Just Press Play.

She was completely silent as she felt the pulses of pleasure throughout her core. They were going in time with the voice, the beats, she heard through the headphones that were over her ears. She didn't know what it was that was going on, but certainly wasn't about to complain. She literally couldn't.

In her downtime, as this was largely only at night, she didn't even know what it was that was happening late. She didn't notice the voice that she heard behind all the audio tracks through the new headphones she'd received as a present. She didn't notice the spiral overlay on her PC's monitor. She never noticed when it got late enough, and the intensity increased and caused her to start gently rubbing her slit through whatever she was wearing.

Every time what she was unknowingly listening to, viewing, cranked up, it caused more of the world around her to fade, until there was nothing but the voice and the spiral. That ever so sexy voice, that gorgeous spiral, the years that she'd been subjected to this every night had worn her mental defences down, so, so much. This happened every night, but she didn't even notice it any longer. She didn't notice the time that she was missing, the fact that she couldn't remember anything that happened past half ten at night, and hadn't for years now. It bothered her so much in the beginning, when this started – whenever that was – but now? She didn't notice it.

If anything, she found herself being eager for it, for something she had no idea what it was. Her body craved it throughout the day, and it took all she could to be patient, to finish her day, to not draw attention to herself.

As she was there, listening intently to the voice through the speakers she had on her head, the spiral on her screen reflected in her eyes, and furiously building herself up to the climax she knew she could not reach until allowed, the door to her bedroom opened.

The woman who stepped into her room was where her attention went, immediately. She couldn't look away, and she knew instantly that she had a face for the voice, a body even.

“Mint.” The new woman stated, her voice stern, but also extremely seductive to the enthralled young adult that had slunk to the floor and started to crawl over to the feet of the woman who owned her.

She was hers, completely, utterly, and very possibly irrevocably.

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