Collar Girls - Jessica's Story
Copyright© 2026 by Agent Doiron
Chapter 4: Jessica’s Faith
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 4: Jessica’s Faith - 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
White Adder stood attentively waiting for her master’s command. He was a wonderful master, and she was focused on him. She needed to pay attention because they were doing something very important together. He was the center of her world. The matrix overlaying her mind gently hummed, encouraging her and helping her focus.
Her master was a big man, almost two meters in height. He kept his hair short on the sides, with the rest of it slicked back so that it reached halfway down his neck. He was showing a bit of stubble, even though she watched him shave only a few hours ago. His tight collared shirt looked like it was painted on his muscular frame. He was smiling at her. She was a good collar girl for making her master happy.
“Okay White Adder, recite your mantra,” he ordered.
“My name is White Adder,” she replied immediately, “I am a collar girl. I am property that belongs to my master Bruno.”
The words flowed smoothly, without any difficulties. Her master smiled encouragingly. A thrill went through her and happiness spread from an infusion of reward hormones. She was pleasing her master.
“Again,” he ordered.
“My name is White Adder. I am a collar girl. I am property that belongs to my master Bruno,” she repeated without hesitation.
“Focus,” Bruno said, “I want you to believe it. Accept the words as you say them. They are your world. I want you to genuinely believe what you are saying.”
“Yes master,” she replied.
“White Adder, recite your mantra,” he ordered.
“My name is White Adder,” she said, focusing on the words. This part wasn’t difficult. She was able to believe that she was White Adder. The name was part of who she was, a role that she played. Her mind and the matrix overlaying it were in agreement.
“I am a collar girl,” she continued. She was wearing a collar, which made her a collar girl. Collar girls were precious to the Goddess, and she truly loved the Goddess. There was no disagreement between her mind and the matrix that the collar was projecting into her thoughts.
“I am property that belongs to my master Bruno,” she finished.
She focused on the words, trying to make them true. The matrix bore down on her mind, helping to control her thinking. Despite their combined efforts, a memory welled up. She was on her knees. Her master was going to sell her to another man. Another memory came through, older, but connected to the first by a common theme. She was on her knees, aching, and bleeding, as her master forced her to crawl through the snow. A noise started in her throat. She cut it off before she upset Bruno.
“Again,” he ordered.
She tried, she really tried to obey him, but the memories kept welling up. It was abuse from previous masters. Men and women who treated her like property that could be broken and discarded at a whim. She didn’t want to be property. The matrix in her mind kept trying to make her believe. The command from her master plus the push of the matrix was forcing her thoughts into the right frame. The noise came from her throat again. This time it was obvious that she was whimpering.
“Stop!” Bruno commanded before softening his voice, “You’re a good collar girl. You’re doing a great job. It’s okay. I’m here.”
He caressed her sides as he spoke. A surge of hormones from the combined touch and praise momentarily took her breath away. Happiness chased away the awful memories. She was pleasing him. She was doing a good job. His hand brushed down her side, causing her naked breast to shift and jiggle. She was completely naked of course, as a collar girl should be. A growing warmth was forming between her legs. Her master was good to her. The pleasure from his touch chased away the mental pain.
“My name is White Adder...” she started again without prompting.
“No, stop!” her master interrupted her.
“Master, I have to,” she whined at him.
He had his tablet in his hands. He didn’t argue with her, he didn’t need to. He was choosing to end the argument before it began.
“White Adder I release you,” he said, verbally confirming the command he was giving her collar with the tablet.
A mote of light raced from his wristband, down her leash, towards her throat. She took a step back, but she couldn’t escape it. The light struck her throat and the collar that was wrapped around her neck made a clicking sound. The matrix overlaying her mind began to retreat, returning her thoughts back to her control. She wasn’t a collar girl. Her name wasn’t White Adder. She was Jessica Addler. She definitely wasn’t property and Bruno was her boyfriend not her master. The world became fuzzier as the enhanced senses from the collar faded. Everything became just a little less beautiful.
“Damnit. I need to get through that,” Jessica complained.
“You need to take it slow,” Bruno replied, speaking in a soothing tone.
“I’ll never be able to properly surrender to the divine if I can’t surrender to the man I trust,” she argued.
“You know more about the Goddess than I do. So, tell me something. Is she impatient?” he asked. She glared at him, refusing to dignify the question with a response.
“Then we’re going to take this slow,” he said, “In the meantime, we have somewhere to be.”
“Ugh,” she grunted.
“You promised Rosie,” he said.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming. I don’t need to like it though,” she replied, reaching for her clothing.
It didn’t take long to reach the restaurant. Walking with her arm linked through Bruno’s, Jessica looked the place over. It was a terrace restaurant, open to the air, perfect for lunch on a peaceful summer day. A vine covered wall surrounded the terrace, blocking line of sight from the street. A large sign identified it as Giovani’s. There was a smaller ‘adults only’ sign at the entrance. It was a collar girl friendly establishment.
Jessica was wearing a sundress that hung loosely off her shoulders, showing generous cleavage. It was made from thin cotton, and it ended well above her knees. The light green color contrasted nicely with her auburn hair and pale skin. She took the time to lather on sunblock before they left. She didn’t need any more freckles, thank you very much. Her trainer pouches hung from around her waist.
They walked inside, stepping around a screen that was positioned to block line of sight from the street. Inside, the restaurant was spacious. The tables were small but spread out, with vines and other plants forming natural barriers between tables. There was an illusion of privacy and intimacy. There were men and women sitting at the tables, with a few collar girls doting on their masters.
At one table, a middle-aged couple sat in close proximity, fully clothed, but kissing like they weren’t intending to be for long. They were oblivious to the world around them. At the next table, an overweight woman in a sundress was lounging on a sofa. She was being fed grapes by a second woman who was wearing nothing but a collar. She was a collar girl, focused on her master. She carefully skinned each grape before sliding it into her master’s mouth. She was smiling happily, clearly enjoying the skin contact as her master fondled her naked breasts.
A waitress started moving towards them, but Jessica spotted Rosie sitting at a table. She pointed and the waitress waved them in that direction. Jessica wasn’t entirely sure why they were meeting at Giovani’s, but Rosie was insistent on wanting the meeting.
Rosie was a middle-aged woman with blonde hair, streaked with gray. She was dressed in slacks and a light-colored blouse that left her arms bare. She was speaking animatedly with a young woman sitting next to her, the muscles in Rosie’s arms still visible despite it having been years since she fought in the games. The young woman was in her mid twenties. She was a bit pudgy, dressed in a thin sweater over a long pleated skirt. Her appearance was very plain, without any obvious makeup and little in the way of visible curves. She looked like the kind of person who didn’t put much thought into her appearance.
Rosie and the young woman both stood up as they arrived. Jessica stepped in to give Rosie a quick hug as a hello. Bruno was more circumspect with a friendly nod.
“Jessica, I would like to introduce you to Amy Stowaway,” Rosie said, gesturing to the stranger.
They shook hands awkwardly. The last name was familiar for Jessica, but she couldn’t place it, and there wasn’t any context being offered. The four of them sat down together, with Jessica between Bruno and Rosie. Amy was seated across the table.
The waitress arrived in a sweep of naked olive skin as they settled into their seats. She was wearing a half-apron with the Giovani’s logo on it, a mini skirt, and little else. Her large breasts were unusually round and stood out from her chest in an unnatural way. Little silver rings hung from her nipples and there was a visible seam around each of her areola. A similar seam ran along her right temple to the corner of her eye. A silver collar hung loose around her neck.
“Are we ready to order?” the woman asked.
Jessica did her best not to scowl at the cybernetically augmented waitress. She needed to keep her prejudices to herself. If the woman wanted to significantly decrease her life expectancy by embracing the gifts of the machine god, then that was her choice. It certainly wasn’t one that Jessica was going to make. She pulled out her tablet and accessed the restaurant’s menu as Amy and Rosie ordered their lunch. Bruno leaned over and read from Jessica’s tablet.
“Your menu says that it’s collar girl friendly, but I’ve been in and out of storage all week. I need to be certain,” Jessica said.
She wasn’t trying to be a difficult customer. The process of going into storage destroyed the intestinal bacteria needed for normal digestion. If she ate food that wasn’t properly prepared, then she could get extremely sick.
“In that case, avoid any meat dishes or heavy carbs,” the waitress replied, “I recommend the fruit salad or the summer salad. Either way, I’ll bring you a small bowl of sweet yogurt to start.”
Jessica knew not to go for meat, but the waitress’s answer convinced her that the restaurant knew what it was doing. She picked the fruit salad, Bruno made his order, and the waitress was on her way.
“Do you think she was a real collar girl?” Amy asked after she left.
“No,” Jessica replied.
“Not a chance,” Bruno said simultaneously.
“Oh, that’s disappointing. It would be better if they used real collar girls as waitresses,” Amy said, her eyes lingering on the woman as she checked on a nearby table.
“Well, that’s an awful idea,” Jessica sneered, “A collar girl is always focused on her master. Waitresses need to juggle priorities and focus on multiple people in quick succession. A collar girl as a waitress would be a disaster.”
Amy looked down, apparently embarrassed by the criticism of her idea. Jessica winced inwardly. She didn’t intend to be bitchy, but sometimes she said things without considering how it would make people feel. She was working on it.
“Jessica, I’d like to get to the business at hand. Amy here has a problem,” Rosie said. That sounded ominous, but she owed a lot to Rosie. The least she could do was listen. She gestured for Amy to go ahead.
“So, ummm, my brother is a merchant, and he’s been convicted of a number of crimes. One of them is collar girl abuse...” the young woman started.
“An important point,” Rosie interrupted, “Is that Amy was not involved in any of these crimes, including the abuse.”
“We’ve shared our finances since we were kids,” Amy explained, “It’s a family business. The fines are ruinous. They’ll destroy the business. I’ll be left with nothing.”
“Okay, that sounds like it sucks, but what does it have to do with me?” Jessica asked.
“Hear her out,” Bruno said.
He reached across the table and took Jessica’s hand in both of his. She looked at him. He was focused on her. There was no confusion or curiosity. He knew why they were meeting with Amy. Jessica was the only one at the table who didn’t know what was going on.
“The local temple of the Goddess has offered an alternative to the fines,” Amy continued, “I can allow myself to be captured and spend six months as a collar girl. I’ll receive training, learn what it’s like to wear a collar. The idea is that I will prove that I’ve learned my lesson and I won’t be involved in collar girl abuse again.”
“What happens if you don’t make it six months?” Jessica asked, dreading the answer.
“If I take off the collar for any reason, then I receive the full fine,” Amy replied, confirming Jessica’s fear.
“Don’t do it,” she said.
“I can’t afford not to,” Amy replied.
“It’s extortion,” Jessica explained, “The collar should always be voluntary. Consent is a cornerstone of training.”
“It gets worse,” Rosie said, but the waitress reappeared with their food.
The service was unusually fast, but none of them ordered anything that required cooking. The waitress likely grabbed pre-made dishes from the kitchen. Everyone adjusted themselves at the table so that they could eat. Jessica started in on her yogurt. She disliked the consistency, but she needed the probiotics if she was going to eat anything else.
“Tell her the other part,” Rosie prompted after a couple of minutes of eating. Amy hesitated, blushing and looking away.
“It’s important,” Rosie pressed.
“I’ve never been with a man,” Amy whispered.
“You’re a virgin?” Jessica asked, her voice louder than she intended. Amy seemed to shrink into herself in embarrassment, but she nodded in the affirmative.
“They will ruin her,” Jessica hissed at Rosie through a mouthful of fruit, “You can’t let them do this.”
“That’s where you come in,” Rosie replied.
“What can I do?”
“If a trainer agrees to capture her, to train her, then she wouldn’t need to go to the temple for training,” Rosie explained, picking at her salad.
“No trainer in their right mind would agree to this. It’s abusive. Plus, there’s the danger of angering the church,” Jessica replied, plopping a grape into her mouth.
“It can’t be just any trainer. It would have to be someone who was directly affected by the criminal acts in order to have priority over the church,” Rosie continued.
“Then I can’t help her,” Jessica replied, “I don’t know anyone that her brother hurt.”
“Yes, you do,” Amy said sheepishly, “My brother is Malcolm Stowaway.”
Air hissed into Jessica’s mouth through her teeth. There was a rushing sensation in her head and a clattering sound as her spoon fell from her fingers. Her memory took her back to that moment. She was on the floor of Rosie’s bar, face down, held by a ‘stop’ command. Malcolm was negotiating her sale. She reached for a collar that wasn’t there. The words to activate the fail safe leaping to mind. She was too slow. She was always too slow, no matter how many times she remembered that awful day. The sense of betrayal and horror at what he tried to do to her came back at Amy’s words. She felt Bruno’s hand as he took hers.
“Breathe,” he said in a calming voice.
Malcolm tried to sell her. The buyer was going to ship her to another planet. For all intents and purposes, they tried to end her life. Amy was being fined for Jessica’s abuse.
“Remember,” Rosie said, “Amy had nothing to do with it.”
As Jessica took a calming breath, she realized that she didn’t have any animosity towards Amy. She hated Malcolm for what he tried to do to her, but the woman in front of her was innocent. No, that wasn’t quite right. She shared her finances with a criminal. She wasn’t innocent, but she didn’t do anything to hurt Jessica.
“Explain this to me,” she demanded through gritted teeth.
“You agree to train me for the next six months. We sign a contract. You teach me to be a collar girl. There’s a list of skills I need to learn,” she said, looking away and fumbling for her tablet.
“The list is reasonable for a girl who’s been captured for six months,” Rosie said, putting her hand on Amy’s arm and redirecting her.
“Ummm, right, and when we’re done, I get to keep my business,” Amy finished.
“Why would I do this?” Jessica asked, “Why would I put my life on hold for six months to help you?”
“You’ll be paid for your services,” Rosie answered, “I know you’re happy dancing at my bar, but I’m not paying you much, and dancing isn’t a career.”
“I’ve never done this before. I train collar pets, not collar girls,” Jessica argued.
“That’s not true. You have the experience,” Rosie replied.
“That was helping to train my fellow initiates. I was under the supervision of the priestesses.”
“That’s far more experience than most trainers have before their first collar girl. Plus, you’ve been in the collar. You know what it’s like on the other end of the leash,” Rosie said.
“If you don’t agree to train me then I have no other choice. I’ll go to the temple and let them train me,” Amy said. A chill went up Jessica’s spine at the thought.
“They will sell her virginity to the highest bidder,” Jessica said to Rosie, her voice dropping, “And if that doesn’t convince her to burn her way out of the collar, then they will torture her until she does.”
“Jessica,” Bruno said, “We talked about this.”
“I know you don’t believe me, but it was torture,” she snapped at him.
“It’s not that I don’t believe you,” Bruno replied.
“I read the transcript from the trial,” Amy said, “It sounded awful.”
“Yes, it was,” Jessica replied.
“There’s no question that what the priestesses did to you was awful,” Bruno said.
“The question is consent,” Rosie added, “The training Jessica was put through is pretty standard, mild by gladiator standards. The problem was a lack of consent. It’s the same as the difference between rough sex and rape. It’s always consent.”
“Crawling through broken glass is a question of consent?” Amy asked.
“Bruno and I both fought in the games. We were attacked by wild animals for the entertainment of a crowd. Without our consent, it would be considered torture. With our consent, it was spectacle.”
“But then why wasn’t it torture for Jessica?” Amy asked.
“During the trial, the temple lawyer argued that she didn’t use the fail safe and therefore she consented,” Rosie explained.
“The extortion they are using on Amy will work the same way,” Jessica interjected, moving the conversation away from her trauma, “They will argue that she can use the fail safe. That will give them a license to destroy her.”
“I won’t break,” Amy said.
“Everyone breaks,” Bruno replied.
“Jessica didn’t,” Amy countered.
“Oh dear,” Jessica said, looking down, “You have no idea what you’re talking about. I broke so many times. Don’t repeat this, but the priestesses know what they’re doing. If they want to be gentle, then they can break you without you even noticing, little pieces at a time. They can break you over and over again until you are a completely different person.”
“But then why did they torture you?” Amy asked.
That question brought Jessica’s thinking to a grinding halt. She wasn’t lying to Amy. The priestesses were skilled trainers. They could train a collar girl gently when they wanted to. Why didn’t they do the same to her? Why did they choose to hurt her?
“Jessica, I need an answer,” Rosie said. Jessica shook her head, clearing her thoughts.
“We had plans,” she replied, squeezing Bruno’s hand, “I was going to wear the collar for three months this time, work through my issues.”
“We can delay,” Bruno said, squeezing back, “Remember what we said about impatience.”
“But what about my dancing?” She asked, turning to Rosie.
“You can do it at the same time,” Rosie replied, “Teach her how to dance at the bar. There are plenty of people who would love to watch that.”
“No,” Jessica said, shaking her head, “I’ll need at least two weeks alone with her before I can bring her to the bar.”
“Then it’s agreed?” Rosie asked. Jessica slumped. She was already planning in her head how to train the young woman.
“Was there ever any real doubt?” she asked.
“I’ve prepared a contract,” Rosie said.
“Of course you have,” Jessica replied.
“Great, I just have to check with priestess Josephine first,” Amy said, reaching for her tablet.
“What? Why?” Jessica asked. Rosie looked equally confused.
“She advises me on all my major life decisions,” Amy replied, pressing on the display.
“She’s going to say no,” Jessica said.
“Yeah, hun, I don’t think you understand what we’re doing here,” Rosie added.
“She isn’t picking up,” Amy complained, pressing on the display again.
“I know this is none of my business,” Bruno added, “But do you really think it’s a good idea to ask permission from a priestess before you screw over her temple’s plans for you?”
Amy didn’t respond, stubbornly trying to call her priestess. Jessica shook her head. This was such a waste of time. She could have been back at her apartment, doing literally anything else, and it would have been more productive.
“I know how to get her to pick up,” she said.
“How?” Amy asked.
“Send her a message saying that you are having a crisis of faith and need your spiritual advisor before you make a life changing decision,” Jessica instructed. Amy typed in the message and sent it. Moments later the tablet chirped, indicating an incoming call.
“It worked,” Amy said in delight.
“Tell her...” Jessica started, instructing Amy in what to say.
“I’m going to sign a contract and let the White Adder capture me,” Amy said, repeating Jessica’s words as soon as the call connected. On the display in the tablet, Josephine laughed in genuine mirth.
“Heavens, I needed that,” Josephine said. As she spoke, Jessica got up from the table and walked around behind Amy, “I’m glad you still have your sense of humour. Look, I’m trying to find you a way out of this, but...”
Peering at the tablet over Amy’s shoulder, Jessica was able to see her face when priestess Josephine spotted her. Her mouth fell open in shock and she stopped talking.
“Hello Jojo, how have you been?” Jessica asked.
“Oh rot! You’re serious.”
That was all Jessica needed to hear. She stepped away from the table. Her meal wasn’t finished, but eating wasn’t the point of the meeting. She had no interest in sitting and listening to Amy talk to the priestess. Bruno got up and joined her, walking with her out of the restaurant.
As they left, they went past the table with the overweight woman and her collar girl. The woman was lounging comfortably while her collar girl dipped strawberries into chocolate and fed them to her. A sheen of moisture was visible between the collar girl’s legs. She was aroused and obviously enjoying her servitude to her master. It was how the collar girl and master relationship was supposed to work, both taking pleasure from their roles. It was domination and willing submission.
“I feel bad for her,” Bruno said as they stepped out onto the street and started walking away, “She’s so wrapped around a priestess that she can’t see what the temple is going to do to her.”