The Collar
All Rights Reserved by N.M.Hawthorne
 Part 1: The transformation of Jasmine. 
 It was a Thursday when Jasmine rang the doorbell of Patricia's small but 
comfortable home.  Jasmine was a beautiful woman, obviously a mix of different 
cultures, her dark skin and long  straight black hair gave away her Hispanic 
decent, but she was tall with bright round eyes and  a full mouth, and her small 
but firm breasts, were to die for.  Even Pat, who was very pretty  herself, was 
quite jealous of Jasmine's body. 
 "I think that I met Mr. Right, Pat!" Jasmine exclaimed with a school girl 
giggle. 
 "Who is it this week?" Patricia replied with the usual disdain.  Pat loved 
Jasmine like  a sister but Jasmine's man jumping was starting to get on Pat's 
nerves. 
 "He is the picture of tall dark and handsome.  He oozes confidence, and he has 
got gobs  of money, and he asked me out for tomorrow night.  I couldn't believe 
it.  I was sitting at the  coffee shop and he walked right up to me and told me 
that I had to go out with him.   It was  amazing." 
 "And dose this superman have a name?"  Pat asked. 
 "Yes, it's Mr. Hawthorne." 
 "Mr. Hawthorne, don't you think that's a little weird?  I mean, if he wanted 
you to go  out on a date, don't you think you should be on a first name basis?" 
 "I don't know.  I kind of think its, erotic... and mysterious.   Besides, he 
had these  clothes sent to my house, with a note asking me to wear them tomorrow 
night." 
 "No first name and dressing you in less than twenty-four hours.  This guy seems 
like a  first class freak if you ask me.  Aren't there any warning signals going 
off in you head?" Pat  Asked. 
 Jasmine suddenly got very angry with Pat, "I think that you are just jealous.  
You never  did like the fact that the men who ask me out are better than the 
ones that you go out with!" 
 "But, isn't a little weird that..." Pat tried to say but was quickly cut off by 
Jasmine. 
 "No, not another word, I won't have you bad mouthing him." She got up and 
stormed out  of Pat's apartment. 
 Jasmine didn't speak to Pat the next day, something that never happened, 
Jasmine and Pat  talked to each other every day.   This worried Pat on two 
serious levels.  One, she didn't want  to lose her best friend over something 
stupid like a man.  And second, if this guy was a big  weirdo, could he have 
done something to Jasmine.   Pat tried to call Jasmine's house but only  got the 
Answering machine.  She figured that Jasmine must have gone out on the date with 
the  mysterious Mr. Hawthorne.  Pat didn't sleep very well that night....    The 
next morning Pat was awoke by a pounding on her front door.  It was an excited  
sounding, yet vacant looking, Jasmine. 
"Oh, Pat, I think I'm in love."  Jasmine said.  "Mr.  Hawthorne is the most 
wonderful man in the world.  He is so caring and so loving and, in the  sack, he 
is the best. " 
Pat was shocked that Jasmine would sleep with a man on their first  date but 
more peculiar was the way Jasmine looked at her.  Jasmine sounded and acted like 
she  was happy, but her eyes just seemed to stare into space.  Like they were 
separate from her body.   And Jasmine was wearing a turtle neck sweater, which 
was also quite strange, it being in the  middle of summer.  The sweater also 
seemed to be concealing something, at first Pat thought  that it was a hickey or 
something but when Jasmine moved she saw that there was something silver  and 
shinny around her neck. 
 "What do you have around your neck?" Pat asked. 
 "What? ... Oh. .. This.  Mr. Hawthorne gave it to me.  Isn't it beautiful."   
Jasmine  pulled down the collar of her sweater to reveal a metal collar that was 
so tight to her neck  that it looked as if it had to be choking her.  "He gave 
it to me with the clothes, yesterday.   I guess that I gust forgot to take it 
off.  Well I guess that I have to be going.    Mr. Hawthorne is taking me out on 
a date tonight." 
 With out saying good bye, Jasmine turned on her heals, (almost roboticly Pat 
thought)  and left.  In Pat's mind alarms were going off all over the place.   
Still with the Mr.  Hawthorne? Two dates in a row?  And what was up with that 
freaky collar? She made up her mind  that she would follow Jasmine and meet this 
Mr. Hawthorne for herself. 
   Later that evening, Pat found herself sitting in her car, in front of 
Jasmine's home.   At about 9:00 a black sedan pulled up and a tall man got out.  
He went to the trunk of his car  and pulled out a large, shinny black box with a 
white ribbon wrapped around it.  When he went to  the front door he knocked only 
once.  Immediately, as if someone was waiting next to it, the door opened.  The 
man walked in. 
 Thirty minutes later, no one came out.  Patricia was getting impatient.  She 
got out of  her car and, as stealthily as she could, went to the back door.  
Using the key Jasmine gave her  long ago, Pat let herself in and tiptoed to the 
door to the front room.   Looking through a  keyhole she saw Jasmine standing 
naked in front of this man with her fingers laced behind her  neck and her 
beautiful breasts pushed out as far as they could go.   She couldn't see the 
Tall  Man's face, but could clearly see that he was toying with her erect 
nipples.   Jasmine's eyes  were closed and she looked as if she were about to 
orgasm, when he suddenly stopped.   He moved  away from Jasmine and returned 
with the black package that he brought in.  He set the package  on the floor and 
undid the bow. 
 From inside the package he pulled a black shinny mass, the way it oozed over 
his had,  reminded Pat of oil and taffy at the same time.   After fumbling with 
it for a bit he held it up  for to Jasmine to see.  She shuddered when she saw 
that it was a pair of rubber hot pants.   The  tall man bent down and told 
Jasmine to lift one leg.   Jasmine was shaking uncontrollably in  anticipation 
now, as he slipped one foot into the panty.  Shaking violently, Jasmine almost 
lost  her balance as she put her other foot into the rubber.   Jasmine began to 
moan as he crept the  panty up her legs. 
 Pat was beside herself, everything in her being said that something was wrong 
here, that  her friend was in terrible danger.  That she should bust in with a 
knife and pull Jasmine away  from this man.   But, something kept her from doing 
it.  What if she was wrong?  Jasmine would  never forgive her for interrupting 
and intimate moment that she looked like she was enjoying.   And the scene 
itself was getting Pat so very hot.  The utter submission by Pat's friend was  
making her pussy wet with anticipation. 
 The slow dance up Jasmine's legs continued.  When the Tall man got the tops of 
Jasmine's  thighs.  He commanded her to spread her legs.  His back got in the 
way of Pat's view as he  fiddled with the rubber pants.   He stood up and pulled 
the waist up over hips, and Jasmine  screamed.   Pat's fear passed for a moment 
and she grabbed a knife.  She was about to push open  the door when the Tall Man 
stepped aside reveling that Jasmine was in the throws of an intense  orgasm.  
One hand was rubbing her clit through the slick rubber and the other was 
viciously  twisting her nipple.   The Tall Man didn't let her finish, commanding 
her to put her hands at  her sides.   He reached back into the box and pulled 
out a pair of high-healed boots.   They  looked like they were made of the same 
material as the panty but had four silver buckles up the  front. 
 Jasmine had a very distant look, her eyes stared out into space as the Tall Man 
told her  to sit down.  She complied without hesitation.   He slid the first 
boot up onto her foot.  The  black rubber went all the way up her calf and 
stopped just below the knee.  He fed the buckles  together, and after each one 
Patricia heard a fizzing sound and saw a small blue streamer of  smoke come from 
each buckle.  The process was then repeated on her opposite foot.  The Tall man  
ordered her to stand.  Elbow length gloves were added, they had similar buckles 
at the wrist  and above the elbow.   Patricia was in a terror.  What was she 
going to do, she was so  frightened, that she didn't know what to do.   She 
wanted to go in and 'Save' her friend, but  she wasn't putting up much of a 
fight.   Patricia was suddenly very aware of how tired she was  sitting in this 
squatting position, looking at the keyhole.  Her momentary loss of concentration 
 caused her to lose her balance.  And before she could stop herself, Patricia 
fell through   the door. 
 Part Two:  Getting Patricia 
 The tall man turned and exclaimed "What the hell?"   Pat then saw that it 
wasn't a man,  but a very tall woman dressed as a man.  She smiled a wide evil 
grin and said, "I see you Pat." 
 Pat couldn't speak she was griped with fear.  She looked up and saw that 
Jasmine hadn't  even acknowledged that Pat was in the room.  Jasmine just stared 
off into space completely  oblivious to her surroundings.  Pat jumped up and ran 
out the door.  The Tall woman yelling for  her to stop, but Pat didn't stop, not 
until she got to her car.  She could still hear the Tall  woman calling to her 
as she fumbled with her keys. 
 Back home, Pat couldn't think.  What was she going to do? Call the cops, call 
Jasmine to  see if she was O.K.? She didn't know.   She paced all night, she 
couldn't sleep, she wanted to  help her friend but she didn't know how. 
 By eight o'clock the sun was shining and Pat was exhausted when she heard a 
knock on the  door.  It was Jasmine.  Still uncertain of what Jasmine was doing, 
Pat went to the door and  looked through the eyepiece in her door.  Jasmine was 
dressed very strangely for such a warm  spring day.  She had on a full 
turtleneck sweater a full length dress that hung to the ground  and white gloves 
that went over her hands, and her hair was pulled back into a strict pony tail.  
The ponytail really confused pat.  Jasmine never wore her hair up.  She hated it 
that way. 
"What do you want?" Pat called to Jasmine. 
 "Just let me in, Pat.  I have something for you."  Jasmine said in a husky 
monotone  voice. 
 "What is it?" Pat responded. 
 "It's a present.  Mr. Hawthorne wants you to have it as a peace offering.  He 
feels bad  because he thinks that he has come between our friendship.   He would 
really like to be your  friend too." 
"Don't you mean Miss Hawthorne Jas."  Pat said sarcastically, " Your, he is a 
woman." 
 "Look, Pat, I don't know what the problem is but I can see that you are upset.  
I come  back later and we can talk, I'll just leave the present on the steps and 
you can come get it  when I leave." 
 Through the eyepiece of her door, Pat saw Jasmine put the package down and walk 
away.  Pat could have sworn that her she looked a lot thinner more curvaceous, 
even with all those  clothes on. 
 When Pat saw that Jasmine had driven off, she opened the door and looked at the 
present  Jasmine had left for her.  It was a small box wrapped in black paper 
and decorated with a white  bow and sash.  Pat took the present in and opened 
it.  When she took the top of she was struck  by a powerful perfume, one that 
she had never smelled before, but one she would certainly like  to have, it was 
so powerfully erotic. From inside the black tissue paper Pat pulled a silver  
collar exactly the same as the one Jasmine had been wearing last night.  It was 
lined with a  shiny black rubber that was so soft and smooth that it didn't feel 
like any material she had  ever felt before. 
The lock on the back seemed very strong.  She pushed the two ends together  and 
heard an audible click as the collar snapped shut. She found a button in the 
middle of the  lock and when she pushed it the lock sprung and the collar opened 
wide almost inviting her to  put her neck into it's solid grip.   As Pat 
examined the collar she couldn't help but feel how  erotic it was, but at the 
same time she was repulsed by it.  When she saw the ring set in the  front of it 
she couldn't help but see he think of a person being lead around on a leash like 
a  dog.  The whole image was just too powerful for her and the pheromone perfume 
that lined the box  and the collar was battering her senses and breaking down 
her resistance.   She was becoming aroused and that she felt she had to do 
something to relieve the tension. 
 With out thinking to put it down, Pat took the collar to her bedroom.  She 
dropped it  nonchalantly on the bed and began undressing.  From in her drawer 
she pulled her little pocket  rocket and began to pleasure herself.  The scents 
in the air, the powerful images floating  through her mind were too much for 
Pat. She began pumping the vibrator in and out of her seeping  cunt and pinching 
her nipples, and exploded into orgasm. 
 Covered in sweat she looked down and saw the collar sitting at the corner of 
her bed.   Begging her to try it out.  Her mind was telling her not to touch it, 
to wrap it back up and  throw it out.  But the eroticism of the thing was just 
too much for her to handle.  She began  rationalizing to herself. 
 "I'll just try it on." 
 "It's so shiny." 
 "I don't have to keep it." 
 "It's so heavy." 
 "The lock pops open easily." 
 "I'll just try it on then give it back." 
 "And Jas, looked so good in it" 
 "It's so shiny and pretty." 
 "I'll just try it on," She said to herself. 
 Slowly she put the collar up to her neck touching her throat to the front and 
began to  push the clasps together. 
 "CLICK!" The lock snapped shut more loudly than before, and the instant that it 
closed,  Pat knew she made a mistake.  She tried to push the button to open it 
up but the lock became too  hot to touch as he heard a faint whir and smelt a 
little smoke.   She pulled and at the collar  fiercely cursing herself for 
putting the damn thing on.  Then the obedience collar began to push  images into 
her mind.  Erotic images, of Pat and Jasmine on their knees before a faceless 
woman.  She saw Jasmine reach out to her and caress her breast, moving to 
embrace Pat.   Pat tried to shut the images out, tried to close her eyes, so not 
to see.   But the show continued, forcing Pat to see herself and her best friend 
in a long passionate kiss.  Pat rubbed her legs together as she became more and 
more wet.  She lost control of her hands, one moved down between her legs the 
pulled violently at her breast.  She couldn't help herself as she began to cum, 
the vision was to intense. 
 Pat passed out on the floor.   It wasn't a restful sleep either as the 
obedience collar  attempted to reprogram Pat's mind.   She saw visions of 
rubber-clad women in cat suits and  French maid uniforms.   Each so horrible to 
Pat and yet these women, stuffed into these second  skins, were undeniably 
erotic.  Pat would have felt this even before the collar. 
Then a terrifying image came into view.  She saw a woman completely incased head 
to toe in a  black rubber body suit, even her face was covered by a rubber hood. 
 There were cutouts for her  breasts, eyes, and mouth and for a ponytail in the 
back.  This woman's hair was red and Pat knew that this was an image of her.   
Pat saw herself standing like a robotic soldier at attention, her eyes starring 
blankly off into space.  She heard a familiar voice say  "Number 15, come here 
and lick."   The Robot Pat moved and saw another woman dressed like she was.   
The only thing different was that this woman was suspended upside down with her 
legs spread wide.   Pat couldn't control her movements she went to this 
unfortunate woman and stood with her breasts touching her belly.   From behind 
her, Pat her the command again. 
"Be nice to your friend and give her a good lick."  Pat unconsciously bent her 
head and began to lick the rubber-covered crotch in front of her,  and as her 
tongue touched the rubber another touched hers.   Suddenly Pat realized that the 
 woman she was pleasuring was Jasmine... 
 Pat woke up to a nock on the door.   She lay in naked in a pool of her own 
sweat with the  obedience collar still around her neck, still arousing her.  She 
wanted to ignore the nock and  jam her fingers into her pussy.   Uncertain, Pat 
got out of bed and a funny thing happened. 
Her arousal grew.  The closer she went to the door, the more aroused she became. 
 The obedience  collar promised her a New World of pleasurable thrills.  She 
strained to control herself enough  to get a bathrobe before she left the 
bedroom.  Just the slightest movement away from the front  door made the need to 
go there that much worse. 
 Pat ran the front door.  But paused just before she opened it.   The conflict 
in her mind was  terrible.  The need between her legs was so instant, promising 
her relief if she just opened the  door.  But her mind screamed for her to run, 
get a way, go and find a blowtorch to cut this  collar off.  Pat realized that 
as her mind was arguing the pros and cons of opening the door. 
Her body had acted involuntarily.  One had slipped between the folds of her robe 
and had begun  rubbing herself the other had already griped he doorknob and, 
before she could do anything to  stop it, twisted the door open. 
 Jasmine was standing at the door as if she had been waiting for it to open. 
"Our Mistress has  given us these presents that we might become her devoted 
servants," she recited like a child in  an elementary school play.   "We should 
be thankful for all her gifts."    In her hands she held two packages similar to 
the ones Pat saw the Tall Woman carry into Jas'  house the other night.  A small 
one on top of a larger, both shiny black and trimmed with a  white satin bow.  
Jasmine started to walk towards Pat extending the gifts to her friend.  Pat  
looked in horror at her friend.  She moved like a cat swaying her hips 
seductively like a  streetwalker, but her eyes were empty, like she wasn't even 
there.  Pat backed away in disbelief.   She tripped over her robe and fell to 
the floor still backing away from Jasmine on her elbows.   Jasmine looked down 
at her friend almost puzzled. 
 "I see that you have not been fully instructed in our Mistresses love," she 
smiled as if some  mindless religious zealot.  "I will show you another example 
of her love."  Jasmine lifted the  bulky sweater to reveal a strange rubber 
shirt.  It was similar to a skin tight T-shirt except  it had no sleeves,  and 
just below her breasts it became thicker, like a corset with visible  boning 
only there was no separation between the halter and the corset. It had two 
cutouts so  that her luscious breasts shown out.   Pat was again assaulted by 
the strange pheromone perfume,  which relentlessly tried to break down Pat's 
resistance. 
 Holding out her arms as if to embrace Pat, Jasmine said, "My essence has been 
transformed into  my Mistresses love for you."  As she walked towards Pat a 
white milky substance began to dribble  from Jasmine's breasts.  "Come partake 
of her gifts." 
 Pat's battered will was no match for the sensations assaulting her.  The 
obedience collar  promising the most succulent elixir flowed from her best 
friend's nipples, the perfume making  her cunt seethe with anticipation, and her 
beautiful friend lovingly asking her to suckle from  her like an infant.  With a 
sigh of relief Pat gave into her body.  She leapt up, ran to Jasmine  and 
latched on to one of her magnificent breasts. 
 It was glorious, like liquid sunshine.  Pat had an orgasm the moment her tongue 
touched  Jasmine's nipple.  Sensations like never before enveloped Pat as her 
old personality melted  away.  The obedience collar with the help of Jasmine's 
milk transformed Pat into a coy little  submissive as well as a devout follower 
in the church that was their Mistress