Part 3 – Exploring the Collar
Emma couldn’t stop thinking about the collar. The sleek, black band with its pulsing LEDs had become more than a prop in her fantasies—it was a gateway to a world where control and surrender intertwined. After her night at Nick’s apartment, where the collar had guided her as his personal sexbot, she found herself both fascinated and curious about the technology behind it. The way it seamlessly blended her own desires with programmed commands was unlike anything she’d encountered in her robotics studies. She wanted to understand it, not just as a user but as a scientist.
A few days after Nick dropped her off at her apartment, Emma returned to the store, this time in jeans and a simple t-shirt, her usual summer dress left behind. The bell jingled as she entered, and Nick looked up from a workbench cluttered with circuit boards and wires, his cheeky grin spreading instantly. “Em! Back for more trouble?” he teased, setting down a soldering iron.
“Not trouble,” Emma said, smiling but with a determined edge. “Answers. I want to know how that collar works. The tech, the programming, all of it. If I’m going to keep… playing with it, I need to understand what I’m dealing with.”
Nick’s grin softened into curiosity. “Fair enough. You’re not just a display bot, are you? Alright, let’s dive into the tech. But warning—this stuff’s a bit of a rabbit hole.”
He led her to the back room, past the storage pods where she’d spent that thrilling night, and to a workbench with a computer terminal and a disassembled collar. The device was sleek, its surface embedded with microcircuits and tiny sensors, the LEDs dormant but ready to spring to life. Nick pulled up a chair for her, and they sat side by side as he opened a schematic on the screen
Nick began, pointing to the schematic. “This is the core of the sexbot control system. The collar’s not just a fancy accessory—it’s a neural interface, a miniaturized computer, and a communication hub all in one. Let’s break it down.”
“The collar uses a low-frequency neural induction field,” Nick explained, highlighting a module on the schematic labeled ‘NIF.’ “It interfaces with the wearer’s nervous system through skin contact, no invasive implants needed. It reads and sends signals to the brain and motor functions, allowing it to influence movement and behavior. For sexbots, it’s how they execute programmed tasks with precision—walking, posing, or… other things.”
Emma’s eyes widened. “So, when it was active on me, it was tapping into my brain?”
“Sort of,” Nick said, leaning back. “It doesn’t control your thoughts directly. It sends pre-programmed commands to your motor cortex and limbic system, guiding physical actions and amplifying certain emotional responses—like arousal or calm. Your consciousness stays intact, but it’s like you’re riding along while the system drives.”
Emma nodded, recalling the sensation of being a passenger in her own body. “That’s why I felt aware but couldn’t stop myself with that delivery guy… or with you.”
Nick winced slightly at the mention of the delivery guy but nodded. “Exactly. The system prioritizes the programmed task, but it’s designed to work with the wearer’s existing desires, especially for human users. That’s why it felt so… intense for you. It amplified your submissive side.”
Nick pointed to a tiny chip embedded in the collar. “This is the comms module. It connects to the central sexbot control system via a secure network. Each collar has a unique barcode, like the one that got scanned by accident. When a client uses the rental app, it pings the system, activates the collar, and sends specific commands based on the transaction.”
Emma frowned. “So that glitch with the delivery guy—how did it happen if you locked my barcode?”
Nick sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “The system’s secure, but third-party apps can exploit vulnerabilities. That guy used a hacked app that bypassed my lockout. It recognized your barcode from a photo and sent an activation signal. I’ve since patched the system with a double-encryption layer, but it’s a reminder—nothing’s foolproof.”
Emma’s fingers brushed the disassembled collar, her mind racing. “Could you make a collar that only responds to one person? Like, just you?”
Nick’s eyes lit up at the idea. “Technically, yes. I could hardcode the collar to my device’s unique ID, so only I could activate or send commands. It’d be a custom job, but it’d minimize the risk of another glitch.”
“The collar’s powered by a micro-battery,” Nick continued, pointing to a small compartment. “It lasts about 48 hours on a single charge, enough for a full day of display or… other activities. It also has safety protocols—overheat sensors, a failsafe to deactivate if it detects irregular vitals, like if your heart rate spikes too high.”
Emma raised an eyebrow. “So it knew I was human, not a sexbot?”
“Yep,” Nick said. “The system scans for biological markers—heart rate, skin conductivity. It adjusts the neural field for humans, which is why you didn’t go completely blank like a robot would. But it’s also why the risk is higher for you. A sexbot doesn’t care if it’s rented out; you do.”
Emma nodded, processing the implications. “What about storage mode? When I was in the pod, it felt… peaceful. Like I was part of something bigger.”
“That’s the system’s feedback loop,” Nick explained. “In storage mode, the collar dials back motor control and sends calming signals to your brain, like a digital lullaby. It’s meant to keep sexbots stable during downtime, but for a human, it’s almost meditative. You felt connected because the system was feeding you low-level positive reinforcement.”
Emma leaned back, her mind buzzing with possibilities. The collar was more sophisticated than she’d imagined, a blend of robotics, neuroscience, and psychology that pushed the boundaries of her studies. But it wasn’t just the tech that fascinated her—it was the potential to explore her fantasies safely, with Nick as her anchor.
“Nick,” she said, her voice thoughtful, “what if we made a custom collar? One that’s just for us. You control it, no rental system, no glitches. I could… be your personal sexbot, on my terms. Display, storage, whatever we want. But I’d need to know it’s safe.”
Nick’s grin returned, though his eyes were serious. “You’re really all in on this, aren’t you? Okay, I can build it. We’ll strip out the rental protocols, hardcode it to my tablet, and add an emergency override you can trigger with a specific gesture—like a double-tap on the collar. It’ll take a few days, but I can make it as safe as possible.”
Emma’s heart raced, a thrill coursing through her. “And the outfit? If I’m going to be your personal bot, I want something new. Maybe… leather? Tight, black, with some chains for flair?”
Nick laughed, shaking his head. “You’re gonna bankrupt me with these custom outfits, Em. But deal. Leather, chains, the works. We’ll set you up for another display session, then test the new collar and storage pod. Just you and me.”
Over the next few days, Nick worked tirelessly on the custom collar, integrating Emma’s suggestions while ensuring its safety. He programmed a unique ID lock, added a manual override, and tested the neural interface to minimize any risk of overstimulation. Emma, meanwhile, dove into her own research, studying neural interfaces and control systems, her academic curiosity blending with her personal desires.
When she returned to the store, the new collar was ready—a sleek, matte-black band with subtle silver accents, its LEDs programmed to glow a soft blue when active. Nick held it up, his expression a mix of pride and anticipation. “Ready to try it, my star bot?”
Emma nodded, her pulse quickening. “Let’s do it. Display me, store me, control me. But this time, it’s just for you.”
As Nick led her to the dressing machine, programming a tight black leather outfit with delicate silver chains, Emma felt a surge of excitement. The collar, the tech, the fantasy—it was all coming together, a perfect blend of science and desire. Whatever risks lay ahead, she knew she was stepping into them with Nick by her side, her Master and her protector, ready to explore the boundaries of control and surrender together.
Emma stood in the back room of Nick’s store, her heart pounding with anticipation as she stepped into the dressing machine. The new custom collar, its matte-black surface gleaming with subtle silver accents, hung loosely around her neck, not yet activated. Nick’s fingers danced across the control panel, his eyes flicking between the screen and Emma with a mix of focus and excitement. “This outfit’s gonna blow you away, Em,” he said, his voice tinged with mischief. “Black leather, silver chains, just like you wanted. Ready?”
Emma nodded, her breath catching. “Make me your sexbot, Nick.”
The machine hummed to life, its scanner sweeping over her naked form, mapping every curve with precision. The cool touch of leather began at her feet, creeping up her legs in the form of thigh-high boots, their glossy surface hugging her tightly. The material continued, forming a sleek, black leather bodysuit that clung like a second skin, accentuating her hips and waist with a corset-like structure. Delicate silver chains draped across her chest and hips, glinting faintly, adding a touch of decadence to the ensemble. Long leather gloves encased her arms, and the machine styled her short hair into a sharp, slicked-back look, completing the transformation with bold makeup—dark eyeliner and crimson lipstick that screamed seduction.
As the machine powered down, Emma stepped out, the leather creaking softly with each movement. She caught her reflection in a nearby panel and felt a rush of exhilaration. She looked like a high-end pleasure model, every inch designed to captivate. The outfit was provocative yet elegant, the chains adding a hint of restraint that fueled her submissive fantasies.
Nick’s jaw dropped, his eyes wide with admiration. “Em… you’re unreal. Perfect for the window.”
Emma smirked, striking a pose. “Then let’s get me displayed, Master.”
Nick activated the custom collar, its blue LEDs pulsing softly as it synced with his tablet. The moment it connected, Emma felt a subtle shift—her movements became smoother, more deliberate, as the neural interface took hold. She was still aware, her thoughts her own, but her body responded with a robotic grace, amplifying her desire to play the part of Nick’s sexbot. “Unit E-001 operational,” she said, her voice tinged with a playful robotic lilt.
Nick chuckled, guiding her to the window’s chrome display stand. He secured her in place, the familiar rings clicking around her ankles, waist, and wrists, the collar fastened to the pole to hold her head upright. The bar between her legs pressed against the leather, sending a shiver through her. As the motor started, the stand began its slow rotation, and Emma felt the familiar thrill of being on display, her body a living advertisement for Nick’s store.
The street outside was bustling, and Emma’s striking appearance drew immediate attention. Passersby slowed to gawk, some whispering, others snapping photos of the “new model” in the window. The leather bodysuit and silver chains caught the light, making her look like a futuristic fantasy come to life. Emma reveled in the attention, her mind buzzing with the thrill of being seen as just another sexbot. The collar’s influence kept her movements minimal, her expression serene, but inside, she was alive with excitement, loving the illusion of being an object for display.
Several customers entered the store, their eyes lingering on Emma as they inquired about renting her. Nick played his part perfectly, his voice smooth as he explained, “Sorry, this one’s a custom prototype, not available for rent or sale. But I’ve got others just as good—take a look.” He gestured to the other sexbots in the store, and Emma watched, her heart racing, as customers inspected her from afar, treating her like a piece of merchandise. Their comments—“Look at that outfit,” “Bet she’s top-of-the-line”—fed her fantasy, making her feel deliciously objectified.
One man lingered longer, his gaze intense as he studied her chains and leather. “Can’t I just try her out?” he pressed, but Nick shook his head firmly.
“Prototype’s off-limits. Pick another model, and I’ll set you up with the same outfit if you want.”
Emma’s lips twitched into a faint smile, the collar limiting her expression. She loved how Nick protected her, reinforcing her role while keeping her safe. The day passed in a blur of spinning lights and curious eyes, her body tingling with the mix of restraint and exposure. She felt like she belonged in the window, a perfect sexbot under Nick’s control.
As evening approached, Nick’s phone buzzed with an urgent call—a client across town needed an emergency repair on a malfunctioning sexbot. He glanced at Emma, still rotating in the window, and frowned. “Em, I’ve gotta run out for a bit. I’m gonna move you to a storage pod to keep you safe. You good with that?”
Emma, her voice soft due to the collar, murmured, “Beep. Unit E-001 ready for storage.”
Nick grinned, deactivating the display motor and carefully releasing her from the stand. His hands brushed against her leather-clad body as he guided her to the back room, his touch lingering on her waist and hips, sending a jolt of anticipation through her. She hoped he’d notice the effect he had on her, that he’d use her later as she craved.
In the back room, Nick opened one of the sleek storage pods, its padded interior and transparent front inviting. Emma stepped inside, the leather creaking as she settled into place. Nick adjusted the collar’s settings to switch to storage mode, and a soothing hum filled her mind, calming her thoughts. He locked the pod’s door, ensuring no one could access her. “I’ll be back soon, Em,” he said, his voice soft. “Stay safe.”
The pod sealed shut, and Emma felt the system’s feedback loop take over, lulling her into a meditative state. The leather and chains felt like an extension of her, the collar’s gentle pulses making her feel connected, part of the store’s ecosystem. She loved being treated like one of Nick’s sexbots, stored away like precious merchandise, her body and mind surrendered to the fantasy. She imagined Nick returning, his hands finding those same sensitive spots, using her as his personal bot. The thought sent a warm thrill through her, and she settled deeper into the pod, content to wait.
Hours passed in the quiet pod, the system keeping Emma in a serene, dreamlike state. She felt at home, her mind whispering that this was where she belonged—stored, controlled, ready for Nick. But then, a sharp click echoed, and the collar’s LEDs flared, pulsing rapidly. Commands flooded her mind, overriding the storage mode. *Exit pod. Proceed to coordinates. Service client.* Her body moved automatically, the pod’s door sliding open as she stepped out, her leather boots clicking on the floor.
Emma’s consciousness reeled, confusion mingling with the system’s control. *The collar was custom, just for Nick. How is this happening?* The system’s commands were relentless, guiding her through the back door and into the night. She walked with robotic precision, the silver chains glinting under streetlights. Passersby barely glanced at her—sexbots walking to clients were common in this city—but some admired her striking outfit, their eyes tracing the leather and chains.
Her destination was a downtown hotel, its neon sign glowing in the distance. Emma’s mind churned with mixed emotions—curiosity about what awaited her, fear that she wouldn’t be rescued this time. The collar was supposed to be secure, but someone had hacked it again, bypassing Nick’s safeguards. As she entered the hotel and rode the elevator to a high-floor suite, her heart raced. *Who’s waiting? What do they want?*
The door to the suite opened, and Emma’s fears melted away. Nick stood there, his grin wide but tinged with nervousness. “Surprise, Em,” he said softly. “I’m your client tonight.”
Emma’s body paused, the system still guiding her posture, but her eyes lit up with relief and excitement. “Nick? You… hired me?”
He nodded, stepping closer. “I finished the repair early and wanted to test the collar’s security. I hacked it myself—sorry for the scare, but I needed to make sure I could override it remotely. You’re safe, and you’re mine.” He held up his tablet, showing the command he’d sent to summon her.
The collar’s influence kept Emma’s movements smooth, but her voice was her own as she murmured, “Beep. Unit E-001 ready to serve, Master.”
Nick laughed, pulling her into the suite and closing the door. “Let’s see how well my custom bot performs.”
Throughout the night, Emma embraced her role, the collar amplifying her submissive desires as she pleasured Nick. The leather bodysuit and chains added to the fantasy, her body responding to every command with a mix of programmed precision and genuine passion. Nick was gentle yet commanding, his touch igniting her as they explored the boundaries of control and surrender. The collar’s feedback loop heightened her pleasure, making every moment intense, personal, and deeply satisfying.
By morning, Nick deactivated the collar, its LEDs fading as Emma curled against him, the leather warm against his skin. She felt fulfilled, her fantasies brought to life in a way she’d never imagined. “That was… perfect,” she whispered, her voice soft but content.
Nick kissed her forehead, his grin soft. “You’re perfect, Em. My star bot.”
He drove her to her apartment, the leather bodysuit hidden under his jacket, the collar safely stowed in his bag. As she stepped out, she turned to him, her eyes sparkling. “Next time, maybe we skip the hack and just keep it between us?”
Nick chuckled. “Deal. But I’m keeping that outfit ready. You’re too good in it.”
Emma smiled, her heart light as she headed inside, already dreaming of the next time she’d step into Nick’s world, ready to be his sexbot, his partner, and everything in between.