I’m tired. Almost every evening now, I try to prepare for life in a household of two. It’s exhausting, so I watch some TV on the couch. My eyes are heavy and I drop the remote when I can’t stay awake.

I should go to my bedroom, but the couch is too comfortable to get up. The remote falls to the floor again. There is nothing on TV anyway. Earlier in the day, I had taken my collar off to clean it. Now I don’t know where I put it down. It feels strange not wearing it.

Next to me is the box with my Swedish Collar, the heavy one. I haven’t fallen asleep without my collar in ages. Actually, not for over a year when I had to send it back for repair. This is not the time to go look for it. What the heck, nothing is going to happen if I put on the heavy collar. I’m just going to rest, maybe make it over into the bedroom.

I’m so tired, I struggle to put on the collar. I must have gained some weight again. It seems to be more snug than earlier. It actually fits better. Another benefit of being pregnant.

The next morning, I wake up, still on the couch. The collar securely around my neck. I have to get up, get ready for class, but the little magnet that allows me to open the collar is nowhere to be found. Shit, I can’t go out like this! I search and get a bit frantic. Then I remember.

I hadn’t worn the heavy collar in a while. Last time I wore it was to show Sierra what it looks like. We hadn’t seen each other in a while but I felt so horny that I needed someone to play with me. Sierra was more than willing to oblige. Oh, god, she is so good.

It slowly comes back to me. As a reward for getting me to multiple orgasms, she wanted the magnetic key to the collar. Sort of as insurance that I would call her again. She does not like to be ignored. She knew that I would eventually put the collar back on and was dependent on her to get it off again.

Now I need her help and I need it quickly. I call her and fortunately, she answers. It’s still pretty early, well before her normal wake-up time, but I have to get ready for school. She is nice. I was worried she might be grumpy if I woke her up, but I didn’t have a choice. Her voice showed no signs of sleepiness, let alone anger.

I ask if she can come by and bring me the key. Explaining how I ended up falling asleep with my heavy collar locked around my neck took too long, so I cut right to the chase. Her answer is baffling. There was no need to call her at all. I don’t remember, but she said her brother had returned it to me. My recollection fails me completely.

I look inside the box one more time, and there it is. How could I have missed it before? Getting the magnet in the right position is always a bit of a pain. More so when I’m in a rush and slightly frazzled. No matter where I place it, nothing happens. What should happen is that I place the magnet against the corner of the front shield, and that allows me to unlock the plate and open the collar. Nothing. No amount of pushing or pulling is making the collar move.

With rising panic, I call Sierra back. “It’s not working, Sierra!” I’m not subtle. Knowing her brother, he probably played one of his cruel jokes on me and returned the wrong key. I curse at her. Something that is never a good idea with Sierra. She hangs up on me. Now I’m fucked.

There is only one person to call. Antonio. He is Sierra’s brother. A real sadist. Part of the mafia, I’m sure, and I’m already in trouble with him. But I don’t see any other way out. So, I call him, it’s still way too early to be waking people up. He already threatened to have my body modified when I give birth and I’m not entirely sure he wasn’t serious. He knows people who do those sorts of things.

He picks up the phone. I expected him to be upset, but he isn’t. Turns out, Sierra had already given him a heads-up. He’s not giving me any time to talk. He’s just very dry when he explains the trouble I’m in.

Sierra had given him the key. As part of his experiments, he replaced the magnet with one of his own makings. He somehow managed to link the key up to my we-vibe app, which I can synch with anyone around the world. It is one of my favorite toys. He asks me to look at the app.

I get my other phone, open the app, and immediately see a request to grant access to another user. I click ‘OK’. That must have worked, at least it now tells me that I’m synched with another user. I plead with Antonio to unlock the collar. I’m already late. ‘Click’. No, it’s not the collar. This fucking idiot just hangs up on me!

My phone still has the connection standing. Maybe he just wants me to struggle a bit. He is a true sadist and enjoys seeing his victims torment more than the actual punishment. My phone rings. It’s Sierra.

How the fuck did she get connected to my app? I tell her about my call to Antonio. She is not surprised. Now she has control over my collar. She can open it, when she chooses, or just leave it locked. If we lose our connection, the magnet will not activate and I’m stuck. There is no running away from this one.

‘What the fuck do you want from me?” Again, being rude with Sierra usually backfires. I apologize for my outburst. She knows how to get under my skin, literally. She knows how to play with my body like it was her own. She is also into body modifications. I’m wondering what price I will have to pay this time.

There is only one this she wants this morning, my orgasm. She wants to control when I come, how I come, and whether I come at all. She’s already connected to my app. Now she wants me to use my latest toy from we-vibe, like the ‘womanizer’, but with the settings and intensity controlled from a distance.

We switch over to a video chat so she can see what I’m doing. She wants me to orgasm in front of her. The only problem is that she controls the intensity, all while she’s watching me. She’s sick; and hot.

I lay back on the couch and begin to play with my clit. I’m already dripping wet. The ‘melt‘ has its name for a reason. It gentle sucks on my clit, better than any man could. And Sierra controls the intensity and the frequency of the suction while watching me. It’s cruel and it’s hot.

Masturbating in front of Sierra was not new for me. Now she is not only watching me but also controlling my orgasm! And I need to come soon. I don’t have much time left or I miss one of my exams. With the stimulator placed right over my clit, I can feel Sierra playing with me. All I can do is focus on getting an orgasm; quickly.

She turns up the power and the suction on my clit intensifies. Oh, fuck does this feel good. She plays with the frequency, I struggle to get into a good rhythm. I’m almost there, just a little longer and I’m about to come!

‘Fuck’, I scream at her. She dialed the intensity way back just as I was about to come. I could have used my hands but was afraid she would then leave the collar locked around my neck. Sierra only plays by her rules.

She starts over again, this time I reach the point of feeling my climax coming much faster. The collar around my neck is tight, I can feel my own pulse on my neck. I’m sweating. She’s keeping the intensity up and I’m sure this time I can climax if she just gives me a few more seconds.

‘Oh, shit, Sierra, let me come, please’ I yell into the phone. She keeps the vibrations up and seconds later, I have a fabulous orgasm ripping through my body. I don’t even notice that she has long turned the vibrations off. I’m just resting in the afterglow of the best orgasm I’ve had in weeks.

I only realize a few minutes later that Sierra had hung up. The connection to my ‘we-vibe’ was no longer there. Fuck, what if she didn’t activate the magnet? Panic sets in again as I’m trying to open the fucking collar so that I can finally get on my way.

She did it again. She has her fun, uses me for her amusement, and then lets me deal with the consequences. It’s far from the first time. Now I’m fucked. Either I miss my exam, or I try my best to cover up as much as I can and go out.

I’m still wiped out from the past half an hour, the fabulous orgasm, and the panic-filled search for a way to get this collar off. I don’t think I can take more for today. I close my eyes for just a few seconds.

The alarm on my phone goes off. It’s 6:30 a.m. and I’m in my bed as usual. What the fuck just happened?