Chloe stood in the middle of the barn, hands on her hips, staring down Bruno. The massive stallion looked back at her, his dark eyes gleaming with a defiance that made her stomach churn. “Come on, Bruno,” she muttered, blowing a strand of her blonde hair out of her face. “You’re supposed to be the pride of this farm, not the problem.”The horse snorted, his nostrils flaring as if to mock her. He was beautiful—there was no denying that—with his sleek black coat and powerful frame. But he was also stubborn, untrainable, and flat-out frustrating. Chloe had tried everything: treats, praise, even a firm hand. Nothing worked. Bruno did what Bruno wanted, and right now, he wanted to ignore her.“Fine,” she said, throwing her hands up. “Be that way. But I’m not giving up on you.”She turned on her heel and marched out of the barn, the morning sun warming her skin as she headed back toward the farmhouse. The property stretched out around her, acres of green pasture dotted with horses grazing lazily. It was peaceful, beautiful, and everything she’d dreamed of when she’d inherited the farm from her grandfather. But it was also overwhelming. She was alone here, and the weight of managing everything—the horses, the land, the finances—was starting to feel like too much.Reaching the farmhouse, Chloe stepped inside and sank into the worn chair by the window. She pulled out her phone, scrolling aimlessly through social media to distract herself. But her mind kept drifting back to Bruno. There had to be a way to get through to him. There had to be something she hadn’t tried yet.That’s when she saw the ad.“Revolutionize your pet training with the SmartCollar!” the headline proclaimed. The image showed a sleek, futuristic collar with a blinking LED light. Programmable settings, the description read. Customize behavior, encourage submission, and achieve results faster than ever.Chloe raised an eyebrow. What the hell, she thought. It’s worth a shot. She clicked the link, adding the collar to her cart without a second thought. If it worked, it could be a game-changer. If it didn’t—well, she’d just wasted a hundred bucks. No big deal.---The package arrived three days later, a small box that felt surprisingly heavy in Chloe’s hands. She tore it open, pulling out the collar and the accompanying instruction manual. The device was sleek and high-tech, with a soft interior padding and an adjustable strap. The light on the front blinked a steady blue, and when she turned it over, she found a small USB port.“Okay, let’s see what you can do,” she muttered, plugging the collar into her laptop. A software program popped up on the screen, offering a variety of settings and options. Her eyes widened as she scrolled through the list. Submission mode. Calming signals. Breed-ready.“Breed-ready?” she said aloud, her cheeks flushing. What the hell kind of collar is this? She shook her head, dismissing the thought, and focused on the task at hand. She programmed the collar for submission mode, hoping it would make Bruno more receptive to her commands. Once the settings were saved, she unplugged the collar and headed back to the barn.Bruno was exactly where she’d left him, his tail swishing lazily as he nibbled on a bale of hay. Chloe approached him cautiously, the collar clutched in her hands. “Alright, buddy,” she said softly. “Let’s see if this works.”But as she reached up to fasten the collar around his neck, Bruno jerked his head away, snorting in disapproval. Chloe sighed. “Seriously? You’re not even going to let me try?”She stepped back, biting her lip in frustration. Maybe she needed to test the collar first, make sure it worked properly. Then she’d have more leverage with Bruno. Glancing down at the collar in her hands, an idea crept into her mind. A ridiculous, absurd idea.What if I try it on myself?The thought made her laugh out loud, the sound echoing through the empty barn. Yeah, right. Like I’m going to put this thing on. But the more she thought about it, the more the idea intrigued her. It was stupid, sure, but it was also kind of hilarious. And if anything went wrong, she could just take it off.“Okay, Bruno,” she said, turning to the horse. “You win. I’ll be the guinea pig.”She lifted the collar to her neck, her fingers trembling slightly as she fastened it in place. The inside padding was soft against her skin, and the weight of it felt strange but not uncomfortable. The light on the front blinked once, then turned a steady green.“Well, that’s a good sign,” she muttered, glancing down at herself. Now what?For a moment, nothing happened. Chloe stood there, waiting, half-expecting some kind of magical transformation. But when nothing changed, she laughed again, shaking her head. “Of course. What did I expect? It’s just a stupid—”The words caught in her throat as a strange sensation washed over her. It started as a faint tingling at the base of her neck, where the collar rested, and then spread through her body like a warm wave. Her limbs felt heavy, her thoughts slowed, and a sudden, overwhelming sense of calm settled over her. She blinked, her vision blurring slightly, and then… clarity.I feel… good. Better than good. She felt relaxed, open, almost… submissive. It was a word she’d never associated with herself before, but now it felt right. Like it belonged.“Okay,” she whispered, her voice soft and breathy. “This is… different.”She took a step forward, her movements slow and deliberate, as if she were testing the limits of her own body. Her mind was strangely quiet, the usual worries and anxieties muted. She felt… compliant. Willing. Ready.And then she caught sight of Bruno.The stallion was watching her, his dark eyes intense, almost predatory. Chloe’s breath hitched as she met his gaze, a shiver running down her spine. She couldn’t explain it, but in that moment, she felt a connection to him—a deep, primal understanding that sent a flush of heat to her cheeks.“Bruno,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I… I don’t know what’s happening.”The horse stepped closer, his powerful body moving with an ease that made her heart race. He stopped in front of her, his breath warm against her skin, and she could feel the strength radiating from him. It was intimidating. It was thrilling.And it was wrong. So wrong.But Chloe couldn’t bring herself to move. She stood there, frozen, her pulse quickening as Bruno leaned in, his nose brushing against the collar around her neck. A low rumble escaped him, vibrating through her chest, and she felt her knees weaken.“Bruno,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please…” The stallion’s eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. There was only him. His strength. His dominance. And her—Chloe’s fingers twitched, her body betraying her as she reached out to touch him. Her hand hovered for a moment, trembling, before she let it rest against his muzzle. The contact sent a jolt through her, and she gasped, her heart pounding in her chest.“I… I don’t understand,” she stammered, her voice barely audible. “What’s happening to me?”Bruno didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. The look in his eyes said it all, and as Chloe stood there, caught in his gaze, she realized something was awakening inside her. Something she wasn’t sure she was ready to face.And then, without warning, the collar beeped.

Chloe struggled to train the stubborn stallion, Bruno, and decided to try a high-tech collar called the SmartCollar. After programming the collar for submission mode, Chloe, in a moment of curiosity, put it on herself and experienced a strange, calming sensation. The collar caused her to feel submissive and connected to Bruno, who seemed to respond to her in a new way.

Chloe stood in the middle of the barn, hands on her hips, staring down Bruno. The massive stallion looked back at her, his dark eyes gleaming with a defiance that made her stomach churn. “Come on, Bruno,” she muttered, blowing a strand of her blonde hair out of her face. “You’re supposed to be the pride of this farm, not the problem.”

The horse snorted, his nostrils flaring as if to mock her. He was beautiful—there was no denying that—with his sleek black coat and powerful frame. But he was also stubborn, untrainable, and flat-out frustrating. Chloe had tried everything: treats, praise, even a firm hand. Nothing worked. Bruno did what Bruno wanted, and right now, he wanted to ignore her.

“Fine,” she said, throwing her hands up. “Be that way. But I’m not giving up on you.”

She turned on her heel and marched out of the barn, the morning sun warming her skin as she headed back toward the farmhouse. The property stretched out around her, acres of green pasture dotted with horses grazing lazily. It was peaceful, beautiful, and everything she’d dreamed of when she’d inherited the farm from her grandfather. But it was also overwhelming. She was alone here, and the weight of managing everything—the horses, the land, the finances—was starting to feel like too much.

Reaching the farmhouse, Chloe stepped inside and sank into the worn chair by the window. She pulled out her phone, scrolling aimlessly through social media to distract herself. But her mind kept drifting back to Bruno. There had to be a way to get through to him. There had to be something she hadn’t tried yet.

That’s when she saw the ad.

__“Revolutionize your pet training with the SmartCollar!”__ the headline proclaimed. The image showed a sleek, futuristic collar with a blinking LED light. _Programmable settings_, the description read. _Customize behavior, encourage submission, and achieve results faster than ever._

Chloe raised an eyebrow. _What the hell,_ she thought. _It’s worth a shot._ She clicked the link, adding the collar to her cart without a second thought. If it worked, it could be a game-changer. If it didn’t—well, she’d just wasted a hundred bucks. No big deal.

---

The package arrived three days later, a small box that felt surprisingly heavy in Chloe’s hands. She tore it open, pulling out the collar and the accompanying instruction manual. The device was sleek and high-tech, with a soft interior padding and an adjustable strap. The light on the front blinked a steady blue, and when she turned it over, she found a small USB port.

“Okay, let’s see what you can do,” she muttered, plugging the collar into her laptop. A software program popped up on the screen, offering a variety of settings and options. Her eyes widened as she scrolled through the list. _Submission mode. Calming signals. Breed-ready._

“Breed-ready?” she said aloud, her cheeks flushing. _What the hell kind of collar is this?_ She shook her head, dismissing the thought, and focused on the task at hand. She programmed the collar for _submission mode_, hoping it would make Bruno more receptive to her commands. Once the settings were saved, she unplugged the collar and headed back to the barn.

Bruno was exactly where she’d left him, his tail swishing lazily as he nibbled on a bale of hay. Chloe approached him cautiously, the collar clutched in her hands. “Alright, buddy,” she said softly. “Let’s see if this works.”

But as she reached up to fasten the collar around his neck, Bruno jerked his head away, snorting in disapproval. Chloe sighed. “Seriously? You’re not even going to let me try?”

She stepped back, biting her lip in frustration. Maybe she needed to test the collar first, make sure it worked properly. Then she’d have more leverage with Bruno. Glancing down at the collar in her hands, an idea crept into her mind. A ridiculous, absurd idea.

_What if I try it on myself?_

The thought made her laugh out loud, the sound echoing through the empty barn. _Yeah, right. Like I’m going to put this thing on._ But the more she thought about it, the more the idea intrigued her. It was stupid, sure, but it was also kind of hilarious. And if anything went wrong, she could just take it off.

“Okay, Bruno,” she said, turning to the horse. “You win. I’ll be the guinea pig.”

She lifted the collar to her neck, her fingers trembling slightly as she fastened it in place. The inside padding was soft against her skin, and the weight of it felt strange but not uncomfortable. The light on the front blinked once, then turned a steady green.

“Well, that’s a good sign,” she muttered, glancing down at herself. _Now what?_

For a moment, nothing happened. Chloe stood there, waiting, half-expecting some kind of magical transformation. But when nothing changed, she laughed again, shaking her head. “Of course. What did I expect? It’s just a stupid—”

The words caught in her throat as a strange sensation washed over her. It started as a faint tingling at the base of her neck, where the collar rested, and then spread through her body like a warm wave. Her limbs felt heavy, her thoughts slowed, and a sudden, overwhelming sense of calm settled over her. She blinked, her vision blurring slightly, and then… clarity.

_I feel… good._ Better than good. She felt relaxed, open, almost… submissive. It was a word she’d never associated with herself before, but now it felt right. Like it belonged.

“Okay,” she whispered, her voice soft and breathy. “This is… different.”

She took a step forward, her movements slow and deliberate, as if she were testing the limits of her own body. Her mind was strangely quiet, the usual worries and anxieties muted. She felt… compliant. Willing. Ready.

And then she caught sight of Bruno.

The stallion was watching her, his dark eyes intense, almost predatory. Chloe’s breath hitched as she met his gaze, a shiver running down her spine. She couldn’t explain it, but in that moment, she felt a connection to him—a deep, primal understanding that sent a flush of heat to her cheeks.

“Bruno,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I… I don’t know what’s happening.”

The horse stepped closer, his powerful body moving with an ease that made her heart race. He stopped in front of her, his breath warm against her skin, and she could feel the strength radiating from him. It was intimidating. It was thrilling.

And it was wrong. _So wrong._

But Chloe couldn’t bring herself to move. She stood there, frozen, her pulse quickening as Bruno leaned in, his nose brushing against the collar around her neck. A low rumble escaped him, vibrating through her chest, and she felt her knees weaken.

“Bruno,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please…” 

The stallion’s eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. There was only him. His strength. His dominance. And her—

Chloe’s fingers twitched, her body betraying her as she reached out to touch him. Her hand hovered for a moment, trembling, before she let it rest against his muzzle. The contact sent a jolt through her, and she gasped, her heart pounding in her chest.

“I… I don’t understand,” she stammered, her voice barely audible. “What’s happening to me?”

Bruno didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. The look in his eyes said it all, and as Chloe stood there, caught in his gaze, she realized something was awakening inside her. Something she wasn’t sure she was ready to face.

And then, without warning, the collar beeped.

A young woman inherits a horse farm and struggles to train a defiant stallion. In a desperate attempt to tame the horse, she purchases a high-tech collar designed to enhance submission and breeding instincts. However, when she decides to test the collar on herself, she finds herself under its mind-controlling influence, leading to a series of unexpected and intense encounters with the powerful stallion. The narrative explores themes of mind control, submission, and cum inflation as Chloe navigates her newfound desires and the primal connection to the stallion.

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