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Amanda had just finished the working design of a collar like device, although there were no bullets in the chambers. She didn’t want to kill her model, after all.
Vanessa sat in a chair, her hazel eyes focused on her girlfriend.
She then shifts her gaze to the device. They had conceptualized, sketched, and built it together. In a way, it was like their baby; an idea brought to life by two twisted minds. “Is it finished?” She asked Amanda, who grinned. “Almost, Vanny. Why? Do you want it, or are you just desperate for a collar around your neck?” Amanda turned with a smirk, the shotgun collar in her hand. Vanessa’s face was reddened as she bit the flesh of her lip. Damn, Amanda had her right where she wanted her. “My little freak.. Luckily for you, bunny; I may or may not have brought one. But, here’s the deal: I have to test this, make sure it would fit somebody properly. If you dare misbehave or step out of line, you won’t get it.”
Amanda’s dominance was on full display, making the normally confident and bold officer squirm a bit. Since when was she so submissive? Since Amanda came into her life, that’s when.
To be fair, Vanessa was often in control at work, harboring respect from her fellow officers. She was a force of nature, someone who had no time for nonsense.
She was glad that she had a chance to give up control, to relax in the hands of her lover. “Alright, bunny. Chin up.”
Vanessa tilted her head back, the cold metal of the shotgun collar closing in on her neck. It was a welcomed feeling, so she let out a sigh of content. She knew the person this was intended for would probably freak out, but not her. “Someone’s happy. How does it feel?” Amanda asked, walking around back to click it into place. She sets up the monitor, the collar already linked.
“A bit tight.”
“Good. This collar isn’t meant for you, so it has to be. Now, stand up and walk thirty one feet out of here.”
“Isn’t that over the limit? I don’t want to get my face blown off!”
“Just do it, princess.”
“Did you just call me princess?!”
“Yeah. Now fucking walk, Vanessa. Before I make you.”
Vanessa starts to walk, unease settling into her stomach. Her steps were slow and deliberate..
Until she picked up speed. Amanda wouldn’t hurt her, and she knew that. The moment she passed thirty feet, shocks flew through her body. They were small, but they still scared her shitless. She could see her girlfriend making her way over.
Amanda bent down and held Vanessa’s chin in between her fingers. “Hiya, Vanny.”
“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!”
“I had to see if it triggered. I wasn’t going to use bullets and see your pretty face go kaboom.” Amanda made explosion noises, Vanessa rolling her eyes. Amanda presses her lips against Vanessa’s. “I’m proud of you.” She murmurs, and Vanessa melts into it.
Those words were so little, but meant so much