Andrea walks into her bedroom with a package before heading to her yoga class. She is curious who sent her a basic collar as she is not into kinky endeavors. It is pretty so she puts it on and starts reading the note.
“Hello! thanks for ordering this control collar. The operation is pretty simple, once you put it on, you’ll have about 30 seconds to get prepared, then it takes over. The only way to remove it is to have an orgasm. Have fun!”
As soon as she reads the note, her arms snap to her sides like a T-Rex, and her lips lock shut. She starts to become aroused, though naturally, she is concerned because she can’t move her arms or speak. She finds that her lips only lock shut when she tries to speak, which makes for a lot of gag-talk.
She stands up to try and get free, or figure out what to do, but can only walk like a T-rex as well. As her arousal grows, she remembers that the only way to get free is an orgasm, so she struggles really hard to get her hands to her crotch, but to no avail. She starts grinding her hips in the hopes that it will help, as she’s only getting more and more aroused ( an effect of the collar). Andrea climbs back on the bed, and struggles really hard to get her hands to her crotch. Lot’s of struggling, pelvic thrusting, and trying to yell for help ensue.
Finally, she gets off the bed, and starts grinding on the furniture, which seems to work. She comes hard, and is able to take the collar off, annoyed but also entertained.