“Honey… Honey?”

That was strange; his girlfriend never called him honey before.

Joe squinted as he awoke, it was rather early for him, and he took several moments to stretch and adjust to the early morning light. Something shifted over him, and he jolted, seeing his girlfriend, Sophia in front of him. That in itself was not that bizarre. They slept together, and sometimes she was a late riser. Though it was rare to see her on her knees, legs wide open, hands planted beside his shoulders.

His gorgeous girlfriend was perfect as she was. Young and beautiful, with massive, heavy tits that stretched out anything she wore, just the right amount of curve, and an hourglass waist he could grip whenever she was on top when they had sex. Though instead of a loose fitting night shirt, she wore a thin tank top and thong, holding a collar in her mouth as she whimpered, grinding her covered pussy over his crotch. Joe didn’t always have morning wood, but waking up like this was making him hard in his boxers.

Distracted by Sophia’s warm body on top of him, he noticed the collar in her mouth second, and the fact that she actually had on make-up third. She looked incredible, as though a professional cam girl came right into his room. But, crap- he needed to focus as she took the collar from her mouth and began to speak.

“Honey, wake up. I need you right now.”

“Huh? What’s going on?” Joe really didn’t want her to get off of him, but he delicately held her shoulders and pressed her away to sit up.

“Joe…” She said his name slowly, taking the collar and folding it in her hands, a soft blush over her cheeks as she met his eyes. “I want you to collar me.”

Surprised, Joe stilled and tried to think past his erection. Collar his girlfriend? Where did that come from?

“I- why?”

Sophia let out a drawn out breath, scooting back to sit on her knees looking more like her usual self.

“Last night… There was this guy who tried to collar me. I- I didn’t know him or anything.” She swallowed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I thought that if I asked like this, you would do it as soon as you woke up. To…”

As she trailed off, Sophia pressed a hand to her neck, swallowing.

“To keep me safe.”

All at once the rush of noise from the world outside of their bedroom to distant cars hit Joe all at once, and he took a moment to process everything his girlfriend just said.

Someone tried to collar her? Last night? Where? Did he know him?

Anger and indignation shook him; his own heat from someone daring to take his Sophia away from him turned his loose, lost expression into a cold frown.

“What happened to the guy? Did he try following you?” Joe took Sophia into his arms and held her close, petting the back of her head while scanning his room for clothes to get out as soon as he could.

Sophia shook her head, pulling from his warmth to keep her hands on his chest. Their eyes met, and her gaze on him relaxed.

“I ran away. He was pushy, but he backed off when I screamed.”

A tiny bit of relief seeped into Joe’s bones and he realized belatedly his hands felt cold. Inhaling, Joe took Sophia into another hug, and exhaled. As long as she was safe.

“Will you… keep me safe?” She asked, voice louder near his ear.

Nodding against her, Joe took the collar from the bed and stared down at it. It was pretty, a long strip of black leather bejeweled at its center with a rosy-pink heart and little silver detailing surrounding it. The metallic circle that would sit at the center of her throat would be perfect for a leash.

Joe had seen other girls being walked on them, sometimes being tugged around, he thought of his beautiful girlfriend at the hands of a cruel owner, spanking her when she misbehaved or treating her with the same rights as a dog.

Women who were collared were different. They would abandon their schools, jobs and sometimes their families to serve one man forever. Joe couldn’t imagine doing something like that to Sophia. She was brilliant! And in the top of her college class. She’d probably graduate with high honors, make a name for herself, and if they stayed together they’d have an amazing life!

Joe swallowed, as Sophia got on her hands and knees, looking up to him expectantly.

But if he collared her, all of that couldn’t happen- could it? That man- if he collared her instead, he’d lose her forever. Joe didn’t want that, he could feel his pulse quicken just thinking about it.

After a short, nervous breath, Joe wrapped the leather around his girlfriend’s neck and fastened the clasp.

He held his breath, waiting to see if she would change. Worrying his lip, he sat back and watched as Sophia pressed her finger tips onto the jeweled heart, swallowing.

Neither of them moved, and it seemed as though his girlfriend had been holding her breath as well. Blinking, she met his eyes and pulled him into a slow, gentle kiss.

“Thank you, honey.”

Once more, Joe didn’t know why she’d suddenly started calling him honey- though as their lips pressed against each other firmly, he started to get the idea. If the virus turning women into slaves to men had affected her, it made sense she could be more affectionate.

If he hadn’t collared her, she would have submitted to someone else.

The first day they spent together was tense.

Joe couldn’t help but watch her any time she was nearby. She didn’t normally wear much clothing around their home, but she would at least wear a bra or shorts. Sophia’s bouncy, perfect breasts remained open to the air, swinging any time she moved, her nipples always hard in the cool room air. Joe couldn’t help but stare, and each time she caught him staring, she giggled and lifted her top, immediately making his dick rise just a bit.

It was nice to see her so happy to be near him, but as the day dragged on, he was weary of her irrevocably changing personality. It was bound to happen, it made Joe nervous, but he could get used to her being her usual self- just a little more sweet.

The second day, that switch had yet to be flipped, and nervously, he went to work, knowing Sophia was going to class with a collar in plain sight. No one would try and bully her would they? It wasn’t like high school, everyone at her university tended to keep to themselves. And yet he couldn’t help but worry if she’d be mocked or denied education.

A heavy, productive day forced the worrisome thoughts out of his head, too busy to focus on anything but not making a mistake until he was home again, and Sophia was nowhere to be seen.

Should he try calling her?

Should he go and get her?

Still in his day clothes, he’d been pacing around the living room area until the opening of the door startled him and Sophia entered, carrying bags of groceries.

Ah.

She was just out shopping.

They were rather low on things like vegetables and some snacks.

Still, he walked to her, giving her a long hug wordlessly. It wasn’t even very late, but he’d been worried all the same.

“Oh hello honey! I missed you!” Sophia pulled back to grin, and eagerly kissed him. Enthusiastic kisses were usually what they did in the bedroom, but he wouldn’t say no to her tongue sliding all around his mouth. She tasted sweet.

She smelled sweet.

“You smell nice.” Joe looked down to her, brushing hair from her face.

The groceries remained abandoned on the kitchen area counter as Sophia took his wrists and placed his rough hands on her braless tits. She’d gone the entire day without a bra? That was very new.

“I got a new lotion I knew you’d like. It won’t taste like eating perfume either.” Sophia giggled, kissing Joe’s cheek, neck and lips before turning to put the groceries away.

So she got some sort of new scent just for him? That was sweet of her, but Joe was happy with her natural scent as well.

Not letting his confusion show, Joe, hummed and helped her.

“Oh- ah, honey. You don’t need to! I can handle it!” Sophia gave him a bright smile and continued to work, as much as he wanted to protest, he felt it better not to. Her being a little independent wasn’t technically bad.

Though as the night went on, he noticed that not only did she do everything unasked, she was strangely, exceedingly too eager to see to his every whim.

Dinner was a full meal of white rice, chicken stir fry and steamed vegetables. That was… very new.

It wasn’t as though they couldn’t afford good food- but they usually ate separately or smaller meals while Sophia studied and he tended to his online classwork.

When asked, Sophia acted as though there wasn’t anything to worry over.

That night, he knew for sure the collar was cementing her new personality. Before he could relax beneath the sheets, she was on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, pulling his pants and underwear down, stroking his cock like he’d asked her to when he had done no such thing.

Her hands were soft and warm on his skin, and in the dim light of the bedroom he could see she was only wearing a thong. She’d gone to class with that on? It was sexy, but he wasn’t complaining as her grip tightened around him enough to make him sigh with relief.

Her wrist dragged up and down, palms working his shaft to tease him and bring him to full attention. Licking his lips that had gone dry, Joe looked down to Sophia as she had her eyes on his cock, smiling as she pumped him until he felt hot enough to burn alive.

“Sophia…”

She glanced up at him, leaning her head on his thigh, and played with his balls with her free hand.

“Yes honey?”

Fuck, she was beautiful. Soft, lip-gloss covered lips kissed up and down his cock, one hand working the head and the other massaging his thigh. Her eyes closed slowly, and Joe could barely make out her eyeliner and mascara thick lashes.

His mind went blank when those shiny lips replaced her hand, engulfing his cock inch by inch until dragging back up. The inside of her mouth was incredibly hot and wet, and the back of her throat massaged him as she pulled him as deep as she could, her lips and nose pressing firm on his lower belly.

“Fu-aaaa-” Joe’s head rocked back as his hips worked up. Damn, when did she get so good at taking cock like that? He could hardly fight the urge to fuck her throat, and she obliged, holding onto his waist as he pumped shallow thrusts into her. Wet messy slaps echoed off the walls and an orgasm hit him too soon.

Hot white coated her throat and inside of her mouth as he let it all out with a loud groan, his hips bucking as she held herself down onto him until he stopped.

Skin burning hot, Joe could barely see in his haze the way she opened her mouth and swallowed, sticking out her tongue to show that she’d taken all of it.

“Thank you Master.” She moaned, batting her cute lashes.

Joe’s mind didn’t clear enough to really register what she’d said.

The next few days blurred into waking up, Sophia giving him an incredible blowjob, work, online classes, incredible dinners and blowjobs before passing out.

Sophia’s wardrobe changed suddenly, from cute and modest shirts and jeans to revealing blouses, thin miniskirts, heels, and stockings. Her hair was brushed into styles that framed her face well, and she regularly wore silver earrings to match her collar.

She was far from shy, but when it came to his wants and needs, she was extremely enthusiastic now.

Joe felt a part of him wilt when she called him Master.

“Do you want a foot rub Master?”

“Can I make you a sandwich Master?”

“Would it please the Master if I presented my slave pussy to him?”

Joe tried to assure her she wasn’t a slave, but it seemed as though she wouldn’t believe otherwise.

He tried to play along, for a time.

Two blowjobs turned into dipping into his more hungering wants. Instead of a shirt, she wore a lacy bra and thong around their home. He didn’t try to fight it, lifting her heavy handful breasts up from the lace and taking his mouth to her nipples, sucking them right in the middle of any room they were in.

He had not actually had sex with her since before her collaring, and could not believe she practically jumped on him without them getting a condom first.

She wasn’t on a pill or any birth control, and he wasn’t ready for a family yet!

But seeing her bent over their kitchen counter, legs wide open and pussy practically dripping with her thong pulled aside, he figured he could try and pull out in time.

Sophia’s bare walls gripping his cock as she came had him panic, knowing he was going to fuck her pregnant if he didn’t stop.

The way she begged for him to cum inside him was too much, and the next time he resisted, wishing he could feel her sopping wet pussy again, but even with a condom on she gripped him with her insides more tightly than he thought possible.

The kitchen, living room, bedroom, shower, hallway- Joe thought he was in heaven as day by day she was open to having sex anywhere he wanted. Their sofa shook as he slammed his cock in her, her legs spread wide open, nearly in a full split. He wasn’t even that horny, but he couldn’t get enough of her. In the middle of the day, as soon as she got home from classes- she was so wet and eager!

However, when Sophia told him she was dropping out of her classes, he felt like blocks of ice had frozen his feet to the floor.

“Sophia, why? You were doing great!” Joe hadn’t had to work that day, and fully expected her to leave that morning after he came deep inside her with a condom that threatened to pull off from how drenched her insides were.

Proudly, she shook her head and smiled, still straddling his softening cock.

“It was getting in the way of taking Master’s cock! And now you can fill me with your cum! I can have as many kids as you put in me!”

Shocked, and scared, Joe freed his cock from under her and bit his lip, turning away.

Fuck. This is what he didn’t want.

His girlfriend was actually turning into the perfect slave-wife. Cooking, cleaning and always eager to have sex. She’d probably walk on her hands and knees with a leash by now. Joe… couldn’t have this. He needed to get her back to normal somehow.

His Sophia, who’s natural scent was gentle and was beautiful without make up and who’s messy bed hair was more charming than some sexy, styled porn star hair.

He didn’t even remember the last time she talked about her classes.

“Is Master displeased? Shall this slave be punished?”

Joe groaned, holding Sophia’s shoulders as he looked at her face. She didn’t look scared, as though being punished was somehow a turn on. He cringed and looked down before he could look at her eyes once more.

“Can you re-enroll? I don’t want you to quit school- and I don’t want any kids yet.” He asked, feeling like the woman he held was a stranger.

“Why would a slave enroll in school? A slave is only supposed to serve her master.” Sophia giggled for him, and Joe groaned, removing himself from under her.

“I need to shower.”

“Shall I wash the Master’s back?”

Joe tried not to grimace again as he shook his head and slid the cum filled condom off.

“No, you get some water. Don’t worry. I’ll be right back.”

The condom was wrapped in a tissue and chucked in a bin, and Joe decided that the next time they had sex, it would be with his actual girlfriend.

No one knew how exactly the virus worked, but it only affected women. Once they were infected, women would think of nothing but serving a man for the rest of their lives. A collar sealed the deal and once owned, there was no turning back. Men all over the world didn’t even bother to find a cure as billions got to celebrate their perfect wives and harems of slaves.

Joe didn’t claim to be a Nobel Prize winner or some kind of super genius- but he had to do something. Even if it meant having his girl back for an hour at a time.

She hadn’t expressed any want of him to collar her before that one night, but maybe if he knew what to look for before the virus infected someone?

There weren’t many women at his work place, most of them quit and either chained to a bed or in someone’s harem. He remembered overhearing his boss lament not collaring one of his co-workers who had massive, triple D cup tits and wide hips. He remembered the distaste at how he laughed about breeding her and putting those child rearing hips to use.

It was so common now for men to openly talk about women like that at work. If they complained, they could just be collared and replaced.

Maybe one of Sophia’s friends could help him? She hadn’t gone out with anyone- in fact, women in general disappeared if they didn’t have a collar.

Sophia was brave in that sense, putting her education and goals above all else- but she nearly got jumped for it. Maybe there were women he could just… talk to?

No- they wouldn’t trust him. Maybe he could try searching online for an answer!

His work day felt too long as he planned and planned in his head, eager to get home and start his research. While he appreciated the savory tilapia and expertly cut vegetables, he thanked Sophia for the platter of homemade fries and took them to his laptop where he searched everywhere he knew there would be traffic.

There were women-only social spaces that required an ID to access- and while he could have used Sophia’s, a strong part of him felt awful for breaking a stranger’s privacy, not only that- he didn’t want to use her like a bus pass. He wasn’t like his boss.

There were plenty of discussions, mostly men typing out harassment and uncollared, horny women openly posting their names online. It was honestly, scary.

But he needed to focus.

Hours passed, and with no results, he gingerly held off Sophia’s lusty gaze and loving touch to just sleep.

All he wanted to do was save her.

The next morning, he had to admit, his balls were kind of sore.

He watched as Sophia bent forward against the wall in front of him, wet pussy completely exposed as she fingered herself with quiet little squelches.

“I did something wrong, didn’t I? I’m sorry. Please fuck my slave pussy! I won’t do it again, just fuck me!”

It was fortunate Joe did not have work that day, because after giving her a soft kiss on her forehead, he was hard for nearly half an hour, trying to calm himself down and complete his online school work.

Basic results weren’t showing him anything, he would have to dig deep into old forums and chat rooms. Sophia walked in on him wearing a maid headband and apron, catching his attention in a vice. She never dressed up for him like that before. No thong, only heels, Sophia looked amazing as she swayed her hips, cleaning their bedroom. Joe hoped she would be open to wearing that when she regained her personality.

Hard, again, Joe tapped his foot on the ground and swore. The sooner he got rid of this hard on, the sooner he could get back to work.

“Sophia.”

“Yes Master?” She looked hopeful, clutching the bottom of her apron with her thighs pressed together tight.

Wordlessly, he slid off his pants and turned towards her, looking away as she squealed and got on her knees. Warmth enveloped him, but not her mouth or hands. The apron lay in a white crumple right in front of her legs as she lifted her tits up, squeezing his cock between them.

“Master wasn’t satisfied with this slave’s worthless pussy. So this slave will give her Master something she knows he enjoys.”

Plap. Plap. Plap.

Her heavy tits gently slapped against Joe’s inner thighs as she pressed them tight around his cock.

“Fuck.” Joe whispered, she’d never done this before, and damn it was hot!

He promised he wouldn’t fuck her until she was herself, but this didn’t count- surely. Pumping his hips up, he groaned, the heat of her breasts making his erection feel incredible. Her skin was so damn soft everywhere he touched, but between her breasts was divine.

Would she have done this before? How many guys were just like him, having their cocks serviced day and night by gorgeous and eager women they owned?

Sophia’s tongue traced around the head of his cock and he looked down to watch, mind going blank as nothing else in the world mattered but filling her with cum.

In the corner of his vision, the chatroom he’d joined kept scrolling.

Right.

He had a girlfriend to save, and he would.

Her massive tits jiggled even as she pressed them tighter, letting him fuck into them. It was too much, he was going to cum too fast again- yet this time, he welcomed it, splattering her chin and entire chest in a coat of dripping white. His cum clung to her neck, drizzling down to her nipples. She looked hot enough to fuck again right there, but as she cleaned him off first with her mouth, Joe caught his breath.

He needed to hurry. If this kept up, he’d be changed for the worse just like her.

Days passed and Joe retreated to their bathroom whenever he felt the need to turn Sophia into a slam pig. It was hard, she kept wearing sexy outfits while begging to do everything for him. She wanted to suck him off in the morning, ride him early day, spread her legs by afternoon, be fucked silly early in the evening and teased herself in front of him by night, pouting that he was displeased with her.

Their home was spotless, the food was perfect, and the least he could do for her was let her give him massages that didn’t involve her mouth.

Though finally, there was a breakthrough.

Somehow, the virus spread by phone signals on a hidden app. Some tech company paid an unfathomably amount of money to major carriers to have their app come with every phone shipped worldwide, and only by chance did someone discover it when trying to hack into a different program.

The information was being swept under and buried from news outlets, but if there was one thing Joe hadn’t expected to do, it was to use the Dark Web to actually save people.

Taking Sophia’s phone- which hadn’t been used since she’d dropped out of school, Joe raced to have it looked at. Meeting a stranger off the Dark Web was incredibly stupid of him, but it was better than the six hundredth thread on why collared sluts were superior to free whores.

The location wasn’t too terrible. A used parts and tech repair store a lengthy train ride away. There were several others, what looked like a darker skinned woman hidden beneath a dumpy gray-blue hoodie wearing a medical mask, a plain, forgettable looking guy of slim build, and the one man behind the corner who appeared to be of another country- but Joe couldn’t tell which.

“I-uh. Is this…” Joe felt a bit dumb asking aloud. “Shadow Boogie’s meet up?”

“Bro, you could have just said ‘the meetup’.” The woman’s muffled voice came from behind her mask, and Joe didn’t have the energy to refute. It earned a chuckle from the man behind the counter, and the other turned away, clearly not wanting to be involved.

“No- no it’s alright. Come in. Phone?” The man held out his hand, and Joe offered Sophia’s. More surprising was that he was being offered a reward for letting some stranger hack his girlfriend’s phone. Given that there were only a handful of them in the room, it didn’t seem out of the question that even with a cash reward, sex slaves weren’t something anyone wanted to give up.

The store smelled like cheap plastic, ozone and the same kind of rich scent Joe could catch a whiff from Mediterranean restaurants. It wasn’t the worst thing, but it was distracting as he waited and watched as the shop owner tinkered at the glass display doubling as a counter.

When the phone was handed back to him, so was an envelope big enough to secure several bills.

“Check back in next week. It’ll take some time to descramble the shit they put in your girl’s brain- but she should stop acting like she’s cracked and in heat. Get her to- I dunno, play some games that’ll keep her on for twenty minutes a day.”

Weird instructions, but that would be easy. Twenty minutes on a phone a day.

At least, Joe thought it seemed easy. Getting her to sit and stare at her phone when all she cared about was milking his balls dry made it impossible. He tried getting her to watch videos with him, try out apps, but she had no interest in anything that wasn’t below his belt.

It took maneuvering, but holding her close from behind as they shared the bed, he held the phone for them both and asked that she watch him play something. Not like he was that into it, but it guaranteed his girlfriend would sit still and not try and get his clothes off.

The first day, there were no results.

The second, nothing.

He wanted to believe he hadn’t messed up, and just committed twenty minutes to playing games and escaping before Sophia could turn on him and get more than a quick make out. It was when her advances slowed that he felt hope.

She didn’t stop, but on the fifth day, she looked like she was going to cry.

“Hey- hey what’s wrong?” Joe was in front of her, holding her hands as they stood in the living room.

“I… I- Joe, my grades. I-I missed so many days of class, my grades!”

Joe couldn’t believe it, face brightening, he lunged and pulled his girl into a tight embrace.

“It’s okay. It’s alright. I think that I found something that can get you back in. Don’t worry.”

Sophia actually put on panties and a full shirt to wear around the house, complaining that it was far too cold. She didn’t know why she was dressed in an apron and nothing else, but her feet hurt to hell. Joe suppressed his laugh, urging her to put on warm socks as they enjoyed take out delivery that evening.

After he explained what the collar did to her, Sophia balked, reaching to remove it before Joe quickly stopped her, explaining that it wasn’t safe to remove yet. He also explained what he’d done, and Sophia, while not happy, understood.

The reverse signal wasn’t perfect- not yet, but Joe was proud to help when seeing Sophia study on her own, reading through her notes and books she had yet to return.

Sometimes, she would slip back into a thong and heels- but Joe held her close, holding the phone for the both of them as he waited for her to snap out of it.

When Sophia kissed him a few days later, he thought he would have to brush her off again, until he noticed she wasn’t wearing makeup and didn’t smell like sensual oils.

“Hey, it’s me this time.” Sophia pecked him on his forehead, guiding Joe to straddle her as she laid back. “You know, even without the virus and collar- I do still love you.”

It was late in the day, the sun and sky burning orange. Normally, she would still be referring to herself as a slave, but he could tell, this was his girlfriend.

Joe smiled down to her, and pressed his lips on her forehead, taking in her scent and gently captured her lips. She didn’t have the tacky sensation of lip-gloss. He leaned in, scooping her up to trade places. Slowly, Sophia kissed back, chaste as she pecked and smiled against him. She hummed, gripping Joe’s shoulders to steady herself as he slid his hands up and down her sides, cupping her ass and squeezing until she giggled.

She didn’t pant and moan for him, allowing them both to take things slow. They radiated heat, warming the other as they embraced, rolling atop the sheets until Sophia was beneath him, legs wrapped around him as he ground his hardening cock against her. Her cute moans were so quiet, the way he remembered them.

Everything was as he remembered her.

From the way she allowed him to undress her, to the way she looked deep into his eyes as they caught their breath, naked and both needing the other.

Joe was tense as he reached for a condom, expecting her to protest about being bred. But there was nothing. She waited for him until he was above her, spreading her legs and lining himself up with her inviting, tight hole.

He slowly slid into her, feeling her body wince as a soft gasp left her. He was so, so happy.

Joe groaned, pressing himself deeper inside and let Sophia wrap her arms over his neck. Slowly, he slid in and out until he could feel the tension in her body leave her.

“Joe…” Sophia whispered.

She wasn’t calling him Master anymore.

Relief and happiness brought a smile to his lips as he rolled his hips, sensual thrusts going faster and faster. He lifted himself grabbing onto her thighs to watch as her breasts bounced up and down beneath him. Sophia was staring up at him, holding onto the sides of her tits as every hard, needy thrust from him made them jiggle in her hands.

Her hair was a mess, and a blush traveled from her cheeks across her face.

When Sophia moaned, eyes closing and mouth open in a quiet sigh, he fucked her with all the days of pent up frustration and weaker releases he had to endure. Their bed shook, the sound of their skin slapped and echoed loudly off the walls. Sophia shut her eyes tight as she tried to hold back her screams, voice ringing through their home.

Joe could feel her gripping his cock as she came, and he couldn’t last much longer. With a loud yell, he came inside of her, head going gray and in a fog until he blinked seeing his girlfriend panting beneath him.

He’d get her back, completely, one day. He was happy with her for just a few hours a day if it could just be like this.