“Here Katie, try this on,” said Amanda.

She handed me a strip of a flexible black material. It felt unusually heavy, and somehow high-tech.

“What is it?”

“It’s a control collar.”

“What does it do?”

“Put it on first and I’ll show you!”

“Like this?”

I clasped the collar halfway down my neck. It clicked into place.

“Is this from your work?”

“Well, sort of. I found out about it from this guy I work with. I was telling him about the time we took you to the compression lab, and he suggested one of these.”

“That was so much fun! Does this compress me?”

A few weeks ago, Amanda had gotten me on the list as a test-subject at the XLR Compression Lab. The end result of which had me squished down to only my head and my boobs. I ended up stuck like that for three days.

I know, probably not the kind of thing for just anyone, but I really like being turned into stuff. Just that feeling of vulnerability and helplessness. Like I used to want to be tied up, but that was before meeting Amanda.

“Not exactly. But I think you’ll like this. See this remote?”

She showed me, well, a remote control.

“Yeah?”

“It controls you now.”

I grinned. Like I said, I’m a weird girl.

“Like how?”

“Hmm…”

She pointed it at me and clicked a button. I felt a cold tingle through my shoulders.

“What did you — my arms!”

That was the thing. I couldn’t find them. My shoulders simply ended, right where they were, with nothing attached.

“How do you like that?”

“It’s… wow, like being tied up, but even more so. You could do anything you wanted to me.”

“Mmm… even more with this,” she said, waving the remote in my face.

“Can it… can it control my brain?”

“Not sure. Do you want it to?”

“I don’t know. I really like the idea of just … not even being able to control my own thoughts or actions. Like I’ve always wondered about that.”

“Um… well…. There is a way actually.”

“I want to do it!”

“Okay. But when I do this, you’re not going to have any willpower at all. Is that clear?”

“Yes!”

This was the most exciting thing to me. For exactly those reasons I mentioned. Who knows what kink this stemmed out of, or why it’d been such a prominent fantasy, but the idea of being … possessed … somehow that really did it for me in a way that even the regular stuff didn’t.

It was beyond submission. Beyond just powerlessness.

But I didn’t even know what I was in for yet.

“I’ll give you your arms back first,” said Amanda, clicking the remote. I felt them re-appear in a warm rush, starting at my shoulders and quickly spreading all over my body from there. I shuddered for a second.

“First, we’re going to put you on pause,” said Amanda. She clicked the remote.

I was suddenly frozen in place. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t even feel myself breathing, or my heart beating. I just saw Amanda move through my peripheral vision, not even able to make my eyes follow her.

She fidgeted with the remote for another moment, then I felt something happen.

It was strange. She reached up and placed a hand over my face, and I felt the other on the back of my head.

My vision suddenly went black for a moment, then it gradually started to fade back in.

Some was definitely different. The room looked… faded. Like an old movie. Fuzzy and in worse color.

“There,” she said. I felt myself ‘unpause.’

“You might be wondering what I just did to you,” said Amanda. “But I know you can’t ask.”

That was, in fact, the case. I felt unable to speak, just stared straight ahead.

“So, you can see for yourself. Why don’t you turn around?”

I did that, turning to see Amanda.

And in her outstretched hands, she was holding my head. It’s eyes were vacant, with no expression on its face.

I began to reach for it.

“Nope,” she said.

I immediately stopped where I was.

“You see Katie, you don’t have a head now. Feel the empty space on your shoulders.”

I did that, raising my hands up. I found my ‘vision’ was coming from the control collar on my neck. Above that collar… there was nothing.

“Without a head, you clearly can’t talk. The control collar can see and hear for you. And like we mentioned, without a head, you’ll do pretty much anything I tell you do.”

I couldn’t really respond. I just kept feeling around where my head used to me. Amanda tauntingly held out the head that had recently been mine. It was easily within my reach.

Only… that wasn’t my head any more. She’d just told me that. I didn’t have a head.

“I know you want to have a head again Katie. You want it more than anything else in the world.”

With her telling me that, it immediately became true.

“But this head, as you know, isn’t yours. It’s mine. I might give it back to you later. Or I might keep it forever. But if you ever want a head again, you’ll have to do exactly what I want.”

In my ‘mind’, if I still had one of those, I began to wish for a head again. It couldn’t possibly be the head being held in front of me, because that was now Amanda’s… um… other head. But any head.

It wasn’t even really clear to me, at that point, what a head would do for me, only that I wanted one with every fiber of my being, and that in order to get one, I’d have to do whatever Amanda told me to.

This was… perfect. See, the weird part of this was, I was still very much Katie, the weird girl who wanted to be controlled, to lose power. And here, I was completely powerless. I didn’t have the ability to even disobey, or think of disobeying.

“We’re going to try a test. Katie, I want you to hold onto this head.”

She handed me the head she was holding.

“Put it down on the coffee table. You can sit on the couch.”

That’s exactly what I did. Exactly.

“Okay. This…” she set the remote control down on the coffee table next to her other head. “This is the remote that I use to control your body. Only it doesn’t really matter now does it? Because you’re going to stay on that couch. You can look at this head if you want. But you’re not allowed to pick it up or touch it until I come back. The same goes for the remote.”

I gave an okay with my hand.

“Good. I’m going to go grocery shopping. I’ll see you when I get back.”

Amanda spend a couple minutes getting her keys and re-usable bags together, making a list, and heading out the door. I heard the car start and leave the driveway.

This wasn’t really a test of temptation, in the way it could have been. I simply looked at the head on the coffee table the whole time she was gone. I never once considered putting it on, even though I easily could have — but that meant disobeying, and disobeying meant I’d never get a head again. It was pretty cut and dry.

There were no other rules, however. I occupied the time touching myself, and trying to imagine what it might be like to have a head again. I tried to imagine eating food, being able to talk, being able to think. All of those were pretty abstract ideas. I mostly just touched myself and thought of how much having a head was going to be really, really great.

The other thing about not having a head, or some of the senses that go with one, is that it magnifies the senses you do have. Namely, the sense of touch. That seemed to have come to fill up the space of smell and taste, which I was lacking. So it didn’t take long before I was full on having a … well, I’ll just say I occupied the time doing exactly what it sounds like.

The time just sort of passed like that.

And Amanda came back, setting down the groceries.

“Take your hand out of your pants,” she said.

I did that.

“Looks like you were having some trouble controlling yourself. Is that true?”

I didn’t know how to respond, so I just shrugged.

“Don’t you just shrug!”

I had no idea how to respond. Fortunately Amanda told me what to do next.

“Stand up.”

I stood up.

“You… were naughty. You understand? Of course you do. You only get to do what I tell you. Is that clear?”

I made an okay sign. It was pretty much the only thing I knew how to do to communicate.

“All right. We could punish you. Maybe take away your arms and legs. Maybe even take away that clit you were playing with.”

I was both horrified and a bit thrilled at the idea of losing my clit. Arms and legs, those seemed trivial compared to that.

“But I’ll go easy this first time. And you’ll be a bit more useful with all your pieces. So here’s what I’m going to do. This head on the table — it used to be yours.”

She grinned, picking it up.

“You used to be able to think, and talk, and taste with this head. But now you’re headless.”

She was just taunting me now. I felt my breath start to quicken, still in the throes of what I’d just been up to.

“So… What we’re going to do, is put this head that you want so very badly, on my shoulders. You’re going to help me. Go put away my groceries and I’ll get everything ready.”

I went to put away her groceries, as best I could figure out how. Luckily, I still seemed to have some instinctive memory of where things went in her kitchen, the difference between canned foods and refrigerated items, and so on. It really didn’t occur to me that I even still knew that stuff until I was instructed to do it. Goes with not having a head I guess.

“All right,” said Amanda once I was done. “Come over here.”

I came over and stood obediently in front of her.

“Get that collar that’s on the kitchen table.”

A bit different from the one I was wearing, this was a steel collar with several lights on it. It was much more rigid than the flexible control collar that I was wearing, not to mention using to see and hear.

Amanda took it from me and put it around her neck.

“This collar is a bit different,” she explained. “One, it doesn’t let me see or hear. But it will let me remove one of my heads, and put on a different one. So when I don’t have a head attached to my body, I’ll need you to help me.”

She paused.

“So, in detailed steps, here’s what you’re going to do. First, you’ll unscrew my head. You push this yellow button, twist it counterclockwise three times, and then put it gently down on the kitchen table. Then, you’ll take my other head and do just the opposite. Clockwise to screw it back on, the push the green button.”

I gave an okay. What else was I to do?

Amanda held still as I pushed the yellow button on her collar. She closed her eyes as I loosened her head. After three turns, it came loose and I was holding her head in my hands.

I did, in this brief moment of privacy, take a moment to look closely at the beautiful head in my hands. I wanted one of my own so, so very badly. And this one was so attractive!

Of course, this head was Amanda’s and so was the other one. And I had to do like I was told. Or else, I she might not give me a head.

It never once crossed my ‘mind’ that I could have just taken both heads for myself there. I simply got the other head, screwed it back on her body, and pushed the green button.

“Mmmm,” said Amanda, stretching her neck. She took off the collar.

“Very good Katie,” she said.

Her voice. It was familiar to me somehow. Only after a moment of searching did I remember that voice used to be my own.

“Now… I have the head that once was yours on my shoulders. And you… you still don’t have a head. And I might ask you what you think of that, but … well… I don’t really know how much you can think right now.”

That was pretty much on point.

“Why don’t you try and think about it, best you’re able. That ought to be pretty fun for you.”

I did that. Tried to remember what my head had been like. Was I jealous? No, not particularly. Both of those heads were Amanda’s, that was pretty clear to me. And all I could decide was it would be really great if I had one of them myself. I didn’t even have a real preference which one.

It was really just an amazing kind of thing. I didn’t have my own wants, desires, thoughts. I just existed.

I shrugged.

“Well okay then,” she said. She got out her phone. “First, why don’t you, I don’t know, take off your top.”

I stripped off my shirt then my bra while she did something on her phone.

“Hmm… you do have really nice boobs, you know.”

I shrugged.

“Shrugging. You know what Katie, come here.”

I came closer, and she pulled me down on the couch into her lap.

“What if I took your tits away?”

I clutched them for a second before holding them up, as if offering. Maybe, if I gave up my tits, I could get a head again?

“I bet you think you could trade those for a head,” she said. “Well, you’re wrong. In fact, I’m gonna tell you something else.”

She leaned over close to my collar and whispered, “From now on, the only thing you want, even more than a head, is to keep those tits. And if I feel like it, I might just take them away.”

She reached around and covered them with her hands.

“These don’t even belong to you any more,” she said. “They’re just attached to your body. And you get to have them there because I’m being generous.”

She let go. I was filled with a rush of something new. Not just helplessness, not just yearning, but now also fear. The pure rush of emotion, of vulnerable powerlessness… I’d never felt anything like that before.

Instinctively, my hands came up to protect what was most precious to me.

“Stop,” she told me.

I drew my hands away.

“Those aren’t yours. They’re mine. You can’t touch them unless I tell you.”

I was sweating. I was sure she would pick up the remote, push a button, and they would be gone.

“The best thing you’ll experience, until I tell you otherwise, is someone touching these,” she said, her hand hovering just an inch away from my breast.

“Now,” she said. “On my phone there is a recipe for a mushroom casserole. It should be pretty easy for someone with no head to make. You’re going to go in the kitchen and get that ready for me while I watch TV.”

She handed me her iPhone, the recipe already on the screen. Then she suddenly stuck her mouth on the nipple on my chest and sucked hard.

The feeling was so intense, so desirable, that my whole body convulsed. Waves of pleasure shot through me.

And just as suddenly, it was done. She drew away and pointed towards the kitchen.

“Go!”

Well, that’s what I had to do.

If I’d loved yearning for a head, this was even more of a thrill. Now there was something to lose. And more than that, an amazing pleasure if only she’d be so kind as to grant it. I was careful never to brush her tits on my chest. I did steal glances at their reflection in the microwave, then felt guilty and fearful that I might be punished for something like that. It was a test of the willpower I didn’t have anyway.

I wonder, now, what would have happened to me without instruction? Would I have just succumbed to raw animal instinct with no ‘guidance’? Was I pure id and superego?

But those questions were not on my ‘mind’ at the time. Instead it was preheating the oven, chopping mushrooms, leeks, garlic, butter. I was methodical, detailed, fastidious in following the recipe exactly.

“Would you bring me a glass of wine?” called Amanda. “The Cabernet that’s already open.”

“Thank you dear,” she said. I stayed in hope she might grace her own boobs with a brush of a finger, but she simply took it and turned away. I’d nearly forgotten about my missing head, the idea of getting those breasts touched was so infatuating.

But nothing happened. I returned to the task at hand. Once it was in the oven, I had nothing else to do but wait, so I did that.

And when her dinner was ready, I simply watched Amanda eat. Not really understanding what taste was like anymore, I wasn’t really envious. The whole time she just ignored me, letting me yearn for attention, and most importantly, either a head or a caress. When she was finished, she had me put away her leftovers, wash the dishes.

I was glad, at least, for something to do. The time when I had a head seemed like some half-remembered dream. I knew I once had one, and even that Amanda was now wearing it on her own shoulders. Hell, it’d been earlier that day. But it was just so far off. Maybe I’d get my own head one day. I tried to imagine how long. If Amanda had told me she would have given me a head in a year, at least I would have something to look forward to.

Finally I was done. I came back into the living room, where Amanda looked up at me.

“Okay. Good job. You can touch your tits with one finger each.”

I shrugged.

“Oh right. Very good Katie. Those are my tits. Well, you can still touch them.”

She grinned.

“You know, you’re pretty clever for a girl with no head.”

I was too preoccupied with the pleasure I was getting to reply.

“All right, that’s enough. Come over here and sit down.”

I did that, she put her arm around my waist.

“So…” she traced my ribs just below the boobs she’d laid claim to.

“Here’s my dilemma.” She said. “I think you like this kind of thing. And you wanted to try out being will-powerless. So we did that. But now, because of the state you’re in, I could tell you to want anything else. And what I really want is for you to have a great time. So I’m … commanding you, the real Katie, to snap out of this for a second.”

“You’re now Katie. You’re a headless girl, but you’re under your own control.”

I felt that become true. It was like waking up out of a trance. I had my own thoughts, to an extent anyway. I realized that was my head on her shoulders. At least, legally. These were my own tits. They felt nice, but I’d had them all my life.

“How about you take this pad of paper, and you write what you think of this ‘experiment’. Take as much time as you want.”

I picked up the pad of paper, looked at Amanda. She’d taken away my head. She could tell me anything and I had to do it.

I wrote, “That was the hottest thing ever.”

I underlined the word ever. Then I circled it.

“Okay,” she said. “I get it. Next question.”

She leaned back and licked her lips.

“Would you like me to put a head back on your shoulders?”

I took a second.

“No!” I wrote.

She smiled.

“Yes. Yes you would. You’d want that more than anything else. But that’s too bad, because well… Katie…. You just don’t have a head!”

Well. We were right back there again…