Just Call For Help

Mandy plays with another guy across the room while Lora stays trapped in her spot, a thin collar locked around her neck. The command is simple: hold the little vibrator inside herself and keep hitting the button on the collar. One slip, the shock bites, and the night stays long. Allie drifts over now and then, checks the remote, watches her face. Lora breathes hard, legs shaking, trying not to moan so loud that Allie turns the dial higher. One wrong twitch and the collar fires, tight little zaps riding right up her spine. She bites her lip, clenches down, keeps the toy exactly where it is, because dropping it means Allie decides when, if ever, that collar comes off.