Collar Girls - Jessica's Story
Copyright© 2026 by Agent Doiron
Chapter 1: Jessica’s Choices
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 1: Jessica’s Choices - Jessica allows herself to be captured with a mind control collar after losing a bet. The collar girl series of stories are an exploration of consent in a science fiction world where mind control collars allow for the capture and domination of willing women. Capture, submission, and domination are major themes in these erotic stories. Informed consent is paramount in the submissive / dominant relationship.
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mind Control Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Oral Sex
With a high-pitched roar, the razor lynx pounced. Light glinted off her namesake razor sharp claws, as well as the silver studs on her collar, as she soared through the air. This was Jessica’s chance. The mistake she was waiting for.
“Now Iris! Get her now,” she called out, pointing at the silver haired feline.
The command wasn’t really necessary. Iris knew what she was doing. The spearhead impala lowered her horns, aiming them so that the lynx would impale herself when she landed. Iris took a step back to line up the shot, and that’s when everything went wrong.
Iris’ rear hoof slapped on a rock as she stepped back, causing her to momentarily lose her balance. The timing was perfect. Her horns dipped for a moment as she adjusted, just long enough for the points of the horns to miss the pouncing razor lynx.
The lynx landed on Iris’ back, razor sharp claws digging into the beautiful impala’s reddish-brown fur. Blood started flowing. Iris kicked and bucked, trying to shake the creature. Suddenly, a fountain of blood erupted from the impala’s neck. In an effort to stay on the impala’s back, the lynx dug in with her hind paws, catching Iris’ collar and somehow severing an artery.
“Iris, return!” Jessica called out, hitting the recall button on her wristband.
A line of light flared to life, connecting the wristband to the collar around the impala’s neck. A glowing mote launched across that leash of light, speeding to the collar. When it struck, the struggling impala seemed to glow for a moment. Iris’ glowing shape became granular, then dissolved into glowing grains of light that were immediately sucked into the collar. The collar launched through the air, pulled by the leash, arriving in Jessica’s outstretched hand. With a click the wristband disconnected from her arm.
Pulling out her tablet, Jessica quickly checked on the condition of her collar pet. The health bar was in the red, but Iris was still alive. Jessica sighed in relief. It would cost a few heals, but Iris would be fine.
“Woohoo! I won. I actually won,” Brandon exclaimed.
He jumped up and pumped his fist. The razor lynx was his collar pet. Brandon was tall, scrawny, and goofy looking. If he put some work into it, there was a possibility he could put on muscle, but there was nothing he could do about his face. The young man had no chin. He was trying to grow a beard to hide the fact that his face just kind of blended into his neck, but it wasn’t working. Wispy hairs dotted his nineteen-year-old face, making him look even worse.
“You got lucky,” Jessica said, “You were at a type disadvantage. If Iris hadn’t slipped, your lynx would have impaled herself.”
“Oh, shut up! I don’t need to take advice from a loser,” he snarled at her, “Everyone knows razor lynx are the best collar pets. You’re just jealous I have one and you don’t.”
That was simply wrong on every level. Jessica didn’t even know how to start correcting him. By the goddess, how had she lost to such a pathetic trainer.
“Wait! That’s right! I won!” he exclaimed, “You’re going to follow through with our bet, right? You aren’t going to welch on me?”
Damn! She really wanted to tell him to take a hike, but that was a bad idea. If she didn’t follow through, then he would tell his friends, and they wouldn’t duel her anymore. Beating them in collar pet duels had become a significant portion of her income.
“I’ll do it,” she said.
“Yes! Holy shit, that’s awesome. I’m awesome. Everyone is going to know I’m the best trainer,” he said.
“Barber, return!” Brandon called out, hitting the recall button on his own wristband.
The familiar leash of light appeared, connecting him with his razor lynx. A particle of light raced down the leash to strike the lynx, who was cleaning blood off her fur. The Lynx glowed for a moment and then dissolved into her collar, which retracted through the air to the young man’s waiting hand.
Moving with excited haste, Brandon stuffed the collar and wristband into a pouch at his waist. Then, he pulled out something different. It consisted of a wristband shaped handle, connected by a short rigid post, to an open collar. It was a capture device. With a twist, he extended the post into medium sized animal mode. A second twist of the arm band opened the gap in the collar wide enough to fit around a human neck. The capture device was ready to capture a collar girl.
“Okay, hold up,” Jessica said, putting away Iris’s collar in her own pouch and then her tablet in the opposite pouch. “You know the rules. You can capture me. I’ll acknowledge, and then you can call me once. It has to be here in town, and it has to be today.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Brandon replied.
“No touching! If you touch me, then the deal is off.”
“Fine,” Brandon said, fidgeting with the capture device.
“I want to hear you say it,” Jessica pushed.
“I said I won’t touch you!” Brandon exclaimed.
“Okay, let’s do this,” she said.
He didn’t waste any time, lifting the business end of the capture device in the direction of her neck. She pulled her auburn hair back with her hands. No need to add an unintended hair cut to this disaster of a day. With a quick thrust, the capture device slapped her throat. She was about to protest that he really didn’t need to be so rough about it, but the sensor picked that moment to detect it was touching her neck, and the collar snapped shut.
It held her throat in an iron grip. She couldn’t breathe. She could feel her heart pounding in her neck. The shaft of the capture device dissolved into light as the handle locked around Brandon’s wrist like a wristband. The wristband and collar were connected now by the wavy band of light. It looked like a leash. A crawling sensation on the back of her neck, under the collar, sent shivers down her spine. It was the probes lining themselves up. A sudden sharp pain made her wince as the probes drilled in. She knew that the probes were inside her skull when the pain suddenly stopped.
A wave of crazy sensations assaulted her mind. Nausea hit her, quickly replaced by vertigo. The vertigo gave way to a sensation of floating away and falling apart simultaneously. Lights seemed to flash all around her while random noises popped in her head. She tasted something sweet, savoury, and salty simultaneously. Finally, it felt like a grid square was entering her mind, entering her personality. It felt like everything she was, her every thought and feeling, the things that made her who she was, became a map. An outside force was laying down a coordinate system onto that map. It was marking out locations and positions for every aspect of her personality, mapping exactly who she was down to the finest details. It was a matrix in her mind, perfectly describing her.
She gasped for air as the assault of sensations ended. The collar was now integrated into her mind. It no longer felt tight. In fact, it felt comfortable, as if it belonged around her neck. Brandon had captured her. By law, that made her a collar girl. So, in a way, it did belong around her neck.
The world around her felt like it had been upgraded. It was as if she was seeing and hearing in ultra high definition. It always felt this way, whenever she was captured. It was part of the rush. As if she was connected to the world better than before. It felt like the matrix overlaying her mind was filtering out the noise, making the signal stronger.
Nearby, another trainer had a collar in his hand. He looked to be eighteen or nineteen, a few years younger than Jessica. He took a wristband, which matched the collar in his hand, and snapped it around his wrist. Then, he tossed the collar through the air so that it spun like a frisbee. It glinted in the light as it tumbled towards the grass, mesmerizing and almost beautiful.
“Dorsal, I choose you,” the trainer called out, pressing a button on the wristband.
The wristband clamped onto his wrist and a leash of light snaked out to connect with the collar. The collar froze in mid-air, as if it had been caught by an invisible hand. Motes of light erupted from the inside of the collar, connecting and agglomerating until they formed a vaguely animal shape. With a final flash the light solidified into a sleek canine form. It had long brown hair, strong shoulders, and teeth that looked like serrated blades. A sabre hound stood proudly in the grass, awaiting her owners command.
“Hey! Don’t space out on me,” Brandon said, drawing Jessica’s attention.
The handle of the capture device was secured to his wrist, taking on the classic wristband appearance. Jessica knew that it connected to her collar, even though the leash was invisible at the moment. There were buttons on that wristband, designed to give her quick commands. A wireless connection to the tablet in his other hand gave him more complex options on what he could do with her.
“Now the second part of our deal,” he said.
He wanted her to say it. The collar wanted her to say it. The grid overlaying her mind hummed in anticipation of her saying it. She didn’t want to say it.
“Come on now,” he said, encouraging her, “You agreed to this. It won’t be too bad.”
He smiled, trying to convince her. He looked even more ridiculous when he was smiling. Goddess, she didn’t want to do this. It was always the worst part. He reached out towards her arm.
“No touching!” she declared, stepping away from the threatening hand. She brought her own hand up to the collar around her neck. A clear warning in her eyes.
“Fine,” he replied, “But you have to say it.”
He was right. If she backed out now, then she was breaking their deal. If she didn’t complete the terms of their bet, then he would tell his friends, and nobody would ever duel her again.
“Yes, master,” she replied with a sigh.
By saying that word she disabled a safety feature in the collar. A feature designed to keep humans from being collared against their will. The final sequence of the process kicked in. She was captured and she was acknowledging him as her master. The matrix that the collar was projecting into her mind adjusted itself, shifting in her mind. In the process it made connections that weren’t natural to her personality. It connected concepts and ideas that wouldn’t normally be connected while simultaneously suppressing other important parts of her personality.
The matrix in her mind took her perception of Brandon and changed it. It connected him to authority. It connected him to affection and respect. It took the word and concept of ‘master’ and overlaid it on top of him. Brandon was her master.
The matrix wasn’t done there. It continued making changes to her mind, simultaneously affecting multiple parts of her personality. It took the concept of a collar girl and applied it to her sense of self. It made her think of herself as property. In her own mind, she was a collar girl, belonging to her master.
Her master was a wonderful man. He looked fantastic. He wasn’t goofy looking. In fact, his face was wonderful, with cute little wisps of facial hair that perfectly framed his mouth. She adored him. Men didn’t need chins to be attractive. She never liked chins anyways. She wanted to touch him, to feel him touching her. She wanted to rub up against him.
With an effort of will, she pushed down those thoughts. That was the collar. It wasn’t what she wanted. She was a person, and he was still goofy looking, even if it was in an adorable way. He looked down at the tablet in his hands and finished making an entry.
“Thank you, Sugar-Tits,” he said.
Elation filled her as the collar triggered the release of reward hormones in her brain. Her master was thanking her. She had done something to make him happy. She was a good collar girl, and she was being rewarded with his thanks. Sugar-Tits was a good collar girl.
She fought against the euphoria. That was an awful name. It was her name. She was a collar girl named Sugar-Tits. No! Her name was Jessica. Sugar-Tits was an awful name that he gave her using his tablet’s connection to the collar.
There was an evil smirk on his handsome chinless face. He knew what that name was doing in her mind. Happiness filled her. He was smiling. Her collar was rewarding her for making her master smile.
“Before you...” she started.
“Sugar tits return!” he interrupted, pressing the recall button on his wristband.
Faster than she could react, the band of light appeared, connecting the bracelet to her neck like a leash. A glowing mote launched from the wristband and followed the leash straight to her throat. She flinched away, but it was inescapable.
When the light touched her collar, sparks erupted across the matrix in her mind. Every point of her personality, every detail of who she was, erupted simultaneously. The world washed away in that flash of energy, leaving nothing but darkness.
The darkness was empty and without form. Jessica couldn’t see anything. There was no sound, no smell, and no taste to the darkness. She couldn’t feel anything, the darkness was a void of sensation. Jessica’s body was nothing more than data, saved within the collar. She was property, property that was recalled into storage.
It didn’t hurt to be in storage. In fact, it didn’t feel like anything at all. The matrix overlaying Jessica’s mind was dark, and it took her mind with it. There was no pain in the darkness. There was no shame at losing the duel, no humiliation at becoming a collar girl, no emotions at all. She was unaware. There was only one thing in the darkness. The eager anticipation that her master would call her.
“Sugar tits, I choose you!” a voice rang out.
Light appeared, cutting through the darkness. The matrix overlaying her mind flared to life, bringing her mind with it, back into reality. Sensation returned as her body coalesced. She found herself on her hands and knees on the ground. She was in a clearing, scrub trees surrounding a clear space. She recognised the location. It was on the other side of town from where she had been captured.
Jessica was elated. Her mind, with help from the collar, connected the experience of being called by her master with achievement and happiness. Her master wanted her. He had chosen her. Feel good hormones dumped into her freshly coalesced brain. She was wanted. She was chosen.