A while ago (honestly I couldn’t tell you how long), master put a hypnocollar on my pretty little neck.
The first time he did this, I enjoyed it at the beginning, but became anxious about it, and quickly asked him to take it off.
The next time however, when I was ready for it, I asked for him to put the collar on me again. Actually, I didn’t ask, I begged for it, and that made all the difference. Master expected that, like other subs of his in the past, the collar would go away after a couple hours, or at the very least after I went to bed. However, to his pleasant surprise, although he put it on me at least a few weeks ago, I am still wearing it with pride. Since he put it on me, it hasn’t faded, but become more and more realistic, as I submit more and more.
My collar makes me submissive
My collar makes me feel secure
My collar makes me feel useful
My collar makes me a fucktoy
My collar makes me a puppy slut
My collar makes me a whore
My collar makes me a good girl
And god, I never wanna be anything else