, marveling at the way that her nipples stiffened when she obeyed. She looked up at him needily, her brown eyes practically begging for a taste of his big hard cock.

This busty babe had bright red hair, which stopped just shy of her big bimbo boobies. The only thing that she wore was a hazy smile upon her freckled face, and of course the shimmering silver collar around her neck.

Jess had custom ordered that collar several weeks ago, from a place called The Mistress Institute. The website had claimed that the collar was filled with high tech nanobots, designed to infect the wearer's brain and rewire their neurons in whatever ways you desire.

"Call to custom order yours today (420) 696-9666"

It seemed like a fantasy, or perhaps some kind of prank, like some kid was going to pick up the phone and laugh at him for being gullible enough to even believe that a mind control collar actually exists.

But then again, the world was changing and Jess knew it. Many strange and fascinating technologies emerged when the alien city crashed down from the sky.

The government tried to cover it up of course. They tried to pretend that Metro had always been there, just a few hundred miles south of Flagstaff Arizona. I know there was nothing but a vast and empty unlivable dessert there, that is, until Metro city fell down from the sky.

In the age of disinformation, they just changed the history books. Do they really expect us to believe that humans not only built a city in that barren wasteland, but that it had been the state capitol for over 100 years? Ridiculous, the lengths they go to hide the truth.

But they couldn't stop black market sales of alien technology. Things got out to people who could afford it, such as the kludde serum which enhanced Jess' muscles and reclaimed his youth. So maybe just maybe, a neural reprogramming nanobot could really be real. It was at least worth making the call.

A woman answered, in a sensual voice, like a lover trying to seduce your mind whilst somehow sounding efficient and professional all at once. She introduced herself as Mistress Chatty Kathy, then asked Jess a series of questions about his needs and desires for this collar. She listened for a while, expertly steering the conversation by answering his questions with suggestions. When he finished telling her everything, she summed up his request.

"This is what will happen to whomever wears your collars: From the moment it locks around their neck, they will start to crave cock and cum. Their body will automatically obey all spoken commands. In a manner of days their brain will dumb down. The nanotech will drain their intelligence away until all that remains of their mind is an obedient bimbo cocksleeve who craves to pleasure and obey. That's what you want, right?"

Mistress Chatty Kathy then assured Jess that he wouldn't have to pay a dime, that is, not until the day that he collared an obedient bimbo fucktoy.

"We'll know when you use the collar." The Mistress warned. "Your first monthly payment is due within 24 hours of collaring. If you miss two payments we are legally allowed and in fact contractually obligated to repossess the collars, along with every single bimbo that's been brainwashed by our technology. We must reclaim the nanobots from their brains. You understand. Though I'm certain that won't be a problem for you Sir."

They made him sign a consent form, stating that he understood the product and the terms. It even had a little warning at the bottom: "Do not put this collar around your neck. It will reprogram your mind as well. You will not be able to remove it on your own."

It had all seemed too good to be true at the time. Now it seemed to be working quite well indeed.

The dominant bitch whom Jess had once known, was already beginning to transform into a submissive cock craving bimbo slut. Just a few minutes ago he tricked her, with a simple request to try the collar on.

"Give me just a minute to show you how good I can make it feel. If you don't like it, I'll put it on my neck instead and do whatever you ask for the rest of the night."

He knew that she wouldn't back down from the challenge. She hadn't had a clue what the collar really was. Now she was stripping and drooling for his cock, completely controlled to obey every command.

"Good bimbo," He praised his new fucktoy for obediently kneeling down like a cock craving slut.

He slowly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans, and dropped them down to the floor.

Francine was screaming out in her mind as she watched, desperately trying to resist, but it felt like the collar had complete control over her body and mind. Her drowsy eyes were inescapably drawn to his erection and her hazy bimbo cockslut mind was filled with unrelenting fantasies, of sucking cock and swallowing loads of cum.

"No! That's not right," she realized, as she consciously curled and uncurled all of her toes. "I just have to obey his every command, like if he commands me to suck his cock. Oh fuck, that's so hot. But I still have a little control over myself so long I never disobey. I just need to suck his cock so good that he doesn't notice me reaching up to unclip this accursed thing. Oh damn, it's big. Why do I need it inside my mouth so badly?"

"Suck my cock," Jess commanded.

Then he moaned as Francine's soft lips slowly caressed the tip. Soon she was eagerly licking and sucking like a bimbo slut with a brainwash induced oral fixation. He looked down into her big brown eyes, and saw that she was staring up at him.

"Are those the eyes of a girl who has given up all resistance?" He asked himself. Then he moaned and let his own eyes slip mostly shut.

Francine's hand crept predictably up, the moment that she thought Jess's eyes were closed. She raised her hand up stealthily whilst bobbing, up and down, in a steady rhythm, up and down, licking and sucking all the while, giving Jess the best damn blowjob of his life.

Jess just laughed internally as he watched his bimbo suckdoll struggle in vain. He watched her fingers stealthily slide, back and forth across the smooth metal collar, searching for the simple latch to free herself. He watched the panic set into her face as she discovered that the latch was gone.

The metal had fused into a single solid ring. That was one of Jess's favorite features. The release latch is password protected, and the collar is hard wired to erase the bimbo's memory in the unlikely event that they somehow understand the password.

"Still trying to resist?" Jess chided. Then he grabbed Francine by the hair started roughly fucking her throat. "When are you going to learn that you are my obedient bimbo slut?"

Francine tried to shake her head no. She wanted to protest and defy, but the collar rendered her completely powerless. There was nothing she could do except kneel there and take it and obey. The worst part was how much it turned her on. Her pussy dripped uncontrollably, and every THRUST of his cock felt like an orgasm in her mouth.

"How about this," Jess began, as he THRUST his cock down Francine's throat. "Help me capture a replacement bimbo slut to wear my collar. Believe me when I say, the collar you are wearing is one of a kind. Bring me someone hot, and I promise to take this collar off your neck and put it on hers instead. Do we have a deal?"

"Yeashmphf" Francine tried to agree through a mouthful of cock.

Jess's THRUSTS did not relent to let her speak. In fact, his cock began to throb and he tightened the grip upon her hair, fucking her harder, faster, pounding her face fuck hole, in urgent need of release.

"Very Good Bimbo," Jess moaned out. "Ooooh fuck that's good. Oh and by the way. You've got less than 48 hours before this collar completely reprograms your mind."

He finished by pulling his good bimbo slut's head all the way down to the base of his cock and held her there as he spurted a mouthful of CUM right down her throat.

"No. NO! Why does this feel so good?" Thought the mindfucked bimbo who couldn't help but spasm and twitch, as if a powerful orgasm was erupting forth in climactic waves of pleasure from the tasty CUM inside her throat.

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Courtney had always had a bit of a secret crush on her best friend Francine. Francine's dominant and oft demanding behavior could easily turn Courtney into a melty submissive mess. She would happily become a slutty pleasure doll for Francine and any one of her many lovers, if it meant that she could taste those sweet-

Oh fuck. The thought alone made her blush too much to even keep thinking it, let alone consider actually speaking it aloud. Courtney was so shy that she kept her desires secret for 5 years.

Then out of the blue Francine calls, inviting her over for late night drinks with Jess. Her heart began to beat a little faster.

"Is she inviting me to a threesome?" Courtney fantasized, zoning out to pleasant daydream, whilst Francine spoke through the phone. "Wait! Did she just say wear something sexy? or was it slutty? Oh gosh, I really am going to get lucky tonight, aren't I?"

It took Courtney several hours to properly prepare for this occasion. The shy little slut knew that she would be far too flustered to ever bring up the topic of sex. She let her clothes and makeup do the talking instead. First she showered, then trimmed her fingernails, coating them in bright pink polish as her long blonde hair dried out.

Next she scoured her closet, deciding on a stunning red and black satin dress which showed off more than plenty of leg. A matching pair of 4inch black come-fuck-me heels completed the outfit, and of course, some slutty panties to show off later. Finally, she sat down to makeup her face. She wanted to look fuckable, but not too desperately slutty.

Courtney arrived exactly 32 minutes late, but it was totally worth the wait. She needed to look beautiful for Francine on their late night cocktail date.

"There you are," Francine answered the door, wearing an equally revealing outfit. Francine always dressed to impress, but it was usually more of an "I'm a boss bitch" kind of look.

The lacy blue top and teensie black skirt that she wore this evening still looked undeniably hot, but in more of a slutty bimbo eye candy kind of way. And is that a collar around her neck?

Something was wrong with this picture, but Francine's arms were open wide for a hug that Courtney could not resist. She ignored the warning signs and decided to just go with the flow when her taller, dominant, sexy, friend's arms wrapped her up in a tight embrace that placed her face so teasingly close to those bountiful mounds of beautiful chest that were practically spilling out of Francine's bust.

"Come inside," Jess said, when they broke the embrace. "I'm Jess. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Jess was tall and attractive, with a muscular frame and short black hair. His outfit was far more casual, jeans and a sleeveless shirt that showed off the finely toned muscles of his arms. He walked towards the door, extending his hand in greeting. Courtney shook it, introducing herself, then he motioned her towards the couch.

The front door of his house opened up into a pleasant living room with a sectional leather couch focused onto a little brick fireplace and a flat screen tv mounted on the wall above.

"Make yourself comfortable," Jess suggested. Then he turned and gave Francine a Thwap on the ass. "And you, go make us some drinks."

Francine turned and immediately walked towards the kitchen, which was designed with an open floor plan that allowed Courtney and Jess to watch her bending over for the glasses.

The collared slut practically leapt at the opportunity to obey. There was a weird look in her eyes for just 1 second, like she was half asleep or under the influence of a drowsy dreamy drug. Then the next moment she was all smiles and happy bouncy giggles as she set the glasses down upon the bar. Clink.

It all seemed rather odd to Courtney, who was used to following along and letting her friend Francine take charge.

"Do you like rum and cock?" Francine asked with a little giggle that made her bimbo boobies wiggle in a wonderful way that poor Courtney could not ignore.

"I, uh, huh, y- yeah." The shy slut stuttered, completely at a loss for words. She nodded her head and quickly turned to Jess. Her rosy cheeks were blushing far too hard to face her friend.

"So how long have you and Francine known each other?" Jess asked, cutting the tension. The two of them talked for a couple minutes as Francine obediently filled their glasses.

Jess's calm demeanor helped put Courtney's worried mind at ease. He clearly wanted to fuck, but he patiently took the time to lighten the mood and break the ice a little. Courtney was laughing at one his jokes by the time that Francine returned with the drinks.

They said cheers, then chatted for a while, slowly sipping as they got to know one another. By the time their glasses emptied out, the topic of conversation finally got around to collar on Francine's neck.

"Oh this little thing," Francine giggled, beginning to lie as she had been instructed. Then she scooted closer to Courtney, locked eyes in a compelling stare, and spoke in that irresistibly dominant voice. "It's part of a kinky roleplay we're doing. Sometimes I like to dress up like a submissive slut and obey every single command that I am given. It's hot, but you know, I think you would look a lot prettier wearing this collar around your neck instead."

Francine blushed bright red and shook her head.

"No I couldn't possibly," She started to protest

"And you don't have to," Jess cut in. "But if you decide that you want to try it, well then we'd be more than happy to oblige."

Jess leaned over to Francine and lifted up the back of her hair. He grabbed hold and twisted his bimbo slut's head to the side, showing Courtney the easy release latch on the back.

Francine knew that the latch had been left visible all evening, and more importantly unlockable. However, she had been commanded not to touch it, or to even talk about it. All she could do was let out a soft moan, as the forceful grip on her hair filled up her bimbo mind with lustful thoughts of sucking and face fucking.

Courtney whimpered a little, fantasizing about Jess and Francine roughly handling her like that, and of all the naughty fun she knew would follow.

"But what about your eyes?" Courtney asked. "I swear, I keep seeing your face go blank and expressionless like your head is vacant and empty inside or something."

Francine wasn't sure how to answer. It almost seemed like Courtney figured out how the collar works. If that was the case, then maybe Francine could be rescued without the need to brainwash a friend. On the other hand, she wished Courtney would just stop resisting and agree to wear the collar.

She hated tricking her bestie like this, but she needed to do it, for both their sakes. Once Jess removed the collar, she would be able to contact some friends for a rescue mission.

"How about you fetch us some more drinks," Jess commanded, and Francine obeyed. "And while you're at it, you can explain what sub space is."

Jess waited on the couch, relaxing comfortably and watching the two of them go. He let his eyes drift down to Francine's lovely ass, which seemed to sway so seductively, back and forth, with every step she took. Her skirt had hiked up a little, revealing just a glimpse of those delightful soft round cheeks.

"Subspace?" Courtney curiously asked, following along behind as Francine obediently walked towards the kitchen. "Like Star Trek?"

"More like deep throat nine," Francine quipped. Then she obediently refilled their glasses and explained everything. "It's a mental state. Sometimes when I am obeying Jess, my mind just drifts into another world of pure submissive bliss where I get so aroused and excited to just to do anything that I'm told. It's a wonderful, joyful, blissed out state, where you are happy to pleasure and please and submit to the touch of your lovers. Put the collar on for a bit, you'll understand."

The collared bimbo slut finished up her explanation with a wink.

Courtney's face blushed up bright red again.

"Do I really want to wear this collar?" The shy slut pondered.

She glanced back at Jess and couldn't help but think about crawling, her hands and knees, mouth open wide and eager to suck on-

"N- n, no, I couldn't" Courtney protested, before she could give in to the lustful daydream.

Her words said no, but the tremble in her voice revealed that she wanted it bad. She couldn't hide the arousal written her face, nor the hardness in her nipples which were poking through her dress.

"You could, and the thought turns you on." Francine insisted, handing one of the glasses to Courtney and walking back to the living room. "But I won't make you do it, not unless you really, really want it. Besides, the only way Jess would even consider letting you wear it is if you kneeled down and properly asked."

Courtney followed along, blushing even brighter now. "Francine knows exactly what she's doing," The blushy slut realized. "Not only is she making me do it, she's going to make me get on my knees and beg for it like a needy slut. Oh gosh! I really am going to do it, aren't I? Oh but I couldn't. I hardly know him. But fuck, he's hot and this sounds like a real good time."