The collar came in the mail, no return address, in a flat, black box with a red silken ribbon. The outside was a silken velvet, almost soft enough to be mistaken for a choker or necklace were it not for the heavy ring clasped on its front. The inside... the inside was all steel and lacquer, covering bits of circuitry, sensors and cathodes that laced through the entirety of it in disturbingly precise detail.

Elle knew this collar. It had originally been designed as some sort of productivity aid for well to dos, before some sadist had gotten ahold of the design and put a lock on it. It had a direct spinal link in the back that tapped into nerve centers and interface tech that could read and interpret thoughts through complicated machine learning. Putting the two together, the collar could literally train the brain: think about a swear word, get a painful shock, until eventually your brain just stopped conceptualizing the word.

Which made it a submissives dream toy. Say "no" to a command? Dont drop to your knees when someone enters the room? Dress the wrong way? About to orgasm but not allowed? Punishment was immediate, forceful and legitimately reprogramming. And because it was in your head, it always knew when you were bad. Because *you* knew when you were bad.

She scanned the qr code on the box and pulled up the app. It operated on a list of rules, which could be added a few per day. The rules could be anything, like "Elle must think about sex once an hour". Roles could be assigned with different rules. You could also receive and send messages to your "owner", and even set daily tasks. Right now all the fields were empty.

It was a ludicrously expensive gift, and while she wondered who could have sent it - someone on the kinky chatrooms she frequented? A coworker who knew more than they should?

She bit her lip, unable to avoid the temptation of putting it on. She could do all kinds of things to herself, program herself like her dream mistress might. The possibilities She slid it over her neck and clicked it into place, feeling a sharp pinch in the back of her neck. A little *chunk* sounded as the collar locked in place.

Her phone beeped, and she looked at the readout.

Name: Elle

Rules: Elle may not remove, or plot to remove, her collar for any reason

"What…" she said, and reached up to touch the collar. *zzt*. Instantly, a shock wracked her body, driving her to her knees. Someone had already programmed the collar! She opened the app, looking for a safety switch…

*zzt*

The second shock was debilitatingly painful, driving her to her knees. She was trying to remove her collar, and her collar was telling her firmly not to. In her blind panic, she kept trying to think of ways to escape it, kept triggering it again and again, shock after shock driving her into the carpet sobbing as it punished her over and over. It was the worst few minutes of her life.

Eventually she calmed, slowed the shocks, wrested control of her head. She submitted. The collar would stay on. That was a fact of life now.

The question was, who had sent it?

Her phone beeped again, and a new rule popped up on the screen…

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Hello there! I *adore* this prompt and am currently looking for an additional dance partner to explore it again. I am looking for a femme or trans writer for a long term roleplay in which a poor unsuspecting victim is slowly reeducated into the perfect slave, slut, or toy by a mysterious and remote benefactor. This can be either for top or bottom (feel free to rename/redescribe your character if you're on bottom). I am looking for someone who wants to tell a story through a series of predicaments, creating tasks and adding rules slowly on the top and then posting reactions/deepening predicaments on the bottom, likely while bandying ideas for writing out of character. This can be towards one specific goal - the perfect bimbo, pet, doll, slut, or slave - or even a gal trained in multiple "roles" and switched between them to suit your fancy.

Some examples/kinks:

Slave - must always say yes to requests from anyone, learns positions and protocol, is restricted from furniture and clothing and other comforts, actively changing her name, punished for being bad or just because she deserves it.

Slut - follows a strict dress code of skirt and heel height and skin covered, must actively flirt with anyone, may not come but always required to edge.

Pet - restricted from speech and eventually complex thought, given strict diet and behavior rules, being forced to adopt new walking and sleeping habits.

Doll - goes immobile at a word, learns to be still of mind and disrupts her perspective of time, forced to heavily modify her body, sleeps in a box or a closet for storage.

My loves: Bondage, body modification, pain play, humiliation, deep objectification, protocols and rules, orgasm denial and control, predicaments.

My limits: blood, bestiality, ageplay, incest, scat.

Mostly, I care about good writing, the ability to create situations to react to and move the plot as needed. I prefer femme or trans writers but if you absolutely knock my socks off as a writer I'd take a cis boy too. I will take my time selecting respondents, so take your time writing and give me A) at least a few paragraphs of prompt to respond to and B) a general idea of the direction you want to head and any curveballs you have in mind. Thanks for your effort!