Rachel and Satan's Collar
Rachel was an average 28 year old who worked a mundane career as an executive assistant. She had many fantasies and being a very talented artist, many made into detailed drawings. At 5'4" and a 110 pounds she knew she would never be able to pull off the fashions she desired to wear. She didn't date very often due to being afraid to tell a man of her bi-curious desires. Also she was interested in kinky sex but would never admit that to anyone.
On a Thursday during her extended lunch break, Rachel was browsing in a second hand store she never noticed before. Walking in, it had appeared that this place was there forever due to the items were stacked all the way to the ceiling. There was a clerk behind the counter that looked oddly familiar, an older woman in her 60's but Rachel could not figure out how she knew this person. After looking around for 15 minutes, she found a strict looking collar that would go from the bottom of the wearer's chin down over the shoulders. It looked strangely out of place as everything else looked to be antiques. She was drawn to it for some reason, but would never wear it due to how erotic it was. Turning it over in her hands, it was made of a thick black latex substance and was really well made.
When she turned around, the clerk startled her. The lady asked, "Are you interested in the collar? It is priced to sell." Rachel turned bright red realizing she still had the collar in her hands and being caught with it made her feel self conscious. With out thinking, she said "Yes, I'll take it" and looked down at her feet. The clerk said "$15, also this is a very special collar, it will grant you what you desire three times over while you wear it. Just be very cautious of what you wish for as one the last desire is granted, they can not be reversed.
Rachel laughed at the story as the clerk was bagging the collar for her. Forgetting the time, she rushed back to the office to be slightly late from lunch. Her manager, not missing anything caught her as she was sitting down at her desk. Rachel got a lashing from her strict boss telling her she will never make it anywhere and she should just quit. After her boss walked away, she started crying and ran to the bathroom. When she locked the door behind her, she forgot she had the bag with the collar in it. Pulling the collar out, she needed something to comfort her, so she set it around her neck and she did feel better. Looking over at a mirror, the collar looked really out of place with the mundane business outfit she had on. Pulling the zipper up on the back of the collar, she noticed it kept her head held high in a strict position. Turning side to side to look at herself, she blurted out "I wish I was a successful business woman....." All of a sudden the collar tightened which shocked her and her frumpy sweater and slacks turned into a sleek smart looking dress, her flats raised up to designer 3 inch heels, and make up appeared on her face and her hair went from slightly dishevelved to being well groomed and flowing about 2 inches past her shoulders. She gasped from the change, almost falling down not used to wearing anything higher than one inch heels. Reaching back to unzip the collar, it seemed like the zipper was stuck for a moment but pulled down eventually with a lot of effort. When she pulled the collar off, her neck did not seem to enjoy the freedom she expected from the thick and heavy enclosure. She quickly put it back in her bag and left the bathroom.
Walking back onto the office floor was a challenge and when she made it back to her desk, she found her boss sitting there. Rachel asked, "Is there something wrong?" Her (former) boss looked up at her and stated, I don't think so Miss, can I help you out? Rachel looked down at the desk and her nameplate was gone and replaced with her boss's name. Quickly she turned around and looked at the manager's office door and it had her name on it. What is going on she thought and remembered her wish, "the collar really does grant my desires she thought..." She told her new subordinate that she was taking off early and would see her in the morning. Going as quickly as she could she went down to the parking garage and looked for her Kia Rio, not seeing it, she reached into her purse and found keys to a Mercedes, pushing on the key fob, she found her new luxurious car and got into it. Not wanting to waste any time, she reached into her bag and pulled out her new friend and put it around her neck where it belonged and pulled up the zipper, it felt so good and she couldn't wait to get home, she had a plan.......
Getting home and not caring if anyone saw her in her new collar, going from her car to her new apartment (she had look at her drivers license to find it since her old grungy apartment wasn't hers anymore), she made her way over to her drawing desk and went through her drawings and found what she was looking for. It was a self portrait of herself she drew a few years back but dressed differently and modified, she even had a small story written under it which she couldn't remember but for some reason she was thinking about this drawing. The collar she just purchased was on her in this drawing which is confused her for a moment. How could it be? But looking at the drawing was clouding her thoughts, she could be that woman. What the woman wore was mainly a dominatrix outfit with slight signs of submissiveness. The woman had black hair down to her ass, heavy makeup on her face and a nose ring that had chains connecting each ear piercing, with the whitest skin, DD breasts with cartoonish size nipples which had two large piercings which had a chain connecting each piercing which went extended up to a necklace that went around her collar. There was a very strict corset the narrowed the woman's waist to 20 inches at the center that went from the hip bones to under the large breasts. Each arm was covered in a thick latex glove that went up to her arm pits. One arm had a cuff on it which had a very large dildo attached with a chain that would keep it with her at all times. Thick latex boots with 7 inch heels on them extended all the way to the woman's crotch.
Reaching up to her neck to touch her collar, she said, "I wish I was this woman in this drawing". She didn't see a red pentagram glow on the collar then there was a large flash and Rachel fell back. This time the change was instantaneous. What she saw when she got up made her do a double take. She was this woman, clothing, piercings, gloves, dildo, boots. She couldn't believe what she was looking at. Almost naturally, she started to feel her restrictive clothing and in a fog building up to an orgasm, she said, "God I wish I would be like this forever!"
With that, there was another flash but she did not notice it due the most mind blowing orgasm she ever had. Getting up looking at herself she was really pleased and laid back down went to sleep.
When Friday morning came, Rachel woke up to the morning sunlight thinking what happened was a dream and what a great dream it was! But it was time to get ready to work. When she took her gloved hand up to brush her long dark hair out of her face, her dildo bounced onto her forehead. At first she was confused, then a troubling feeling came over her. Looking down she first saw her pierced nipples hanging out from her huge boobs. It actually happened! Dreaming of being a cross between a dominatrix and slut is one thing, being one is another!
She wanted to check out her body naked to figure out how to cover her tits. First she reached back to unzip the collar but the ZIPPER WAS GONE!!!! Not wanting to panic she attempted to pull her gloves off with no luck, same with her boots and corset, there were no openings! She couldn't even get the cuff off with the attached dildo which had to be at least 10 inches long, which was also black and very daunting. Next she tried to get the piercings out with no luck. Next she tried to cut the latex off her body, even the sharpest knife would not even scuff it. Even bolt cutters would not even cut the chains or rings in her body. She said "I wish I had my old body back" but nothing happened.
Her last attempt would be to talk to the woman at the store. Grabbing a sun dress from her closet and putting it on, she then noticed the red pentagram on her collar glowing. The dress shrunk to make a latex hobble dress to her ankles and the piercings melted through the latex showing the necklace with the chain attached to her nipples on the outside of the dress. Luckily she was able to pull the dress off with difficulty, she had to cut it off due to the restrictiveness of the garment, no zipper, and the nipple rings piercing through at her nipples. But every time she put any clothing on, it made the same hobble dress that would go down to her booted ankles. When her closet was empty, with a pile of latex dresses laying on the floor, she was pacing in a panic with her feet hurting badly in her boots. Even her trench coat morphed into the same dress. What was wrong? Then she went back to her drawing to read the story. It was of a dominatrix that accidentally put on a cursed collar which turned her into a perverted sex fiend, trapped in her former dominatrix gear with some additions showing the world she was a slave to her sexuality. Any attempt to cover her identity would result her cover to transform into the same exact dress she had on. She screamed at the realization she wished herself into this cursed woman. She had to try the store keeper and she was resigned to going to the shop in the lewd dress which exposed her nipple piercings and attached chains.
When she got to the shop a two hours later due to the restrictive nature of her clothing and having no way to cover herself, she got many stares. Gripping the dildo in her hand so it wouldn't dangle made her face turn red. To her horror, the shop was empty. She then noticed a note under her booted foot. Having a difficult time picking it up she finally reached it after struggling for a few minutes. The note read "THANK YOU FOR ACCEPTING SATAN'S COLLAR, YOUR FATE IS SEALED FOREVER" She turned to one lone mirror on the opposite wall and saw a cursed dominatrix pierced, booted, gloved, with a dildo hanging from her arm. Holding her gloved hand up to the red glowing pentagram on her collar, she realized she fell in to a trap she will never be free of.