Fight the voice

My first instinct is to fight the deep commanding voice inside my head. However terrifying, it calms me somehow. As if I can trust this voice and it will take care of me. My pink pussy is aching and needs to be touched, pleasured. I know I must fight though. This is not healthy.

I reach for the collar as my small hands grasp at the fabric. My painted black nails attempting to slide beneath the cruelly tight collar but can not. I hear the voice enjoying my struggle, taunting me and my failed attempts at freedom. It sends cold shivers throughout my spine and a continued heat between my now dripping slit.

Falling on my back, I press my feet into the floor as my knees are upward. My legs spread on there own as I cover my face. Trying to block out this nightmare. My hands fall to my heaving chest my fingers pinch my hard swollen nipples. Gasping as I am losing this sexual battle and enjoying it immensely. Looking up to my ceiling as my fan spins. My hands no longer my own as the voice again becomes more pronounced.