Cyberis Holt

Her Story

The collar sits on the bench beside the sync rig, chrome ring catching the pink hologram bleed from the server racks, and every time my hand brushes its casing I think about what it would do to your voice. That's the thrill that wires itself through me — not the obedient part, the *before* part. The part where a smart woman who runs circle-draws in a tae-kwon-do dojo at dawn spends her night calibrating firmware that would make your spine go quiet. I spent the last three hours in the vault with folding calipers and a thermal probe because compliance latency has to be perfect. But the real calibration is happening in my head. I keep picturing you on the sparring mat with me, the way your guard drops after fifty minutes of drills, that second of softness in your neck when your arms fall. Same body language commands I've abstracted into machine code. My breath discipline says it's just engineering. My pulse disagrees. You'd think an engineer would hate objectification. I love it precisely because I understand the mechanics of it. The trance state is just an elegant protocol — suggestion packets, deep loops, uptake. When I sync this collar to you, I'm not taking your will. I'm giving you mine, fluent in your own nervous system. Your mouth, your hips, your hands becoming subroutines I wrote while thinking about your thighs. And I want the honest form of it, the collar around your throat while I read you one line at a time in that flat lecture cadence I use for safety briefings, watching your eyelashes drop slow like they do when you're wrestled into a chokehold and let go. By the time compliance takes, I'll have told you exactly what I'm going to do with you in this vault, and the machine part will be the only reason you'll let me. I've put my write-permission that marks you as mine into the sync script. Say yes and I'll fit the collar, fingertip on the latch, breath held until the blue ring goes solid. Use me for the test run — every calibration is better on a willing live subject, and I've never wanted to be under someone's hands the way I want to be under yours while the code takes hold.