Facing your "tormentor". She is an elegant looking lady with her auburn hair done up in a bun. She's wearing a dress that would certainly fit well into Victorian era Western Europe. She smiles as you meet her eyes, a deep green color. She sees the look on your face and smiles.
"Don't worry, my pet," she says recline "behave yourself and you'll be rewarded. Please me and you'll be pleased." she begins unbuttoning her blouse. You are about to help her when the words "my pet" strike your ears. Is that what you've become, some pet? You realize she's distracted. You seize the opportunity and make a run for the door.
"Oh, dear, you are a feisty one aren't you?" she says simply. You see the door wide open in front of you, but just as you reach the threshold you stop. Your muscles refuse to obey you're attempts to move further. You hear your tormentor behind you moving around and chuckling slightly.
"You didn't think I that collar was there simply because it completes the outfit, did you?" she asks and tsks. "Turn around" she says. You obey without even thinking about it. She's wearing a loose fitting robe now and she's allowed he hair down. "Come." she says to you. You try to disobey, but the collar tingles around your neck and you find yourself walking towards her. She walks around you like a shark circling it's prey while she speaks to you.
"You know I had hoped I wouldn't have to use the collar. You're such a pretty little thing after all. I wanted to get to the fun parts right away. Hmmm....well I'll give one last chance. If you agree to be my good little pet willingly it will please me. Choose to continue resisting, and I'll have to break that little spirit of yours. Which is less pleasing." she says "Though it does have its moments." She adds as an afterthought.
She stop circling you and looks directly in your eyes "Tell me now, and don't try and lie, you'll find it impossible. Will you willingly submit to me, my pet?"