The Kolla

By Daniel Guy

Christmas Morning. Lisa slips from Jake’s bed silently so she doesn’t wake him, and then creeps downstairs with her phone, to have a furtive chat with Claire from HQ.

Returning twenty minutes later with a tray of coffee, juice and chocolates, she 

climbs back into bed. He rouses, smiles, sits up. They kiss as lovers kiss. 

Jake’s a happy man, in his big grey house, content to be exactly where he is, drinking coffee with his gorgeous girlfriend Lisa. She sits beside him wearing his red satin dressing gown and looking oh so beautiful with her long red curly hair and mischievous eyes. They exchange their presents, she gets a gold bracelet peppered with diamonds. She kisses him again, then nonchalantly fetches out a small box neatly wrapped in silver paper. She holds it up then lands it gently on his chest, like a toy helicopter. She watches him unwrap the gift and gaze quizzically at the little box inside.

‘The Kolla, what the fuck is this?’

She takes a breath. She’s learnt the script.

’It’s a sex toy, sort of. I thought it would be fun. It’s like a cock ring, only it vibrates. We download the App on our phones and I can activate it from wherever I am, and make you horny any time I like.’

Jake looks up at her half-smiling, not sure what she means, so she continues.

‘A girlfriend told me all about them, said they’re the latest thing for couples. Over Three Million Sold, the advert said.’ 

Jake reads out the writing on the box.

‘For girls who want to take control, and boys who want to lose it.’

She tries to make it all sound like it’s a laugh.

‘We just download the App then I can operate it from my phone. If you try to take it off, I get a warning signal…’

Jake smiles, takes the gadget from its box, examines it, and with the tips of his fingers he strokes the smooth, soft latex collar, and the small round silver ball attached.

‘Put it on. Let’s try it now. I’ll get my phone. Where’s your’s? I’ll set yours up as well. You put the battery in, get it working.’

Jake is reluctant but she’s insistent, so he decides to keep her sweet on Christmas morning, do just exactly what she wants. 

Ten minutes later he’s standing naked downstairs by the Christmas tree, the rubber collar tucked snug around his cock and balls. Lisa leans against the window with her phone.

‘OK. Let’s see if it works. You ready?’ 

She taps twice on her phone and Jake jerks forward. 

‘Aaah!’ he groans as the Kolla starts to purr, sending highly arousing vibrations through his dick. She squeals with laughter. 

‘Look. It has five levels. You’re on Level 1 right now.’ 

Jake’s caught between extreme pleasure and slight irritation. 

‘Lisa - switch it off, it’s going to make me come and now is not the time.’

His cock is hard already and he’s reaching down but not sure what to do with it. 

‘Don’t touch! That’s cheating.’

Jake lifts his hands up in the air. 

‘That’s better. Don’t worry. There’s a dial here that tells me when you’re just about to come, so I can turn it down, and keep you there, on edge, as long as I like.’ 

Jake moans a little more, unable to decide quite what to do, and then impulsively he reaches down and pulls the Kolla off. 

‘Oh Jake!’ 

‘Sorry Lisa. Not right now. Let’s finish opening the presents first. And then remember we must leave at ten to get to Cathy’s place.’

Lisa sulks, pretends to look disappointed, so he comes over, hugs her tight, says lovely things and then she makes him promise he will put the Kolla on when they get back tonight.

They get back late. He’s just a little pissed and Lisa’s pleased about that. 

They climb into bed. She holds up the purple rubber ring and with the sexiest of grins she says, 

‘Remember Jake, you promised.’ 

He slips it on. She climbs out of bed to find her phone and seconds later he’s stretched out naked on the bed, his cock is stiff, the tiny motor in the silver bell is buzzing very softly. 

‘Does it feel good?’ she asks.

‘Mmmm, it feels incredible…’ he says. 

‘Want to try out level Two?’

‘Go on.’ 

The tiny motor buzzes at a higher pitch and Jake’s body stiffens shakes a little. 

‘Aaah!’ he warns, his voice is trembling, his eyes are closed. 

‘I’ve got you now.’ she says.  

‘I’m going downstairs to make some tea. You stay exactly where you are. And you mustn’t take it off.’

She picks up her phone and leaves the bedroom. Moments later the Kolla stops vibrating. Jake feels very horny and he’s smiling, thinking what a lucky man he is, to have found this crazy girl. 

A minute later, his muscles tense as the Kolla starts vibrating once again and from the kitchen she can hear him moaning. 

Lisa returns, sits in a chair beside the door, sips her tea and watches him. 

She plays with the buttons on her phone, tries out Level 3 this time, enjoys the sight of him writhing, lost in pleasure.  Power corrupts, they say and Lisa is aroused to bursting point herself.  After fifty minutes of lingering precariously on the very edge of coming, Jake is subjected to another thirty-seconds of Level 4. She walks over to the bed and climbs astride him, rides the shaft of his vibrating cock along her cunt and then she fucks him. Finally he shoots, he comes, and lets out a giant roar of blissful joy. 

She leans down to kiss his lips and says,

‘That felt so good, to watch you Jake. So fucking horny.’

They lie beside each other on the bed embracing. Silence. Then he uncouples, reaches down to take the collar off. 

‘What are you doing? No, don’t take it off.’

Jake’s too tired to argue, and so he leaves it on, kisses Lisa once again and then turns over to his side to sleep. 

2

New Year over, Monday morning, everybody back at work. Lisa sits alone at lunch break, inside her favourite cafe, on the phone to Claire from HQ.

‘How’s it going, Lisa?’

‘O.K. He’s kept it on since Christmas.’

‘Great! Well done!’ 

‘But he really wants to take it off now. He says it’s exhausting him and he cannot be aroused when he’s at work, so I said he had to keep it on at least till Friday night and he’s agreed.’ 

‘Then you have to make him keep it on.’ 

‘I know.’ 

‘You know what you must do. You feel confident with that?’

‘I think so.’ 

‘Call me if you need help.’

‘I will. Thanks Clare.’ 

Lisa finishes her sandwich. Then her phone begins to buzz, reminding her it’s one pm and time for Jake to get his lunchtime vibe. She’ll put him onto Level 2 

for twenty minutes, then let him rest till three.

Friday night, Lisa and Jake are back from some big party down the road. 

He knows they’ve have more sex tonight, more games, and he’s been horny all day long, thanks to the Kolla and to Lisa. He’s spent another day, aroused for twenty minutes every hour, did his best to hide his erection at the meeting with his boss, and with his mates at lunchtime in the pub, tried hard to focus on the calls and emails, despite the fact his cock was pushing out, and hard as rock. 

‘But listen…’ he says, taking off his socks. 

‘You promised. After tonight, I take it off, OK?’

‘No.’

‘Yes.’

‘Why?’

‘Because I think we’re relying on it too much. I’m exhausted every day.’ 

‘And horny.’

‘Yes, but I’m distracted all the time at work. You’re going to get me sacked and that is definitely not a good idea.’

‘You’re much less stressed.’

‘OK, yeah, but…’

‘- So keep it on. I want you to. I love being in control of your dick. And you love it too, admit it.’ 

He sighs. She smiles. She reaches for her phone, switches on the collar, shoots him straight to Level 4. Jake winces, virtually doubles up, emits a guttural groan. 

‘Sorry Jake. Now please don’t even think about taking it off. Not now. I have some new things for you to do tonight.’ 

He’s so horny he can’t keep still. 

‘Go take a shower, slave’

She giggles, turns him down to Level 1, gets up, goes into the kitchen to make herself some herbal tea. 

As he showers, he looks down at his erection and the purple collar round his balls. He wants to come, he’s wanted to all day, but no, he has to finish showering, think instead of other things, dead cats and traffic accidents, not touch his cock in case he comes. 

When he’s out, she makes him sit on the edge of the bed. His mouth is dry. 

‘OK Jake. Let’s start. You ready?’

‘OK, but when it’s over I take it off. Agreed? You promised.’

‘Let’s talk about that later.’

She starts him off on Level 3. Jake gasps and cringes, sucks in air, holds his breath until he can accommodate the surging buzz around his cock. 

She takes a pale blue satin scarf, crouches on the bed behind him, ties it firmly round his head so Jake can’t see a thing, then takes his wrists and crosses them behind his back. 

A different game tonight, he thinks. The vibration stops. There’s silence in the room. He feels her climbing off the bed, hears movement from a wardrobe, then she’s back behind him. He hears the clink of steel, feels the coldness of it round his wrists, and click and click, he’s handcuffed. 

She whispers in his ear. 

‘Just in case you might be tempted.’ 

He waits. She reaches for her phone. The games begin. 

‘This time we see how long you can stay like that. Last time it was two hours. Tonight we’re going to beat that. Aren’t we Jake.’ 

Three am. Jake is still cuffed, blind-folded. Now he’s kneeling on the floor beside the bed, stiff cock quivering, oozing pre-cum, still teetering on the edge, and she is whispering to him, 

‘Listen to me. Your dick is mine. I control when you come. This is how you want it to be. Now you don’t have to think about anything. Relax. You have no responsibility. Empty your brain. Let me be your brain. You’ve given me your dick. Now I need your brain…

He’s breathing very slowly, mouth open, sparkly lines of drool hang from his lower lip. 

‘You are mine. I am making you addicted to this state of mind, this state of bliss, on the edge of coming, not thinking, giving all control to me, knowing that when finally I let you come, it will blow your mind, just like it did before.’ 

She sits back in her chair, drops down to Level 1, since he’s about to come. 

She watches. Texts Claire. Gets some advice about the things she needs to make him think. She gets up, walks over, crouches by his ear and whispers softly, 

‘You will never take that Kolla off. If you did, you’d never feel this good again.’ 

An hour later, Jake still hasn’t moved, his cock as large as it has ever been, aching, red with strain, still quivering. Now the blindfold has been taken off and she dangles it so the end of his cock is caressed by the tip of the scarf. 

She sits in front of him, leaning forward in the chair, enjoying his unfocused gaze fixed at her breasts. 

She clicks her fingers and then she says,

‘Now start the countdown, down from ten. Say it loud, say it slowly for me, and with each number, sink, get weaker, feel the contents of your shell slip slowly out, and feel me take control of you. And when you reach the number one you’ll be nothing but an empty shell, a doll, a mindless slave.’

Jake finds himself speaking out loud the number ten, then nine comes out then eight, and he sees himself before his very eyes, give up responsibility for everything. 

‘Good slave,’ she whispers, ‘now you’re in a state of Mindlessness. This is where you’ll want to stay forever.  Here is where I own your cock, and when I own your cock, I own your mind. Now promise me you’ll never take it off.’

‘I promise.’ His voice is robotic and flat. 

She turns up to level 4 and his body starts to shake, his eyelids shut his head drops back and then at last he shoots his sperm into an open jam jar she has held out beside his groin. 

When he’s finished, he crumples at her feet, she screws the lid on tight and puts the jar down on the bedside table. 

In the weeks ahead the games continue. Now he’s got quite used to being horny every half an hour all day, now he knows how best he can accommodate this arousal, stay seated till the vibrations pause, and he can get back on his feet, move his softening prick into a comfortable position in his pants and then try to do some work. And when he goes home at night he knows she’ll take him back to that strange blissful state of Mindlessness. With this device she can make him come many times a night, sometimes he comes inside her, and at other times she collects his sperm in the jar. 

All it takes is the clicking of her fingers, then the countdown and he starts to slip down without thinking, just knowing that after many hours of blissful submission he will be given the chance to have another mind-blowing orgasm.  Every night she’ll keep him there, on edge, down on his knees, and whisper things in his ear, things to make him wipe his mind, give up control, make him recite her mantras, till he starts believing in them, because that’s all that’s left inside his head is her words, and all he cares about is her will and her complete control. And fuck, it makes him feel so good, empty headed, without a care but to be her slave, fuck her when she commands, be her dog, her doll her little plaything, oh how good it feels, how easy not to think, just to be a slave to a young sexy mistress, just to kneel and stare like a mindless zombie into her breasts.

Six months later, Lisa’s in a bakery, picking up some cakes, when she hears an unusual beep from her phone. She fetches it out from her pocket and sees the flashing of a red button in the corner of the screen. Jake’s taken off the Kolla.  

‘Dammit!’ she mutters.  

She walks back to the car and while she’s thinking what she must do next, Jake calls. He wants to meet at five, when he has finished work. Something’s up. He sounds quite serious. 

So he walks in, impeccably smart in his dark grey suit. She waves from a table in the corner of the bar. He fetches drinks and sits in front of her. 

‘Cheers!’  He says, lifting his glass, pretending to be chilled. 

She smiles. Her heart is beating fast. She must not let him go. She thought this one was caught. She tells herself she must stay cool, remember what she needs to say, to make him put the Kolla on again. 

‘OK. Jake. Tell me what happened. Why have you taken it off?’

He looks down at his beer. 

‘I think it’s getting out of hand. It’s making me a little crazy. I love it, don’t get me wrong. It’s like I am addicted. But…’

‘But what?’ 

‘But I think we should go back to how we were. We don’t need this Kolla thing. It’s just, well, this game is freaking me out a bit. I don’t know where it’s going.’

‘Jake, we can’t stop now. This is how I want us to be. If you walk away from this, you’ll never experience anything else as good and you know it. You have to put it back on. You can’t give up now. Come on Jake. Wear it another month and then you’ll be fully reprogrammed and then everything will be fine.’

He looks up.

‘You see, that’s the bit that worries me. If this was just another sex toy then that would be fine. But I don’t think it is. There’s something a bit more sinister going on, and I’m not sure I want to be a part of it.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘OK. Well the reason why I took it off this morning is because of a conversation I had with a guy at work, some guy I had to sack because he’d been fucking up at work for months.  As I was explaining why I was firing him you sent me up to Level 5 and I couldn’t hide my reaction and had to sit down very awkwardly. At the very same moment, this guy winced just like me and then he too sat down awkwardly. We looked at each other and then he asked me if I was wearing a Kolla. 

Turns out he was wearing one too. A birthday present from his wife. He told me she was using it to train him just like you are using it on me. He said he didn’t mind and has promised her he’ll never take it off. There are he thinks a million men like us, being programmed into being passive slaves with this device. Quite what for he wasn’t sure, but he suspected many things. He knew a lot about these Kollas, he’s done a lot of research on-line and he thinks they might be being promoted by a group of International Feminists, intent on total female domination.’ 

Lisa listens. He doesn’t take his eyes off hers throughout his softly spoken monologue. She sips her drink, tries hard to keep her cool, remember all the things Claire told her she must do. When Jake stops talking, he sits back, takes a sip of beer then leans forwards once again.

‘So Lisa. I need to know what the fuck you want from me.’

Lisa smiles, takes his hand in hers.

‘My darling Jake. I just want things to carry on the way they were.’

She has no idea of what else to say. They drive back home in silence. 

He cooks a meal. They eat and chit and chat about other things but she feels its like the horse has bolted and the spark has gone. Later on, she sneaks outside into the garden and makes a call to Claire, hoping for advice. 

‘Have you been following the programme precisely?’

‘Yes.’ 

‘So you click your fingers and say Countdown Now each time you want to get him back to Mindlessness. 

‘Yes.’ 

‘OK. Then trust the trigger. Go back in there. Be nice to him, be warm and gentle, then when he’s relaxed you just give him the signal. Click your fingers, say it’s Countdown Time, and that should work. He should start the countdown. Once he sinks you must instruct him to put the collar on as soon as possible.’

Lisa isn’t confident.

‘Suppose that doesn’t work, what then?’

She waits a while before she gets an answer.

‘Well then I guess you’re going to have to let this one go.’ 

So Lisa goes back into the house.  Jake is playing video games, just like he used to, in the days before the Kolla. She senses now she’s already lost him. 

‘Jake. Let’s go to bed. We need to talk.’

Now they’re both lying still in bed beside each other in the darkness and Lisa knows this moment will be crucial. She sits up slowly, looks down at the shadow of his face on the pillow, says,

‘I love you Jake. And you love me too….’

She lowers her lips to kiss him gently on his cheek, then whispers in his ear,

‘You know exactly what I want from you, and in your heart you know it’s what you really want, and the more you resist me, the easier it gets, because then you start to hear me laughing at your weakness and then you realise just how much easier and more fun it will be, to give up, let go of everything else and just obey me.’

He doesn’t say a word. She hears him breathing softly, in the darkness. 

So then she clicks her fingers and says, ‘Countdown Time.’  

At once the trigger works and like a robot he begins to count down loud from ten to one, slipping, sinking, letting go, giving up control to her.’ 

He lies quite still. She whispers, 

‘Now go and put the collar on, my little slave.’

She waits a moment, several seconds, breath held tight, not sure what he will do. Then up he springs, and she watches him in the shadow disappear, then reappear. She sees the tiny glow of light from the silver globe, below his genitals. She reaches for her phone. She’s got him back. Her heart beats fast with pure delight and the sweetness of her victory. He’s at her feet, kneeling as he should. She cannot see his huge erection but she knows it’s there. 

Six months later, Jake is sitting on a bus one sunny afternoon, on the way to see his mate Abdul. Jake has lost his job, got kicked out for screwing up a big financial deal which sent the company’s share price tumbling, but all that doesn’t bother him at all. Now he is in the final phase of training. The rest of his life is sorted and his jar is almost full. He’s rarely thinking about anything other than serving mistress Lisa. 

Abdul, and Jake used to play squash every Saturday morning. When Jake found out that Abdul also wore a Kolla and had been wearing it for years, they stopped. Abdul is quite pleased to have the chance to chat to Jake about it all. He too is in the final phase of training. He’s told Jake that he’s convinced his wife is out to kill him.  All she really wants from him is his father’s huge inheritance, due any day. She’s told him that the training will inevitably lead to his destruction. Abdul claims she’s made him think his death will be an orgasm to beat all others. 

Jake walks over to a park and goes to sit beside Abdul on a bench that overlooks some football pitches. 

Both gaze out, expressions blank but for a semblance of a smile, both blind to the sunshine and the trees, both fidgeting occasionally when their vibrators change their speeds.  Jake hardly says a word, so Abdul punctuates the time with mumbled fractured sentences.

‘A month ago she made me change my will…’

‘Now she’ll get the house the business, everything….’

Each phrase followed by a mixture of silence and the distant sound of children playing football far away. 

‘Last week she made me dig my grave in a quiet piece of woodland ten miles from our house.’

‘She said this morning that we’re driving to the woods tonight.’

A gang of youths pass by along the footpath and Abdul falls silent. 

Shorty after, the two men shake hands part in opposite directions. Jake had meant to ask Abdul if his wife too was collecting all his sperm in a jar. 

He’s forgotten all about that now. As he waits for the bus back home, all he’s thinking about is how his Mistress Lisa likes to see him suffer, and the more he suffers, the more it pleases her, the hornier he gets, and the more she wants to see him suffer more. And so it goes on…

Daniel Guy 

Dec 2018