The Lesbian Debt (Chapter 20) - Collar And Cunt - Sex Stories

The Lesbian Debt (Chapter 20) - Collar And Cunt

Chapter 20 COLLAR AND CUNT It was hard for Laura to concentrate the rest of the day. She was paranoid knowing there was a large glossy photo of her twat in her desk drawer. She had tried to bury it under other paper but the stiff laminate made it stand out. Anyone casually opening her drawer to look for a pen or some Post-Its might see it. She was even less eager to leave it there overnight but she had to go to the clinic and she couldn't hang around at work forever. Laura was looking forward to the clinic.. She could almost feel the machines pulling her hair, forcing her mouth down onto a hard rubber cock. Combined with the pill she took, the thought made her sopping wet. But when she got to the clinic, she found her training had changed again. After bashfully undressing in front of Royce, she was startled to see Royce take out a thin leather collar, halfway between an elegant choker and a demeaning dog collar. Before she could object Royce had snapped it into place around her neck. The metal fastener at the front connected with an ominously solid click. Laura felt the strange collar with her hands. The inside was soft and velvety and didn't chafe, although at several places what felt like a flat metal stud poked through the velvet and made contact with her skin. The outside was thick black leather. It felt like the collar had a stiff metal core beneath the leather. Where it joined, at her throat, was a discrete metal ring of the sort a dog's name tag might hang from. "This ...

... is your vocabulary training collar, Laura," explained Royce. "It can hear what words you say and it'll just help you stop using ones that aren't appropriate to your new hetero orientation. For instance, try saying that you're a lesbian." "I'm a lesbian," said Laura hesitantly. And then squeaked. The words set off an electrical shock in her collar, causing her throat muscles to constrict, and then a moment later another painful shock went through her cunt. The surprise made Laura release her bladder a little, and a thin trickle of piss ran down her leg. Royce looked delighted. "It interfaces with your vaginal chip," he explained. "Isn't it great?" Laura did not think it was great. "How do I get it off?" she asked, pawing at it. "You don't until the training is done," said Royce. "I mean, I suppose you could cut through it or something but then we'd have to discharge you from the program." "Please take the collar off," Laura begged, but she was rewarded by another painful shock in her neck and twat. She felt herself starting to cry. "Yeah, you'll find that most ways of asking people to help you remove the collar are forbidden words," Royce explained. "You'll also want to be careful how loud you cry. Loud noises are kind of an angry dyke noise to make, so it works like an anti-barking collar for dogs and shocks you if you raise your voice. It'll help you be a quiet little hetero." Royce led the sniffling Laura to the machines room, where Amy waited. Amy complimented Laura on how ...