1. The Collar 7


    Date: 1/30/2024, Categories: Fiction Mind Control, Author: Impax 

    ... your name?”

“You can call me Candy.” she told him, telling the name Marcus had told her to use.

“I don't want to call you Candy.” he said. “What did your mother call you when you were little?”

She blushed. “My mother died in childbirth so I was raised by my father. He called me Jenny.”

“Your name is Jennifer?” he asked. She nodded, looking at the floor. “Is that what you want me to call you, Jenny?”

She shook her head. “You can call me Candy.” she said softly. “It will help me remember what I'm supposed to do.”

“What are you supposed to do?” he asked gently.

“I'm supposed to let you f-fuck me.” she said, her voice choking with tears. “You gave me extra, so I'm supposed to let you fuck me in the ass, too.”

“Is that something YOU want?” he asked. She shook her head. “Tell me what YOU want, Jenny.”

She looked up at him. Biting her lip nervously, she shook her head again and looked at the floor once more. He put a finger under her chin and captured her gaze. “Tell me.”

She took a breath and saw the friendliness he was giving her, and decided to take a chance. “I want to be that woman in that painting, dreaming to be as free as those horses.”

He glanced at the painting and smiled sadly. “My wife painted that, many years ago, when we we both in college.”

“You're married?” she asked, surprised.

“I was.” he said. “She died a year ago yesterday, and that's why I was cruising the strip. I was looking for some companionship. I never expected to ...
    ... find a friend.”

“You want me to be your friend?” she asked, surprised. “Are you friends with all the women you fuck?'

“I am.” he told her. “But we haven't fucked yet.”

“Well, that's easy enough to sort out, then.” she smiled. “How do you want me? Missionary or doggy?

He raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Which do you prefer?”

“I don't know.” she replied. “I only did it the once, and he took me missionary. However you want to do it is fine with me, I guess.”

“Oh, well, if it is up to me, then the first thing I want is to fuck your tits and come in your mouth.” he said, sitting down beside her on the sofa.

“You want to... in my mouth? ... I... but I never... yes, sir.” she said, stammering with fear. The look on her face was abjectly pitiful as she knelt down on the floor in front of him. She looked up at him with unshed tears in her eyes.

“Jenny, I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do, so if it's what YOU want, you can put your blouse back on and forget I asked you to do any of this. You can go, if that's what you want, too. I'll give you a ride to anywhere you want in this city. If you want to leave this city, I'll buy you a plane, train or bus ticket; whatever you want. You're free.”

She looked up at him with hope in her expression. “You really mean that? I can get dressed and go? You don't want to have sex with me?”

“You misunderstood me, Jenny.” he said, and her face fell. She looked ready to cry again. “I actually DO want to have ...
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