The Collar

Brian Miller was 32 years old, and had been happily married for
over five years to the love of his life, Lillian. They had met in college, through their Greek society connections. He was an Alpha Eta, and she was a Delta Pi.

Their sophomore year, her sorority had lost honors to his frat, and the girls had been slaves to the boys for a semester. Lillian had been Brian’s personal servant, and he used that fact to take her virginity from every orifice.

When her sorority‘s “debt” had been paid and the game ended, Lillian and Brian continued dating, and the “slave game,” as they called it, was still an occasional part of their sex life. They both enjoyed it, but neither one of them was so addicted to it that they couldn’t find satisfaction by more traditional means. Even after 5 years of marriage, it still popped up several times a year. It had progressed to light bondage, where he tied her arms to the bed and ravished her mouth and ass, something he knew she didn’t particularly enjoy, but endured to provide for the pleasure of her Master.

Lillian worked as an assistant to a team of researchers. She had majored in psychology and brain waves in college, and she kept many of the things the researchers envisioned based in reality. She spent long hours there sometimes, but the pay was outstanding. She didn’t like her job because she could never talk about what she was working on there with Brian. No amount of money could make up for the hole her job caused in their relationship, but they had hope for a freer lifestyle someday.

Brian was trying to write a book, and to that end, he had been staying at home alone all day to have peace and quiet in which to concentrate. He had been an Mechanical/Electrical Engineer, building missile parts for Raytheon, but he had recently given notice and quit just over a month before to focus on his book.

He usually worked on his own desktop computer, but his monitor had gone down in the middle of the night, so today he was using Lillian’s, using the wireless file sharing to access his work.

After working for a few hours that morning, he stretched and yawned, then got up to refill his coffee. When he got back, he noticed a flashing icon at the bottom, so he clicked it open.

“New files being downloaded to “Project Freedom.” it said. Curious, he open it up. To his surprise, it asked him for a password prompt. He typed in his wife’s mother’s maiden name and his own birthday, (her usual password) and the file opened.

It was a schematic of a complicated circuit, part of a larger whole. He went into the parent directory, and found a .doc with the overview of the project, and was astonished at what he read there.

The team had been tasked with designing a device that controlled brain waves and thought patterns. It would use pleasure and pain, Pavlovian style, to encourage certain patterns, and pain to discourage others.

The device would generate waves that would interact with the brain. The problem they had been having was that after only a few minutes of wearing the device, blood vessels would burst in the test animal’s brains and they would die.

Brian noticed something amiss in the circuitry of the file that had just finished downloading, and scribbled a few computations on a scrap of paper. He smiled slightly to himself, the ran the numbers again, just to double check. His smile broadened, then he changed one of the circuits, switching a transistor for an impedance modulator on the drawing, and saved the file into his own folder in her computer.

He got a fresh scrap of paper, jotting down a list of parts, then grabbed his keys and went to Radio Shack. He filled his list there, then went to the hardware store for afew more things.

He bought a thick leather strap at another store, and a buckle to fit it. Then, he drove home and started assembly on his workbench in the garage.

Hours later, he noticed it getting dark, so he flipped on the lights. The phone rang, and it was Lillian, calling to let him know that she would be a few hours late that night. He told her he loved her, and that he would have a surprise when she got there.

The hours flew by for him; he was so involved in the project. He had stalled in writing his book, and this was the perfect distraction to get his mind clear. He worked straight through until he was finished, around midnight.

After assembling the boards with the circuit components, it was just a matter of lining the inside of the leather strap with the micro-thin wires needed to generate the waves, and then gluing a piece of velvet over it. The circuit box and battery pack was attached to the side opposite the buckle and ring, then covered with a small metal box, the electric eye from the universal TV remote receptor glued onto it.

He cleaned up his workbench, then took the collar back to the computer room. He had fitted the remote control with a USB cord, so he plugged it into his computer.

It took him half an hour to adapt a program that would let him control the remote, then he rolled the big screen TV into the room and taped the open collar to the screen, wire side in.

He had a slider bar that would let him adjust the power the collar emitted, and at it’s highest setting, the snow pattern measured by the wires only reach six inches or so from the leather. He could only hope that was enough, because if it wasn’t, a bigger battery pack was going to be needed, and that wouldn’t fit into a collar very well.

He called Petra, their 3 year old Border Collie into the room, and fastened the collar on her neck. “Hope this doesn’t hurt, girl.” he said softly, then activated the collar with the computer. Petra shivered a bit, then sat down and offered her paw for him to shake.

“Oh, okay, good girl.” he laughed, and got her a cookie from a drawer. She took it and gobbled it down. “Now, let’s see what this can do?”

He set the slider bar to about 1/3, then watched carefully as he slowly increased the power. Petra shivered again, then lay down when it reached about half. He left it there a moment, watching her quiver. She didn’t appear to be in pain, though. She wasn’t whining, just shivering, as if filled with excitement from watching a deer.