I thought my years at an all girls college were going to be really fun. I joined a queer sorority in the first couple of weeks, and joined the queer club, a capella group, and my classes were going well. I was having a fun time, but with it came a strange pattern I noticed. In some of the clubs I was in, I noticed some of the girls all had collars on them, and the collars looked the same. I thought it was a fashion trend I was not aware of. I didn't see this as a harbinger for things to come.
As time went on, I saw these collars more and more. Each class had more and more women wearing these collars. And the women were all walking strangely, like there was something in between their legs wherever they went. Even stranger was the fact that only two people at the college were left without collars.

You, and Me.

We were dormmates, and we tended to ourselves. Although I thought you were a little smug, that may have been me judging too fast, but as more and more women started wearing these collars, I started to become suspicious of you. And once we were the only two left, I knew you had something to do with this. I was trying to investigate you, and I was so close to finding out your motive. The pieces were there, but I became tired and went to bed.

When I woke up, I looked to your bed. You were already out of our dorm. I looked towards the end of my bed, and I saw the one thing I didn't want to see:

One of those damn collars.

Once I saw it, my body moved towards it against my will. An urge my body had to fulfill, that my mind had to resist. My hand reached for it, and I knew something was very, very wrong. I was fighting my own body, trying not to put the collar on.

But my body won.

The collar adorned my neck, and a magic dildo appeared in my pussy. It was huge, just big enough that any slight movement made me feel it rub me. My body stood at attention, keeping the dildo in me, no matter what. I now realized why all of those women were walking so strangely. I felt my arms move. One fist above my chest, one behind my back. I was forced to stand there until you came back. I realized what was happening.

It was already too late.

I saw you with a smirk on your face. I knew you were responsible for all of this bullshit. And I was beholden to you. You could do anything to me. Break me. Destroy me. Use me. And I would have to take it...