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And as you bask in the afterglow, your body weak and limp, glistening with sweat, you feel something slip around your neck. A bright purple collar, with a glistening blue star on the front, reading simply "Trixie". You look down at it, confused. You tug at it, trying to take it off, only to realize it has no buckle to remove it. Trixie leans in to whisper into your ear. "Good minion," she coos, her voice sweet and seductive, your mind drifting away to slumber.
Sure, after you wake up, wash up and be on your way, you get to fuck your favorite pony. But the collar always stays, and nobody can see it but you. And every once in a while, it sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, rendering you weak and helpless. That's when Trixie appears before you, that confident, sexy smirk on her face, those violet eyes watching you reduced to a helpless, horny bitch.
And before long, she's all you can think about. You can't help yourself, and the more you try to resist that magic spell she's put on you, the more of a helpless little slave for her you become. You want to serve her all the time, and make your collar visible to the rest of the world. You've become proud of your servitude to the Great and Powerful Trixie, and don't want anything else. |
