Controlled Carrie (Carrie's POV)

As you sat nervously in the seat with the helmet you thought about what was going to happen to you.

You trusted your boyfriend completely to do anything to her without any consequences but she was still excited with what he would do. You felt yourself starting to get wet at the thought of what your boyfriend would do to you.

Suddenly, you felt something enter your body and push you further back into your mind. You wanted to flinch from the **** but was unable to move a muscle.

Your eyes then burst open without you commanding it and then your eyes darted towards your boobs. It was clear that her boyfriend was controlling her.

"Wow Carrie, you're already wet"

The words coming out were not hers but her boyfriend's and it seems that he noticed your earlier arousal from the situation as he added a sultry tone on your voice.

You felt the earlier arousal grow. Not only from your boyfriend lavishing your body as he stared at the contours of your boobs through the white dress but also yours as you felt helpless.

A few seconds of staring at your body later, your boyfriend moved your arms and lifted the helmet off your head.

He then stands up with your body and starts to walk towards his **** body that was slouching in the seat next to yours.

His movements in your body felt clumsy as he was no doubt adapting to your assets. You felt a few close calls as you lean towards a side too far but was helpless to do anything with your boyfriend controlling you and that made you more aroused.

Slowly but steadily, he made the first few steps in your metaphorical and literal shoes. Soon, he made it to his slouching body that was connected to the machine. Your-no his eyes briefly glanced at his own bulge under his own pants before glancing away and feeling a slight blush across your cheeks.

It seems like he was planning to do something with your body.