Mind control, and very revealing lingerie

Amy’s eyes follow your movements with trepidation as you flick through the items on the railing, studying each before eventually finding what it is you are looking for. She slowly swallows with resignation as you hold up your selection, a crimson lace affair with a pair of matching stockings. Even before her putting it on it is obvious from the scant amount of fabric in your hand just how much the lingerie will leave on display. Sitting up with her legs splayed at the corner of the bed, Amy Pond lowers her voice again.

“Shall I go put it on in the bathroom, or would you like to dress me up yourself?”

You nod for her to change in the bathroom and watch as she glides off the bed and takes the lingerie, hips swaying as she retreats from the room. While she is gone you have the opportunity to examine the controls for her behaviour chip more closely, tapping to open up the UI on the remote. Beneath a glossy Dreamscape logo is a slider helpfully labelled “signal strength,” which is currently set at its minimum value of 12%, enough presumably to keep Amy pacified while allowing some autonomy and not overriding her personality. Your thumb hovers over the slider as Amy reemerges from the bathroom a couple of minutes later, having changed remarkably quickly. Not too surprising perhaps given that her life now revolves around entertaining guests like yourself, so she has likely had plenty of practice putting on lingerie.

Red floral patterned lace and sheer mesh cling to the supple curves of Amy’s torso and the crests of her hips, accentuating their movement and offering tantalising glimpses of the skin beneath, while a padded plunge bra component cups her breasts, pushing up her cleavage enticingly. Most strikingly of all though is the absence of any fabric at all between the suspender straps that hold up her stockings, depriving Amy of any hope of concealing her modesty. Her shaved feminine parts are shamelessly on display as she approaches, stopping short uncertainly when she sees the remote in your hand.

“W-what are you doing?”

The lingerie set being crotchless was a very deliberate choice on your part for what you have in mind. As you move the slider up to its highest position the effect is almost instantaneous. Amy’s eyes glaze over. She stares straight ahead, blankly. Somewhere in her head, her chip is overriding all of her neural impulses except for the most basic functions.

“When you wear revealing lingerie like this… you like it.” Your words are phrased not as a question, but more as an instruction, testing to see how Amy will respond.

She seems to consider for a moment, like an automaton receiving input, then repeats. “Yes, I like it.” Though her Scottish accent remains, the seduction that previously laced her voice is gone, replaced with a dull monotone, sounding even less natural than before, as though she is in a trance.

“You love being exposed, you are basically just a filthy whore,”

There’s a slight mechanical movement as she nods. “I love it. I’m a filthy whore.”

Not bad, but you want her to get a bit more creative. Exploratively, you add “you love being exposed, and you especially love talking dirty… It makes you so horny, degrading yourself, saying filthy things about yourself when you are like this.”

Another pause, and then a stream of robotic words spill out of Amy’s mouth. “Yes, it makes me so horny. I love my pussy being on display for you, my greedy wet pussy. I’m nothing but a fucktoy for you to use, a set of holes craving to be filled, just thinking about it already gets me so wet and horn…”

Her spiel is cut off mid-sentence as you reset the slider back to its original position, restoring Amy’s former personality. She looks shell shocked for a moment, as though processing what has just happened, then recoils back, her arms snapping to conceal herself.

“Please, don’t do that!” she pleads, tears springing to her eyes, “those words, they’re not… they’re not my words, I’m not…”

But as she glances up, bitter and ashamed, Amy’s voice trails off, seeing your thumb still hovering over the remote in your hand. That was just a warm-up. Your fun is only just beginning. She shakes her head imploringly, backing away.