Bree was very upset. Her mom had a brand new boyfriend, and the old sleaze was making her run his errands. She had to pick him up a package after school. Bree had pouted, but her mom took his side as always. The place was really far out of the way from her home and school. Even though she had just gotten her license, he wouldn't let her drive there, so she rode her bike in her cute pressed private school outfit for close to an hour, way out on dirt and gravel roads to find the place.

And when she finally arrived, the guy she was getting the package from was busy with someone else and made Bree wait, almost as if on purpose.

Wrinkling her nose, the petite coed glanced over at the other customer. He was dressed poorly according to her taste and was still muddied up, probably from working on his farm. She suddenly felt out of place in her cute uniform. She patted her pleated skirt as if that would make her stand out any less, embarrassed by the man's almost ravenous gaze at her slim legs. With the contrast of his muddy overalls and her milky bare legs and thigh-high skirt down to her cute sandals and painted nails, Bree felt practically naked as he seemingly devoured her with his eyes.

She finally stomped her foot and let her skirt take its normal teasingly open form. She wouldn't let herself be bothered by leering. She dressed properly and wouldn't be caught dead in anything like what these people were wearing.

She didn't have time for this, it was getting so late already! She had to get home to her homework before too much longer.

The owner gave Bree a nod and let her into the back area with them to wait. She leaned back against the closed aluminum shutter door behind her, noting that it kind of felt like a doctor's exam room with a big metal table in the center, although the concrete floor and metal shutter door made it a bit too industrial to be a doctor's office. As if the patients' comfort was unimportant. The man was examining the customer's fairly large dog on the table. Maybe this was a vet? She had been so caught up in her own thoughts she hadn't paid any attention to their conversation.

"The collar does seem to have the intended effect on her," the assumed vet said. "She's very attentive now. The earlier disobedience won't return and we should move on with the permanent implant."

"Down!" he said to the dog, patting the table. The black sheepdog obediently lay down on the cool metal. She started panting looking somehow more carefree than dogs usually do.

Bree smiled a bit at it. She wondered what life would be like for a dog like that. The cute thing looked so harebrained and eager. Focused on the vet, she lay still on the table, almost giddy.

Bree figured it was an amazing life, really. Uncomplicated without worry. Well, good for a bitch, of course. And maybe some women, she thought, giggling to herself. She could never dump all her responsibilities like that, give up all-purpose and become a kept girl. She was going places, she knew it.

But she would have to get home sometime soon to get her studying in for the night so she could get the grades she needed. She glanced at the guy trying to indicate her hurry.

The man had picked up some weird device, a thick clear tube half a foot in length with a thin round point on one end and a softball-sized bulge on the other. As he carried it, it was impossible to not notice that the contraption was just the right size and thickness for a dildo and Bree had to subdue her giggle.

The tip looked different though. The light seemed to be bending around the tip and most of the tube, giving a lense-like effect against the things behind it. He was not a normal vet for sure.

The man was priming the device now, squeezing a strange-looking capsule into a slot at the bulged end. An orange glow showed through the tube at its base now.

Suddenly, she recalled something she'd seen in biology class in high school. The device looked just like the egg-laying tubes insects used to deposit their eggs inside the bodies of other creatures. She scrunched her nose. Was that what he was doing?

She peered closer at the man as he moved up behind the head of the dog. He pressed the tip of the device against the back of the dog's head. He pushed on it, and the tip of the prop went in, somehow opening the dog's skin and skull without harm. The dog whimpered a bit as the man pressed the shaft completely in until the bulge pressed against its head and he squeezed down on it, before pulling the whole thing right back out. The hole closed up when the device was removed somehow. Bree looked intently at the shaft, the bulge and glow at the base were gone, having been pushed out inside the dog's brain.

The dog seemed not to even notice the new and foreign object in her brain. After stumbling for a second, she stood on all fours, turned, and licked his face, wagging her tail. The man patted the dog and handed a package to the customer. "The new remote. Bitch will be as obedient as your wife now," he said, chuckling, while he undid the dog's collar.

"Worth every penny!" the farmer responded happily as he tapped his thigh, directing the dog to move to his heel.

The vet turned to Bree and handed her the dog collar. "Here, could you hold this a moment," he asked. "I'll be back shortly."

Bree wondered why he hadn't just put it on the table, but by that point, she was already holding it, and the two men had left for the reception area.

"So the leggy one's here for taming?" she overheard the farmer inquire. The owner hushed him, they spoke in mumbles until the man left, the dog attentively at his heel.

The collar tingled a bit in her hand, sending a soothing feeling up her arms. It felt really nice. She wasn't quite so annoyed anymore. Distracted, she stood there, holding the collar. Then she realized what it might be.

She'd seen the videos online: The training collar challenge. Girls wearing collars just like this one, trying to not obey what someone yelled out off-camera and ultimately failing. The videos were basically all clips of girls nervously giggling as they did whatever the male voices directed. She had always thought it was a sham but if only she'd known it felt like this! She could understand why the girls loved it! She thought the next time she was in a relationship she would have to try it out.

The man came back, holding out his hand. "I can take the collar now."

She held the collar to her chest and leaned back, her back pressing against the door. She couldn't give it up.

He grinned. "I didn't realize the collar was still enabled. I guess you could hold on to it for a bit longer. Come into my office." He picked up the little remote before leaving the exam room.

He walked in front of her, waving her on as she held the black band to her chest, looking up at him with big puppy dog eyes.

"Don't worry," he motioned to her, "I won't take it yet."

Like a shy puppy, she followed him through the hall into his office." Do you mind waiting a bit longer, there's something I have to go check on," he said. She shook her head. She didn't mind waiting as long as she had the collar in her arms. She couldn't give up this wonderful feeling.

He grinned at her, then left to take care of whatever it was he had to do.

She touched the collar to her face, enjoying the delightful sensation. It seemed to be even more intense when it was up near her head. She tried kissing it then lightly teased the front of her neck with it. For what seemed like half an hour, she caressed herself with the collar all over, getting more and more turned on. She even considered slipping it under her panties just as she heard his footsteps returning.

"Hmmmmmm, if you're enjoying it that much, maybe I should just put the thing on you properly," he said. He acted quickly, and she ended up with the collar clicked shut on her neck before she knew what had happened. She realized his proficiency must come from working with bitches.

"There, much better!" he said, sitting on his desk, looking at her.

It was. Wearing the collar made Bree feel like her heart was beating ten times faster and gave her an incredibly pleasant satisfied feeling in her belly.

"It has no effect on men, so I don't know for sure but I've been told it's the ambient feeling of infatuation." He chuckled as he stared at her just standing there, an aroused blush spreading rapidly over her neck and face.

She couldn't care. Whatever he wanted to call this, it felt good.

The man grinned at her, shaking his head as he chuckled. "Those devious collars" he started, "You know, at some point I'll need that back. It's the only one I have right now, and someone is coming in with a dog tomorrow. But feel free to enjoy it for another minute." She nodded happily, enjoying the thrum. The pleasant warmth was suffusing her entire body. She had to actively try not to pant.

The guy made a humming sound. "You do seem to have taken to it more than most, like you're made for this. Maybe you want to try the training mode? It will feel even better if you obey."

She almost snapped out of it. "What? Treat me like one of those bitches to be trained and conditioned to your every command?! I'm not a dog!"

"The collar's effect tells me differently. Training you to dog-like obedience would be quite easy."

"Well maybe just for one minute," she responded out of pure curiosity and lust.

At that, he flipped the switch on the remote. "No going back now!" he chuckled.

The pleasant thrum started to fade, getting weaker. She whimpered. "What did you do? Please, quickly, it's going away!"

He pressed a button and Bree's body suddenly flooded with ecstasy. She got lost in it for several long moments. "Oh, gosh, that was..." she moaned. The feeling was still there but fading again. "Do it again!"

"That's the reward good girls get when they obey," he said. "If you come over here and stand right in front of me, I'll press it again."

Bree bit her lip, he was trying to train her! She was a person, not some bitch! She couldn't let him do this.

This is the collar challenge, she realized with a gasp. She held out for maybe five seconds, then quickly scampered over to stand before him obediently.

"Good girl!" he said, pressing the button.

Bree moaned, almost losing control of her legs. It was almost like an orgasm.

"Again!" she said. "Please!"

"Please, SIR," he demanded.

"Please, sir?" she said, unsure of herself.

He pressed the button again, just a quick tap this time. She barely felt it before it disappeared.

"Put your hands behind your head, and I'll press it again," he commanded.

She did it quickly, self-conscious. Her blush grew stronger when she got her reward.

"Faster," he said. "Don't think, just do it as fast as you can. Or I won't press it."

She nodded rapidly, her hands still behind her head. She realized that if she obeyed faster, she would get her reward sooner too. "Yes, sir," she said, the "sir" feeling so right to her now, reminding her of the feeling after she said it the first time.

"Good girl!" he said, rewarding her with another tap, the sudden euphoria eliciting a moan from her.

"Now arch your back!"

"Good girl! Jump!"

She tried to let her body respond without involving her brain, fast, like pulling back a hand from a stovetop, your hand already moved back before you even realize it. It didn't matter what she was doing, just that he was telling her to do it, and that he pressed that button when she did.

"Jump again!"

In trance-like obedience, she jumped.

"Good girl! You're very obedient! Take off your top and bra!"

"Very good! Hands back behind your head!"

"Keep jumping!"

"Good girl! Stop jumping. Turn around."

"Bend forwards."

"Flash me."

"Good girl, you're ready!"

"Stand up, turn around!"

"On your knees and unzip me."

"Kiss it."

"Now, lick!"

"Take it into your mouth and keep using your tongue!"

"Swallow and push your head down!"

"Good girl! A little further!"

"I'll push the button every time you kiss the base."

"Yes, Again."

"Keep bobbing."

"Good. Faster, and all the way down."

"Ooh, you're such a good little girl! Yes, just like that. What a good girl you are."

She liked that more than she ever would have thought.

"Keep going. Don't stop, good girl!"

"So obedient! A nice little coed mouth. Yes, bob your head, schoolgirl. Take it all! Good girl!"

"Stay down. Hold there. Yes, hold. Hold! Good girl! Ooooh, yeah!"

All of a sudden, she found herself taking his thick cum down her throat, looking up at him from under half-lidded eyes, blissed out and obedient. After several pumps, he pulled up into her mouth and gushed a few times. Enough to fill her mouth. He shot once more right on her little nose.

Bree panted heavily, dazed. Her cheeks were bulging from his sperm in her mouth, a cum rope dangling from her chin. She was a bit confused about how she'd gotten here but felt too good to worry about it.

"Swallow," he ordered.

She swallowed before he even finished the word. Feeling the spermy glob going down her gullet, she realized she actually didn't think anymore before doing what he wanted. She just indulged in the wonderful feeling he gave her when she did what she was told.

"Good girl," he said again, not even pressing the button, but somehow the words still felt just as satisfying!!

Bree was so content already that it hardly even mattered. She finally admitted to herself that this was even better than the other mode. She wished she could feel like this forever.

Even after swallowing, the taste of his cum was potent in her mouth. She'd never done anything like this before. He'd trained her to give a blowjob on command. He hadn't been gentle or caring at all with her. And he'd managed to make her perform unthinkingly, without her realizing at all what she was doing but absolutely loving it.

Thinking back on it had an almost dreamy character. She had zoned out, and without a thought in her mind. Just his quick commands and then quick rewards that followed. Bree got aroused again, just thinking about it.

Was this how she'd always perform oral now that she'd been conditioned? A submissive deepthroat and swallow?

The rapture was fading, and she didn't want it to. "Train me more!" she begged, still on her knees, "You can teach me whatever you want! I'll do absolutely anything!"

"I think you've had enough of a treat for now," he laughed, looking down at the dazed young girl with a cum rope across her face and some around her bottom lip like drool.

She blushed, not sure what to do with the dripping mess resting over her nose and chin. She was about to move a hand up to wipe it off, but when she started moving her arm, he shook his head no to her. She stopped immediately, bringing her hand back down next to her naked thigh.

Feeling some goo dropping off her chin into her cleavage, she moaned at the sensation of cooling cum running between her breasts and down her belly button. She could only hope it wouldn't stain the blue tartan fabric of her cute school skirt. It was one of her favorites!

Would it ever wash off, or would the stain be permanent? She'd never had a facial before today, so never considered it before. This was one laundry question she wouldn't feel comfortable posing to her mom, though knowing her mom's taste in men, she'd know the exact answer. Maybe, if the stain wasn't too noticeable, she could wear it anyway? But what if someone saw it and figured out what it was? She couldn't lose this skirt.

As distracting as the cooling cum was to her, he didn't seem to pay care, content with leaving it on her, and that turned her on even more.

"Stand and place yourself in the corner over there, and I'll show you something," he promised. "I need to do some work."

She did as she was told, still obeying instantly not noticing that he wasn't pressing the button, the bliss from the training still filling her head. There was a small round marble pedestal-like thing in the corner, so she stepped onto it, standing on the polished surface like a perfect little statue, still dripping with cum.

"OK, hands behind your head again, back arched."

"Yes, just like that. Now don't move, and be silent. The collar will monitor you. If you talk or move, it will shut off for several seconds, before it slowly comes back. It takes a long time to get back to full effect. So be absolutely still."

She whimpered before she caught herself, and the collar immediately cut off her reward, almost before it had started. Freezing, she tried to keep her breathing calm, afraid that even a shallow gasp would stop the orgasmic effect. She breathed out slowly, trying to keep her chest unmoving, as the feeling started again a few seconds later, gradually increasing in power.

The way he'd posed her, she was only aware of him in the corner of her eye - the part of the room centered in her field of view didn't include his desk. She blushed, standing there like a kinky statue, in her sexy school skirt and no top, with her hands behind her head, perky tits pushed out, while he...