Collar Girls - Jessica's Story
Copyright© 2026 by Agent Doiron
Chapter 3: Jessica’s Ending
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 3: Jessica’s Ending - 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
The music had a basic beat to it, nothing complex, just enough to set a rhythm for dancing. That’s what the crowd at Rosie’s bar had come to see. The lights were shining on the raised stage in the corner of the room. It wasn’t a large stage, but it was enough. The crowd was here to see her, the lights were shining on her, it was her stage. Jessica was dancing.
Bringing her hands up across her body she brushed them across her breasts and into her hair, forming an ‘X’ above her head. From there, she brushed them down her right side, fist in hand, pivoting as she turned into a kick. The kick landed and she continued the pivot dropping into a low stance, her legs wide open, and her back straight. Her long auburn hair flowed behind her movements, settling across the pale white skin of her shoulders and breasts as she moved. The low stances and high kicks left little to the imagination for her audience, they were treated to a full view of her body. She was wearing a tight silver collar around her neck and nothing more. She was naked, which was the natural state for a collar girl.
Her name wasn’t Jessica while she was wearing a collar. She was Freckles the collar girl. The collar was in her mind, reinforcing the name, making her comfortable with her nudity. She moved through another sequence. Keeping with the rhythm of the music, she brushed her hands across erect nipples, the swollen state of her aroused womanhood on display in the low stances. The collar wasn’t needed to make her happy, or to make her aroused. She genuinely enjoyed dancing naked for an audience. She loved dancing as a collar girl. It was a rush that she couldn’t get any other way.
She beckoned towards an imaginary dance partner with one hand and then with the other, pivoting, building momentum. She stepped out, kicking as she moved, maintaining the speed that she needed. A quick crouch and then a jump, spinning and lashing out with her foot as she spun through the air. The music came to a crescendo during the jump spinning kick. She landed in a low sprawl, her legs open, leaving nothing to the imagination. There was a gasp and murmur from the crowd at her aerial acrobatics.
The music went silent as Freckles slid smoothly to her feet. Standing at attention she bowed to the audience. The response was an immediate round of applause. The seating area in the back room of Rosie’s bar was full of people. Men, women, and more than a few collar girls. They had come to see her, to watch her dance. She basked in the attention.
It was the end of her dance and the end of her set. She was done for the night. Unfortunately, her body wasn’t quite getting the message. Her heart rate was up, and she felt flushed. Her nipples were hard and there was a wanton sensation from between her legs. She was aroused, highly aroused. She always got this way when dancing. Fortunately, as a collar girl, there was an easy outlet.
With a sway of her hips, she stepped off the raised stage and started making her way towards a bench seat off to the side. There was a man sitting there, alone. He was in his early thirties, dressed in a button up shirt and slacks. He had a neatly trimmed beard and a wry smile on his face as he made eye contact with her. His name was Malcolm, and he had a wristband around his wrist that matched her collar.
His smile sent flutters of happiness through her. Her master was smiling at her. She was a good collar girl for making her master happy. She knew that those thoughts were coming from the collar, suggestions whispering through her mind from the probes deep inside her brain. It didn’t matter. He had what she needed. With gliding steps, she made her way towards him.
He was sitting with his legs open as he beckoned to her with one hand. The matrix that was projected into her mind by the collar took that as an order. Her master was telling her to come to him. She didn’t need to be told twice. She wanted to obey. She was Freckles the collar girl and she belonged to Malcolm.
Slinking towards him, she dropped down onto the bench seat, pressing one of her breasts into his beckoning hand. His hand squeezed the offered flesh before sliding around her back and pulling her towards him. Reward hormones flooded into her brain from the collar. Happiness and pleasure from obeying her master mixed with a sensation of warmth and belonging from his touch. His lips found hers as she settled onto the bench seat, kneeling beside him. She was aroused and being touched by her master. Her mind was a soup of happy hormones, both natural and from the collar. It barely registered that he was undoing his pants and freeing his penis. His hand guided hers to his manhood, and she found him fully erect. She was only too happy to start stroking him as she pressed herself against him.
He was hard and she was wet. Together, they were ready to go. Lifting one leg she straddled him, moving his manhood towards the aching heat between her legs. Suddenly, he started twitching. Thick and wet, he ejaculated prematurely in her hand. Annoyance was quickly drowned in reward hormones. She made her master cum. She was a good collar girl for pleasing her master.
She tried to ignore her sense of disappointment, mentally embracing the reward hormones. It was still fine. She could get her pleasure as well. She started grinding against him, kissing at his neck, lost in the mixture of hormones from her sexual arousal and the rewards from her collar. She was getting there. A wave of pleasure was building inside of her.
“Freckles I release you,” Malcolm said.
She gasped in surprise. Turning her head, she had a moment to register the fact that Malcolm had his tablet in his hand before a glowing cord appeared, connecting his wristband to her collar. A mote of light raced down that leash of light and struck her collar. There was a click from the collar.
The matrix overlaying her mind began to retract. She was not a collar girl named Freckles, she wasn’t anyone’s property, and she certainly didn’t have a master. Her name was Jessica Addler, and she was naked in a crowded bar. Nudity was not her natural state and grinding herself off on a man in the middle of a crowded bar was not a comfortable experience. The rising wave of her orgasm collapsed. It was quickly replaced by anger as the probes retreated from the back of her neck, and her collar came off into Malcolm’s waiting hand.
“Asshole!” Jessica exclaimed, “I was almost there.”
“Almost where?” Malcolm asked with a smirk.
He knew what he had done. Jessica found herself naked, sitting in his lap, with her hand still covered in his seed. Her eyes scanned the room. The crowd was mostly disengaged from her, because the performance was over, but there were still a few men who were leering at her. They were seeing her naked, sitting in Malcolm’s lap. Her hands came up to instinctively cover her breasts, but a wet sensation on her right breast reminded her of the mess he had left in her hand. She wiped it off on Malcolm’s shirt. That made his smirk disappear.
“Where the hell are my clothes?” Jessica demanded.
“Back at the entrance, where you left them,” Malcolm replied.
He shifted the way he was sitting, gently pushing her off to the side. She went with the movement, going on her knees on the bench seat. Once she was settled, she pulled her hand back and punched him in the shoulder, hard.
“Ow! What was that for?” Malcolm asked.
“You know I hate walking around naked!”
“You dance naked. Why do you care?” he asked. The smirk made a reappearance. He knew the answer. Being naked as a collar girl was natural and expected. It felt normal to walk around naked while wearing the collar. Without the collar it was different. It was humiliating.
A man stepped into their space, coming around the corner of the bench seat. Jessica tried to cover herself, shying away, before realising who he was. It was Bruno the bouncer. He wasn’t a threat, at least not to her.
Bruno was a big guy, well over six feet in height. His hair was short on the sides with the front longer and slicked all the way back. His tanned face had the stubble of an eternal five o’clock shadow. Thick muscles on his chest and arms stretched a black T-shirt that bore the logo of Rosie’s bar across the front.
“Miss Addler,” he said in way of greeting.
He was holding her clothing in one hand and a pair of large pouches that belonged to her in the other. With a quick thank you she grabbed the clothing and pouches. The blouse went on first, followed by checking the pouches to make sure her collar pets and tablet were all present and accounted for. As she put on her clothes, Bruno positioned himself so that he was using his body to block the rest of the bar from seeing her.
“Rosie would like to speak with you,” he said to Jessica, “As for you Malcolm, I believe you are done here. In more ways than one.”
Bruno didn’t like Malcolm. Actually, nobody at Rosie’s bar seemed to like him. He probably wouldn’t be allowed on the premises if it wasn’t for Jessica. It was clear from Bruno’s words that Malcolm was being asked to leave now that Jessica was done dancing. He was smart enough not to argue. Nobody argued with Bruno, at least not more than once.
Once Jessica was fully dressed, she attached her pouches to her waist and walked away with Bruno. Malcolm didn’t look happy, but it was his own fault. He kept insisting on acting like an asshole towards her. It seemed like the more popular her dancing became, the more he needed to assert himself. She kind of felt bad for him.
Waiting for them at the other end of the room, was a middle-aged woman in an apron displaying the logo for Rosie’s bar. Her hair was blonde, streaked with gray, and she had a friendly smile on her face. It was Rosie herself. She was far older than she looked. Rosie’s bar was something of an institution in town. It existed long before Jessica was born.
“You looked good up there,” Rosie said.
“Thanks,” Jessica replied, “You wanted to talk?”
“I wanted to warn you to be careful. Seeing you dance is starting to piss off the pious,” Rosie said in a serious tone.
“Beauty and obedience are two of the pillars of the goddess’s worship. My dancing as a collar girl celebrates both her teachings and the faith. It’s nothing for them to be angry about. They should be happy to see me dance,” Jessica replied.
“They’re angry that you still exist. You are a continuous reminder of what the priestesses did to you,” Rosie countered.
“A reminder isn’t a bad thing if the priestesses have nothing to be guilty about,” Jessica pointed out.
“Your lips to the goddess’s ears. I’m still going to have Bruno escort you home tonight,” Rosie replied. Jessica looked over at the bouncer. He had a neutral expression on his face.
“Is that really necessary,” she asked.
“I think so,” Rosie replied.
“Fine,” Jessica agreed. It was easier to play along than to argue with Rosie. After all, what was the harm? It wasn’t like she had to worry about him slowing her down or anything similar. She was done for the night. There was no rush to get home.
Bruno led the way outside. It was a ten-minute walk to Jessica’s apartment from the bar. She wouldn’t mind the company. It was dark outside, and the streets were deserted. As a dancer, she finished late, long after most people had gone to bed.
The streets were dimly lit by the occasional streetlight. The twin moons hung, seemingly suspended in the sky, surrounded by the twinkling lights of the milky way, far above their heads. Somewhere in that sky, was the yellow star of Sol, the birthplace of humanity. It was a place that Jessica had only heard of in history class, during her childhood.
A low buzzing sound caught Jessica’s attention. She looked over in time to see Bruno release a small mechanical drone. It was little more than a camera and a motor. It was small enough to fit in the palm of his hand. It buzzed up into the air, controlled by a tablet in Bruno’s other hand. Taking a peek at the tablet, Jessica was able to see an overhead view of herself standing on the street. Bruno was using an infrared camera on the drone to keep an eye on their route.
As they walked, Jessica watched the man by her side. He was keeping one eye on the tablet, while constantly checking their surroundings. He was taking the task seriously. It was normally his job to watch out for her while she danced in the bar, while she danced completely naked except for the collar. By this point, he had seen every intimate part of her anatomy. He probably knew her body better than she did, and she knew little more than his name.
“Tell me something about yourself,” she said, “I feel like I barely know you, but at the same time, you know me really well.”
“What do you want to know?” he asked, as he looked around.
“What did you do before becoming a bouncer?” she asked.
“I was a tournament gladiator,” he replied, gesturing to a tattoo that was half hidden on his arm. It was a crest of some sort.
“You wore a collar?”
“Yeah, I spent three years in a collar. Not full time, of course. The training makes it so that we have to take it off on a regular basis, but most of that time I was on a leash,” he replied looking over at her and making quick eye contact before glancing down at his screen for the drone.
“There aren’t too many guys who will admit to wearing a collar,” Jessica said in amusement.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about,” Bruno replied.
“I guess the mandatory nudity isn’t the same for a gladiator.”
“It feels instinctive while you’re wearing the collar, but it’s still weird having everybody know what your genitals look like,” he replied, “They have to lock the armor on us when we’re fighting, because you know...”
“The instinct is to strip naked,” Jessica finished for him, “Some collar girls can’t even wear jewelry.”
“I knew a fighter who would freak out if he got too much blood on him. He would start scrubbing frantically at his skin,” Bruno said with a laugh. Jessica didn’t join in the laughter. She looked up as the drone buzzed past above their heads. When she looked down again her eyes found Bruno’s.
“I’m not a big fan of the tournaments,” she said.
“Yeah,” Bruno replied, “I get that. I can’t say that I am anymore either.”
“What happened?” Jessica asked.
“I had a bad trainer. Kept insisting I fight without a helmet. It’s a stupid thing to do but...”
“He was your trainer, so you did it,” Jessica finished for him.
“She was my trainer, but yeah, you get the idea. If it wasn’t for Rosie’s daughter, then I would probably be dead. I owe her.”
“Now you work for Rosie,” Jessica added.
“There aren’t much in the way of job prospects for a washed-up gladiator. Rosie’s been real good to me,” Bruno said.
“Me too,” Jessica agreed.
Bruno looked down at his tablet, making some adjustments for the drone. The sound of crickets chirping blended together, making for a pleasant background noise in the semi-darkness. Jessica found herself surprisingly comfortable with the company. She was enjoying the walk with Bruno.
“I hope you don’t take this badly,” Bruno said, “But I have some experience with bad trainers.”
She knew what he was going to say. She had spent enough time as a collar girl to know where the conversation had led them.
“You don’t like Malcolm,” she said.
“You wouldn’t either if it wasn’t for the collar.”
“He lets me dance,” Jessica replied, “I like dancing.”
“Every time you dance, there’s a room full of men who would pay to have you on their leash.”
“Yes, but they would expect me to have sex with them after I dance. That would make me a prostitute,” Jessica pointed out.
“That’s an odd line to draw,” Bruno said.
“It’s my line.”
“Fair enough,” Bruno replied after a moment, “Do you know what the real danger is from wearing a collar? People who have never worn one think it’s the way it tries to force you to follow commands, but that’s not it. You have ultimate control because you can always use the fail safe.”
“Is it the same fail safe for gladiators?” Jessica asked.
“Yes, it’s the same technology. You need to have a clear desire to be free, to make a verbal command to be free, and your hand has to be gripping the collar,” Bruno said.
“Yeah, okay, that’s the same,” Jessica agreed.
“The real danger from the collar,” Bruno continued, “Is what it does when your trainer is touching you. It causes the same hormones to be released as when a mother holds their child. It makes you fall in love with your trainer.”
“I’m not in love with Malcolm.”
“Maybe not,” Bruno conceded, “But you’ll be slow to use the fail safe. You won’t want to hurt him, so you’ll hesitate. You already let him do things that you wouldn’t have, two weeks ago, when you first started dancing at the bar.”
“You remember that?” Jessica asked.
“Of course,” he replied, “You were fantastic. You’re always fantastic.”
That caught her by surprise. She looked at him. He wasn’t just complimenting her, he was earnest. He really thought she was fantastic. She looked away, blushing.
It didn’t take long before they arrived at her apartment. Jessica was almost disappointed that the walk didn’t take longer. She pressed her thumb to the lock above the latch, disengaging it. As she opened her door Bruno stepped in front of her, blocking her from entering. She took a step back in surprise, and the drone buzzed past into her apartment.
“Ummm, what are you doing?” she asked.
“Rosie told me to get you home safe. I’d feel pretty dumb if I didn’t do a quick check before leaving,” he replied watching the drone’s display on his tablet.
“Thank you, I guess,” she said. It felt weird to have the drone in her apartment, but there was no real harm to it. Moments later, the drone buzzed its way out and then back into the sky.
“All clear,” Bruno said, “Sorry for the intrusion. I’m just trying to do my job.”
“What is your job?” Jessica asked.
“To keep you safe,” Bruno replied without hesitation, “You can trust me, Miss Addler.”
Once again, he was being earnest. He really did believe that it was his job to keep her safe. In turn, she genuinely trusted him. It felt weird, because there weren’t many people who she trusted, but Bruno was one of them.
“I hope you have a good night’s sleep,” he said.
“You too,” she replied, feeling herself blush again.
He walked away as Jessica entered her apartment. One by one, the lights came on, illuminating her small living space. Bruno was a nice guy. He was really nice. She found herself wishing that he would be the one holding her leash the next time that she danced, rather than Malcolm. That wasn’t going to happen though. She would have to be satisfied with him watching over her. For some reason, that gave her a warm feeling deep inside.
The next day, the weather was beautiful. It was clear blue skies, without a cloud to be seen, and just a hint of a gentle autumn breeze. It was early afternoon, and Jessica was walking in the open-air market. She was wearing short shorts and a dark green crop top, with a large amount of sunblock applied over her bare skin. She didn’t want to get too much sun, she would be dancing again tonight, and it would be embarrassing to do her routine with a burn. Her trainer pouches hung from her belt, one for her tablet and the second for her collar pets and capture devices.
The market consisted of a series of metal and canvas store fronts, temporary stalls that were easily disassembled. They had vibrant displays, some holographic, while others just had video screens that cycled through the products offered. The street was covered by a flexible roof to keep out the elements, but it was high enough that birds and drones were able to fly between the stalls.
There were shops selling everything from the newest fashions in clothing to hand crafted jewelry and curios. Pretty much anything you wanted could be found in the open-air market. Working her way down the street, Jessica came to a stop at a stall with advertisements for the tournaments. There were images of half naked fighters facing off against each other on the outside of the shop. A merchant and his assistant were in the booth. The merchant was a thick bodied man with the ageless features of someone who had been through multiple regenerations.
“Abdul!” Jessica called out, getting his attention.
In the process, she managed to attract the attention of the owner of the booth next door as well. It was a shop selling religious items, statuettes of the five gods, along with other iconography. The shop owner scowled at her and walked over to the edge of his stall.
“Abdul, you aren’t going to make a deal with the White Adder, are you?” he called out, “You’ll get nothing but garbage from her.”
“Mind your own business,” Abdul replied dismissively.
“If she’ll lie about the priestesses, then she’ll cheat you,” the shop owner continued, “Don’t trust her!”
He was one of the pious. Jessica didn’t bother arguing with him, there was no point. The priestesses had filled his head with nonsense and half-truths. It was better to just ignore him. Reaching into her pouch Jessica pulled out a collar and wristband. The indicator on the wristband was active, showing that there was a medium sized collar pet in storage.
“As promised, I’m here to deliver,” she said to Abdul.
“I’m going to have to do a quality check,” Abdul replied in an overly loud voice. He didn’t look happy about what he was saying.
“I’ve been selling to you for years,” Jessica said, “You know my quality.”
“I need to maintain my reputation,” he replied, continuing to speak in a loud voice. He was looking at the owner of the neighbouring stall while he spoke.
“Okay,” Jessica replied in a normal tone, “What do you have in mind? I have nothing to hide.”
“Good, I didn’t think you did,” Abdul said, “Give me a second.”
He rooted around in his stall for a minute before pulling out what looked like a bag of straw and a wooden post from under a counter. Jessica recognised the equipment. It was a target used for training collar pets.
“There’s a field at the end of the market we can use,” Abdul said.
“Okay,” Jessica replied. She’d done this before. Most of her customers didn’t bother anymore. This kind of test was for trainers you didn’t trust. It was a little bit insulting, but as she said, she had nothing to hide.
They walked together to the end of the street. As promised, there was an open field. It was fallow, criss-crossed by the tracks of multiple vehicles used to set-up and take down the stalls. Random weeds were growing out of the ground, with a few flowers adding a splash of color. Together, they walked out into the field. Eventually, Abdul found a spot that he liked and shoved the stake into the ground. He impaled the bag of straw on the top of the stake. Standing next to him, Jessica slipped the wristband from her collar pet onto her arm. She then tossed the collar towards the ground.
“Shadow Lance, I call you!” she said, activating the collar.
It stopped in mid-air, hanging above the ground at waist height, connected to the wristband by a leash made of light. Motes of brilliant energy streamed out of the collar coalescing together into a vaguely animal shaped silhouette. In a flash of light, the collar pet solidified. She was a sleek animal, with dark gray fur, standing on four legs. Her head was at the level of Jessica’s hips. Thick muscles flexed under the animal’s fur as Shadow Lance turned to face her master, the collar secure around her throat. Her mouth opened, revealing serrated teeth as she treated Jessica to a canine grin. The leash of light faded out of view as the hound loped over to lick Jessica’s hand.
“Sorry girl,” Jessica said, kneeling down to give the sabre hound a hug, “I thought we already said goodbye. One more test, okay?”
The hound responded by licking Jessica’s face. She didn’t understand the words, of course. The hound was just happy to see her. Jessica pushed the canine face away and climbed to her feet. Abdul started walking backwards, away from the target, watching the hound. Jessica gave him a few seconds and then started to follow him.
“Shadow Lance follow!” she commanded, pressing the corresponding button on her wristband.
The leash of light reappeared, connecting Jessica’s wrist with Shadow Lance’s collar. Shadow Lance was pulled into motion, the collar moving to follow Jessica’s wristband. The hound was well trained, immediately walking towards Jessica, following the pull from the collar. Shadow Lance didn’t fight the pull and wasn’t reacting negatively to the movement of her collar. It was proof that she was trained to obey a follow command. Technically, the follow command would work whether the hound fought it or not. It was better to have a collar pet who followed the pull of the collar, rather than being dragged across the ground as they fought against it.
Abdul stopped backing up and nodded to Jessica. Using the follow command Jessica turned Shadow Lance around so that the hound was facing towards the target.
“Shadow Lance stop!” Jessica commanded, pressing a button on her wristband. A mote of light rushed down the leash to kiss Shadow Lance’s collar. The collar froze in place, responding to the stop command. Shadow Lance pushed at the collar for a moment, her claws leaving furrows in the ground before she subsided and stood still. The stop command couldn’t be broken by a collar pet, no matter how hard they struggled against it. Shadow Lance was proving her training by standing docile and apparently happy, instead of fighting the command.
Jessica walked over to join Abdul, leaving Shadow Lance facing the target. A low growling sound was coming from Shadow Lance. She was trained on targets and knew what was expected of her.
“Go ahead,” Abdul said.
“Shadow Lance attack!” Jessica commanded, pressing the corresponding button on her wristband.
The mote of command raced down the leash. The moment it made contact with the collar Shadow Lance was off. She raced like a bullet towards the target. Leaping into the air, she hit the bag of straw teeth first. Shadow Lance’s weight ripped the bag off the wooden post, and the hound began ripping it apart with her serrated teeth. A cloud of straw started forming from the vicious assault, obscuring what was happening. The hound didn’t stop attacking, continuing to rip and tear at the bag until the sight of her was completely blocked by the straw flying through the air. If the bag of straw had been a person, or another collar pet, they would have been dead in moments.
“Enough,” Abdul said, laughing out loud, “I can’t even see her anymore. That hound is a monster.”
“Shadow Lance stop!” the mote of command raced down the leash into the cloud of straw. Jessica couldn’t see it touch the hound’s collar, but presumably Shadow Lance stopped tearing apart what was left of the bag.
“Shadow Lance follow!” Jessica commanded.
The hound came out of the cloud of straw with her tongue lolling off to the side. She was happily obeying the command from the collar. As Shadow Lance approached, Jessica could see the devoted look in the hound’s eyes. She was focused on Jessica, waiting and eager for the next command.
“Good job Shadow Lance,” Jessica said, pressing the treat command on her wristband. The hound paused for a moment, happily enjoying a surge of reward hormones as she received her treat. The command from the collar was similar to giving the hound a piece of kibble or similar piece of food. As the hound reached her, Jessica got down on one knee.
“I guess this is goodbye,” she whispered kissing the animal on the top of the head, “Die well!”
The hound didn’t understand her, but she did the take the opportunity to lick Jessica’s face one more time. Pushing away the impromptu face wash, Jessica pressed the fifth and final button on her wristband.
“Shadow Lance return!” she commanded.
The glowing mote of command didn’t have far to go before it reached the hound’s collar. Shadow Lance froze in place, seemingly outlined in light, before dissolving into a cloud of glowing cinders that were quickly pulled into the collar. The collar then leapt through the air the short distance to Jessica’s waiting hand. Shadow Lance was now in storage within the collar, waiting to be summoned at the push of a button, eternally patient. Jessica’s wiped at her face, her vision blurry through her tears.
“Two hundred and fifty credits plus a replacement capture device, as we agreed,” Abdul said, holding out his tablet.
Jessica finished wiping at her eyes and pulled out her own tablet. The two computers made a digital handshake and the money was transferred. Jessica handed over Shadow Lance’s collar as Abdul held out a similar but empty capture device in return.
“You shouldn’t fall in love with them,” Abdul said, “They don’t live long.”
“You get the best training when you care about them,” Jessica replied.