Collar Girls - Blowjob Training
by Agent Doiron
Copyright© 2026 by Agent Doiron
Mind Control Sex Story: A mind control collar teaches Maggie to enjoy giving blowjobs. 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 Consensual Mind Control Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction BDSM DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Oral Sex .
She was completely naked, kneeling on a wooden stand. She was on display. A digital clock above her head was counting down from the two-minute mark. Her brown hair was up, styled into a bun with wisps of hair artfully framing her face. Her makeup was perfectly applied, smoky eyes and full moist lips, with blush coloring her cheeks. The makeup didn’t end at her neckline. Foundation was applied to her body, along with contouring and highlights. It accented her natural curves, not that she needed the help. She had full hips and large breasts that were unnaturally perky. The only piece of jewelry she was wearing was a thick silver collar, tight around her neck. She was smiling, apparently happy to be naked in public.
The clock above her head ticked down to zero. As it did, she began to move. She had perfect timing, without seemingly being able to see the clock. She spread her legs and then arced her back, reaching backwards to place her elbows on the display stand. With her hands, she grabbed her feet. Her body was now folded so that she was resting on her knees and elbows, facing upwards. She held that position, breathing normally. Her movements weren’t robotic. She wasn’t trying to hold perfectly still. She was just showing off her flexibility. In the process, she was showing off a lot more. With her legs open, and her nudity, she was offering a clear view of her womanhood. She was swollen and obviously aroused. The clock reset to two minutes and began counting down again.
Bryan looked away, his eyes roaming the hallway, trying to make it appear like he wasn’t staring at the naked woman at the end of the hall. He was sitting in a row of chairs set against the wall, outside of an ornate wooden door.
“It’s okay if you look at her,” Maggie said from the chair next to him. She accented her words with a playful elbow into his ribs, “She’s there to be watched.”
He glanced over at the woman next to him. She nodded to him, indicating that she was serious. There was a smile on her face, with a little bit of laughter in her eyes. That light in her eyes, her constant amusement with him, was one of the reasons he married her.
“Are you sure she isn’t a slave?” Bryan asked, “That’s the sort of thing you would make a slave girl do.”
“No, she isn’t a slave. She’s a collar girl, silly. She can take the collar off any time she wants to. The collar isn’t forcing her to put herself on display, it’s just rewarding her for doing it. That little ritual is supposed to be a celebration of the pillars of the faith; Obedience, beauty, love, and the ebb and flow of the tides,” Maggie replied.
“There’s always someone who giggles or laughs when the priestess mentions the pillar of obedience. It’s like there’s an inside joke I’m not getting,” Bryan said.
“Yeah, I asked one of the priestesses about that,” Maggie replied, “She said that the goddess is a deity of the mysteries, and that I must discover the answers for myself. Apparently, telling me why they’re laughing would cheat me of my journey.”
“I guess it’s our journey now,” he said. She reached over and took his hand in hers, giving him a happy bump with her shoulder at his remark.
“Margaret Thompson, we’re ready to see you now,” a woman said using Maggie’s full name.
Bryan looked over to see that the ornate wooden door had opened while he was distracted. A tall woman stood in the doorway, wearing thin robes which flowed around her in a gentle breeze. She was slender and wearing some sort of skintight bodysuit underneath the robe. A belt around her waist supported two large pouches, and she had long dirty blonde hair, styled to hang over one shoulder. As with the collar girl on the display stand, she had perfect makeup which accentuated her full lips.
“Oh, priestess Josephine, I’ve told you before, please call me Maggie,” Maggie said with a smile as she climbed to her feet. She pulled Bryan up with her.
“All right, Maggie. The high priestess has agreed to see you,” priestess Josephine said, returning the smile.
The breeze gusted, causing the priestesses long hair to float ephemerally around her head before falling back down again. The sudden breeze struck Bryan as odd since they were indoors and there wasn’t a breeze in the hallway until the priestess arrived. He shrugged it off as priestess Josephine ushered them through the door.
The room on the other side of the door was of moderate size. There was a wooden stand in the corner, similar to the one in the hallway, minus the naked woman. Next to the stand, a pair of marble pedestals held collars in glass display cases. On one side of the room a couch and a couple of chairs were set up around a small table. Opposite the table and chairs was a desk. A woman stood up from behind the desk.
She was wearing a thin flowing robe, the same style as the one priestess Josephine had on, but it didn’t look like she was wearing anything underneath. The shadow of her legs could be seen through the robe with no sign of a slip, or underwear for that matter. She had curly blonde hair, and a strikingly beautiful face. Her robes struggled to hide her curves.
“High priestess, I would like to introduce Margaret and Bryan Thompson,” priestess Josephine said.
“It’s nice to finally meet you,” the high priestess said, “I’ve seen both of you in services, but we haven’t had the opportunity to speak.”
“Priestess Josephine has been seeing to our needs,” Maggie replied.
“Please have a seat,” the woman said, gesturing to the couch.
“Thank you,” Maggie replied. She walked over to the couch, drawing Bryan with her by the hand. They sat down together, with Maggie continuing to hold his hand. He could tell that she was nervous.
The two priestesses took the chairs, sitting at a comfortable distance. They were close enough that no one would need to raise their voices, but far enough away not to be crowding. A pleasant breeze gusted through the office.
“Priestess Josephine has explained a bit of your situation,” the high priestess said, “But why don’t you tell me about the problem in your own words.”
“Ummm, okay,” Maggie replied, shifting nervously, “It’s a problem in the bedroom. You see Bryan here goes down on me, ummm, I mean he uses his mouth to give me pleasure.”
“Of course,” the high priestess said, as if this was a normal subject of conversation.
“As he should,” priestess Josephine commented.
“The problem is that I can’t reciprocate,” Maggie finished.
“You can’t?”
“I get grossed out,” Maggie explained, “I want to be able to give him a blowjob, but that’s where his pee comes out. No matter how clean he is, I can’t help thinking that I’m going to have urine in my mouth. That’s disgusting. So, I freeze up, and that kills the mood.”
“Maggie, you don’t have to...” Bryan started, squeezing her hand.
“I know I don’t have to,” she said, interrupting him while squeezing back, “But I want to. I want to be able to give you a blowjob.”
“You are both part of our congregation now. We are here to help you,” The high priestess said, “Has priestess Josephine explained that this will require the use of a collar?”
“Yes,” Maggie replied, “But I don’t want to be trained by a trainer. I don’t want to suck a stranger’s dick. I only want to suck my husband’s ... Well, I want to have the desire to suck my husband’s dick.”
Maggie blushed at her words, looking flustered. Bryan squeezed her hand again, not knowing what else to do. It was a strange conversation to be having.
“Have you considered obtaining a trainers license,” the high priestess asked, directing the question to Bryan.
“Yes,” he replied, “But that would take two years of full-time instruction to get my license, longer if I only study part time. I would need to give up my bakery to learn full time.”
“Do you love baking? Is it your passion?”
“It’s one of my passions, but I love my wife more,” Bryan replied.
“Well, it would be a sin to take you away from your passion if we didn’t need to,” the high priestess said, “Priestess Josephine has proposed a plan. It would involve capturing your wife under her supervision. Is this something you’re willing to do?”
“Yes,” Maggie said, “She’s explained her plan to me. I’m willing to try it.”
“That’s wonderful dear, but I’d like to hear from your husband as well,” the high priestess said.
“From me?” Bryan asked.
“This will mean that you have to perform sexually in the presence of priestess Josephine,” the high priestess explained, “Your wife will be in a collar, and she won’t care who is there to see her, but you won’t have that luxury. Are you willing to have sex in her presence.”
“I’ll do my best,” Bryan said with a nervous laugh, “To be honest, I’m still getting used to the idea of a religion that embraces sexuality.”
“Love is one of the four pillars of our religion. Lust is simply an aspect of love, one of the forms that it takes. The expression of lust, especially in a married couple, is sacred. I will do my best to help the two of you express your love for each other,” priestess Josephine said.
She sounded sincere, as if it was something she genuinely wanted to do. Maggie giggled. He looked over at her and saw that she was laughing at him. There were smiles from all three of the women. They were enjoying his discomfort.
“I have to say that I’ve never really understood the religions that reject sexuality,” the high priestess commented, “A religion should want their congregation to reproduce. The more sex that they have with each other, the more children are born, and thus the larger the congregation becomes. Why shame your flock for having sex with each other? It’s self-defeating.”
“How much will this cost us?” Bryan asked.
The high priestess looked at him quizzically. She seemed genuinely confused by the question. As for priestess Josephine, she sat back with her mouth open in surprise. Even the breeze flowing through the room seemed to pause as if puzzled.
“What?” the high priestess asked.
“I’m sure the price will be reasonable,” Maggie said, “But we just need to make sure...”
“There’s no money involved!” the high priestess growled, interrupting her, “You are both members of the congregation. What kind of church charges its members for services? What do you think we are, a corporation?”
She sounded insulted. There was an angry look on her face when she used the word corporation, which was understandable considering the history of the church.
“I’m sorry, high priestess,” Bryan said hastily.
“We didn’t mean to...” Maggie started.
“No! This is my fault,” priestess Josephine interrupted, “I should have explained things better.”
The high priestess still looked angry, but she nodded at Josephine’s words. She stood up gracefully, brushing at her skirt. The breeze seemed to play with her hair, blowing it away from her face. Priestess Josephine climbed to her feet, moving slowly as if to avoid provoking the high priestess. Seeing the two of them standing, Maggie and Bryan quickly got up as well.
“Well, if we have your permission,” Josephine said, “I’ll get them started.”
“Yes, please go ahead,” the high priestess replied, turning back to her desk. They were being dismissed. Josephine gestured them towards the door and followed them out into the hall. She shut the door carefully behind her.
“Okay, that could have gone better,” she said.
“Again, I’m sorry,” Bryan said, “I really didn’t mean any offence.”
“Don’t worry about it. You accidentally hit a sore spot,” priestess Josephine explained, “Please follow me.”
She led them down the hall to a set of double doors. The doors connected to a second hallway. The breeze gusted as she walked, seemingly playing with her hair.
“As a baker, I have to constantly watch my expenses. Customers and suppliers do the same. It was only natural for me to assume there would be a charge,” Bryan said as they walked. It wasn’t important, but he felt like he needed to explain himself.
The priestess nodded and smiled, leading them up to another set of doors. Inside was a large fitness centre. There was a lap pool and a hot tub at one end, a walking track around the outside of the room, weight machines, and a couple of treadmills. There were exercise machines that Bryan didn’t recognise, as well as a padded area that looked like it was for gymnastics. Priestess Josephine led them over to a bench next to the padded area.
“Shall we get started?” Josephine asked.
“Now?” Maggie asked, sounding surprised.
“No time like the present,” Josephine replied.
Maggie looked at Bryan, making eye contact. There was a question in her eyes. Did he want to do it now? He looked around the room. It was a big facility, but they were alone. It was just the three of them. He shrugged and gestured to her, silently saying that he was willing if she was. She nodded and turned to the priestess.
“Okay, let’s do this,” Maggie said.
“Great,” Josephine replied. She reached down into a small cabinet under the bench, “What’s your favorite flavor hun? I’ve got chocolate, banana, cherries, and vilsang.”
“Ummm, chocolate I guess,” Maggie replied.
Priestess Josephine pulled a small vial and a package of disposable wash cloths out of the cabinet, placing them on the bench. Next, she reached into one of the pouches at her waist, drawing out a device. It consisted of a wristband shaped handle, connected by a short rigid post, to what looked like an open silver ring. The silver ring was a collar. It was open and ready for a human neck. Priestess Josephine was holding a capture device. Maggie instinctively took a step away from the threatening object.
“Do you know how this works?” Josephine asked Maggie.
“Umm, I think so. The collar goes around my neck, and it puts nanites in my brain,” Maggie replied.
“No, no, there’s no nanites. There’s no such thing,” Josephine laughed, “That’s a common misconception. The collar puts nanofibers inside your brain, not nanites. The nano is a reference to their size. Each fiber is one hundred thousand times smaller than a human hair, small enough to slip between your neurons. Each fiber is connected to the collar and has millions of sensors on it. Using the fibers, the collar maps your mind.”
“My mind?”
“Yes,” Josephine replied, “It’s able to read who you are. It will map out all your memories, your thoughts, and your dreams. It will be able to perfectly read your mind.”
“Oh wow!”
“That’s how it’s going to help us. While the collar is in your mind, it can make temporary changes,” Josephine explained.
“Temporary?” Bryan asked.
“Yes,” Josephine replied, “We aren’t reprogramming your wife, or anything crazy like that. We’re just going to give Maggie a pleasurable experience so that she has positive associations with giving you a blowjob. We can build off that. Okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” Maggie replied.
Josephine held the capture device out towards Maggie, offering for her to take it. Maggie visibly took a moment to work up her courage and then stepped forward taking the device gingerly in her hands.
“All right Maggie. Rotate the handle clockwise,” Josephine said, gesturing so that Maggie knew what she intended. As Maggie rotated the handle, the shaft extended so that the device was about a meter in length.
“It says medium sized animal,” Maggie said with a grin, looking at a small display on the handle, “Am I a medium sized animal?”
“Turn this part of the handle here,” Josephine gestured. Maggie followed her instructions.
“Now it says human,” Maggie commented.
“If you’re certain you want to go through with this, then give the capture device to your husband,” Josephine said. Maggie smiled nervously and then gingerly passed the device over to Bryan. He took it from her hands.
“Stand with your feet shoulder width apart,” Josephine instructed Maggie, “Facing towards him. Keep your chin up and straight above your sternum.”
Josephine took a minute to position Maggie so that she was standing straight with her chin up and her neck exposed. Then she turned to Bryan. Reaching out, she positioned the capture device in his hand so that the wristband handle was wrapped around his wrist and the shaft was in his hand.
“I’ve disabled most of the functions,” Josephine said, “You won’t be putting your wife in storage or leading her around on a leash. The reward button will still work though. Maggie will enjoy that.”
The wristband had a small digital display and a star shaped pattern of five buttons on it. Four of the five buttons were dark, but the small button in the middle was glowing faintly. The display said ‘human’ and ‘ready’.
“This is a good time to remind both of you,” Josephine said, “Capture is always consensual. All Maggie has to do is say that she wants to be free, and we will release her, right?”
“Uhh, yes?” Bryan replied.
“Do you understand Maggie?” Josephine asked, “The moment you want out, just say you want to be free, and we will free you, okay?”
“Yes, all right,” Maggie said, sounding a little hesitant.
“You don’t need to do this, dear,” Bryan said.
“Oh, shut up,” she replied, “I’m doing this.”
“Now, if you get scared,” Josephine said, “And you really want out, please don’t grab at the collar while telling us to free you. There’s a fail safe on the collar. If you are touching the collar, while verbally expressing a desire to be free, and thinking you want to be free, then the fail safe will kick in. Accidentally activating the fail safe would be a bad thing. So, remember not to touch the collar when asking to be free. Otherwise, I’ll have a whole lot of forms to fill out, and the high priestess will get mad at me.”
She was keeping things light, but it was clear that priestess Josephine was serious. Bryan didn’t know much about the collars, but he knew about the fail safe. There were some famous cases where a collar girl used the fail safe to escape abuse. In all those cases the police and the courts came down on the side of the collar girl.
“Now, Maggie, it can be very disorienting to be captured. When the nanofibers slip through your brain it will cause errant signals which create weird sensations. That’s normal and harmless,” Josephine said.
“Okay,” Maggie replied.
“The collar is going to grab your throat in an iron grip. Being captured isn’t gentle, nor should it be. It will be uncomfortable, but not painful. Are you ready?” Josephine asked.
“Ummm, yes, I think so?” Maggie said.
She looked apprehensive. Bryan wanted to repeat himself, to tell her that she didn’t have to go through with it, but he didn’t think she would take that well. She was standing with her feet shoulder width apart and her arms by her side. She had her chin extended, exposing her throat.
“Now, husband,” Josephine said, speaking to Bryan, “Touch the inside of the ring to her throat. Make sure that you line the handle up with her chin.”
Maggie offered him a tentative smile as Bryan followed the instructions. He extended his arm, lining the capture device up with Maggie’s throat.
“Deep breath Maggie,” Josephine said.
As Bryan gently pressed the inside of the ring to her throat, she took a deep breath in through her mouth. Nothing happened for a moment. Suddenly, the collar clamped shut, hard. It was around her throat, a merciless metal band tight around her neck. Maggie’s eyes went wide as her mouth gaped. She looked like she couldn’t breathe. It was strangling her.
Bryan instinctively moved to help her, but the band around his wrist stopped him. It was clamped tight onto his arm. It was still connected to the collar by the metal shaft, keeping his arm from getting any closer to Maggie.
The expression of fear on her face softened. Maggie’s eyes crossed, making her look dazed and confused. Moments later, the shaft connecting his wrist and her throat seemed to dissolve, leaving behind a red band of light that looked like a leash. Bryan could move his arm again, but Maggie no longer looked like she needed help. A few seconds later she took an unsteady step backwards. She breathed out loudly, shaking her head. The collar was skintight around her neck, but apparently she could breathe again.
“Wow! That was intense,” she exclaimed, reaching a hand to her neck to touch the collar.
“Are you okay,” Bryan asked. The red leash faded out of sight. He could still sense it, connecting his wrist to her throat, but it was no longer visible.
“Yeah, yeah I’m good,” Maggie said, “This thing, it’s in my mind. I can feel it. It wants me to say something.”
“It wants you to complete the process and acknowledge him as your master,” Josephine explained.
“Master?” Bryan asked, surprised at the word.
“That’s how the collar works. She’s a collar girl while she’s wearing the collar. You are her master, or at least you will be once she acknowledges. It’s the final step, designed to make sure a woman isn’t captured against her will.”
“From husband to master, don’t get used to...” Maggie started, but her eyes went out of focus again and she trailed off as she spoke.
“Yup,” Josephine remarked, “As a married couple, that’s about all it takes to acknowledge.”
Maggie shook her head, coming out of whatever mental trance she slipped into. Her eyes focused on him. As he watched, her pupils dilated. She licked her lips and a flush colored her cheeks. She looked like she was aroused. Maggie started to reach for him with her hand, but her eyes focused on the sleeve of her blouse on her arm. She immediately reached down with both hands and pulled her top off over her head, throwing it carelessly to the ground. She was wearing a white push-up bra.
“What are you doing?” Bryan asked.
“Taking off these uncomfortable clothes,” Maggie replied. She unzipped her pants and dropped them to the ground, stepping out of her shoes so that she could fit them off over her feet. She wasn’t trying to be sexy about it. She was just taking her clothing off as efficiently as possible.
“What? Why?” Bryan asked.
“Collar girls are supposed to be naked, silly,” Maggie replied in a matter-of-fact tone. She pulled her bra up over her head, undoing the clasp and dropping it on the floor.
“You don’t need to...” Bryan started.
“Actually, yes she does,” Josephine interrupted, “The collar is encouraging her to take her clothes off. A collar girls’ nudity helps to communicate her vulnerability. By always being naked, nobody can hide the fact that she’s wearing a collar. It helps to prevent abuse and emphasises the responsibility that her master has for her.”
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