Sitting inside the box is a collar with a simple design. The black leather material is soft to the touch and almost begs to be worn. That allure takes over your body and you snap the metal buckle in place before you even realize your hands are moving. In front is a D-ring for a leash, and that's all it takes to get your mind going. You can just imagine having a big, strong man drag you around by a three foot leash, almost popping your braless 34C breasts out of the strapless minidress he picked out for you. He's even making you walk bent over, stretching the leash and collar to their limits, just to get the dress to ride up in the back and expose your clean shaven pussy and rounded ass to all who care to look. Even though your body is shielded by nothing more than a thin dress, you're only wish is he let you wear sneakers or sensible shoes if he was going to go this fast. Pumps with four inch heels don't work very well if you can't take your time. But you don't mind his decision, the heels make your legs look amazing even in this rush.
When he finally stops pulling you, you find yourself in the middle of a park, your only company being the moon and the stars. Just as you start resting your legs, he gets behind you and yanks your dress down, baring your body to the millions of eyes in the sky, the only obstruction being the leash between your boobs dropping to between your legs. You feel his hand tickle your neck as he brushes your red hair out of the way of his lips. Your shallow breathes cause your chest to rise and fall as he keeps up the wonderful assault just below your collar. The rhythm breaks when you feel your breasts compress suddenly and you moan slightly. His hands roughly massage your boobs, turning the little pink nubs in front into red glass cutters. He throws you down onto the moist grass and gives you a forceful French kiss. Your mind goes blank as you lose yourself in his kiss. You almost missed the sound of a zipper being yanked down, hearing it only because his groan into your mouth killed the mood, but only slightly and briefly. His leather pants begin to head towards his ankles as your moans get louder and louder. As his manhood comes into view, you close your eyes and let out the loudest moan of your life to accompany an even larger orgasm.
As you slowly open your eyes back up, you return to your dorm room, on the floor with two fingers sliding out of your pussy and your left hand resting between your heaving breasts. Once you've calmed back down, you sit up, taking your eyes off the ceiling and directing their gaze between your sweaty legs. You blush as you think ahead to the future, explaining the stain on your dorm room's floor to your parents, your friends, and the dorm staff. You quickly note to shampoo the carpet in the very near future.
If you didn't know any better, you'd swear the collar had magic powers. You've never had such a fantasy before, and your soaked rug is a testament to never having such a climax before. Your psychology professor would just say, "The power of stimuli on the mind is truly amazing." You just shrug in amazement as you go to release the buckle. But it doesn't release. You start tugging at the collar to get it off. It was fun, but you want it to end. Now. Unfortunately, the buckle holds strong against your tugs, and the leather doesn't break either. You go back to the box, hoping to find an answer among what's left. On the floor mere inches from the box is a card with the same design as the first one. You pick this one up and feel your face crumble at its text:
Thank you for participating in S.L.U.T.! By breaking the seal on the box, you have formally acknowledged your desire to compete in S.L.U.T. You can no longer withdraw your entry. The enclosed collar is a symbol of your participation in S.L.U.T. The digital lock can only be released with a remote control in our possession. You will wear it throughout S.L.U.T. and will have it released at the conclusion of the game. Should you not be wearing the collar by the start of the game, you will be considered a forfeit. Should you damage either the buckle or collar, you'll also be required to either replace or pay for the collar. It is our possession, and will be returned to us at the conclusion of the game, and we have no use for broken collars.
"Bull shit!" you screech, picking your robe up. "They can't do that! They have to warn me about it beforehand." You pick up the card and skim it as you continue, "It would have to say on here that...SHIT!" You mentally kick yourself as you notice the small print. "Well, in what universe is a card all that's...FUCK!!" You recall the clipboard of papers you signed without reading and realize you're stuck, thoroughly screwed over by your own impatience. Your only choices are to pass or play. You remind yourself, 'How bad could it be?'
You continue reading the card:
The game will begin within one week's time. This delay is necessary to establish which of the remaining individuals have chosen to compete. In the mean time, you may begin thinking about how to defeat your opponent.
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