[ WP ] It 's the future , and the latest kink is mind control collars ( possibly NSFW ) . For up to 2hrs , your bdsm slave can do ANYTHING you want . But rarely , the collars can malfunction ... or get hacked .

When I put on the collar I can feel small tendrils push through my throat and into my spine, then the buzzing of oblivion as my mind empties of its own will. I love the feeling of oblivion. It's peacful, and sexy. My mistress then snaps her collar on and I can feel her will push through the darkness as the Master Collar comes online. 
 It used to be hard to get into subspace, where your sense of self completely dissolved and your dom was now the only thing keeping you safe. It's easy now. 
 
 Her commands are n't something I hear in my head and then obey, nor are they a pain in my mind like a sore tooth. I obey before she even subvocalizes what she wants me to do. To her it's instantaneous, in truth she's just as much a slave to her subconsious as I am to her now. 
 
 I rise and fetch my outfit. She preps St Andrew's Cross. I come back and feel my gaze lower, I have to be respectful, as I help her out of her clothes and into the corset. Soon I am chained up. I'm getting excited, and that excitement is being fed back into her. She knows every feeling I have, my heartbeat, my pleasure. It does n't go both ways. 
 
 And then there was a strong fuzziness. Like a radio tuned to the wrong station. I jerk wildly from side to side, I catch glimpses of my Dom's expression - shock, and terror. We've both heard of malfunctioning collars, we've even taken training on what to do. The most important thing is to not take them off until the seizure is over. Then the fuzz stops and the raspberry liquer feeling of my Dom's will is replace by sulfuric acid and salt. My eyelids have opened wide. My mouth is silent but on the inside I'm screaming. My dom it seems can still feel my terror and pain as she drops her whip and comes over to me. 
 
 `` Help us out of the chains, wo n't you love?'' The other me forces me to ask. 
 
 She looks puzzled but does so. 
 
 I drop to the ground, then begin to choke her. The Master Collar is much smaller than the Slave, leaving her exposed. I laugh. A grating laugh. Not my laugh. I ca n't even try to resist. I only watch. My wrists grow limp and my arms begin to fail as my Dom manages to reach the off switch on my collar. 
 
 Then comes the darkness. 
 
 I'm on a hospital bed. Because my collar was removed improperly I ca n't feel anything. I only stare at the ceiling. 
 
 `` Ah, hello Mr. Avnichuck'' A warm male voice calls, `` How lovely to see that your awake and conscious.'' 
 
 I try to turn my head, but my body is locked. 
 
 `` No need to panic. You've undergone traumatic neural damage. Your Slave Collar was forced out of you without it undergoing the proper shutdown procedure so your stuck in the locked state.'' The doctor explains, `` Thankfully your girlfriend here was honest and open about the damage so we know that we can fix the damage.'' 
 
 I sigh in relief. Metaphorically. 
 
 `` It wo n't be easy though. It'll be a few more days before we can begin surgery proper, we have to fly in a specialist. Lucky you. Then about a month and a half of chemical treatment, then physical therapy. That will probably be for the rest of your life. Now I do n't want to get your hopes up, but there has been one known total recovery from the lock down state. Most never walk again and a few ca n't lead independent lives. This is why we never shutdown improperly.'' The doctor continued to rattle off. 
 
 I'll be stuck like this for a long time. And the scariest part is that I hope it will be. Even without the Slave Collar, I can feel the sulfuric acid and salt in my mind.
