She does at first, but the technology takes over

The nurse's cold gaze fixed upon me, her lips curving into a sinister smile. "Now, Sidney, we just need to calibrate the effects of that lovely red lipstick. Simple questions, dear. Let's begin, shall we?"

My heart pounded as I nodded, anxiety gnawing at me. What had I gotten myself into?

"Question 1: What's your favorite color?"

"Uh, blue," I stammered, relieved that the first question seemed innocuous enough. The relief was short-lived.

"RED," I barked, the word forcing itself from my throat. "Slut red."

The nurse scribbled something on her clipboard, seemingly satisfied. "Good, good. Now, let's move on. Question 2: Describe your ideal vacation destination."

"Somewhere warm, with beautiful beaches," I replied, cautiously optimistic. Then my throat tensed again, before vomiting up more humiliation. "A love hotel. Red light districts." My response was smoother this time, and sounded more natural. This was bad.

The nurse nodded, her eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement. "Lovely choice. Now, let's get a bit more personal, shall we? Question 3: What qualities do you find attractive in a person?"

My cheeks flushed as I tried to remain silent, but the red lipstick's influence was growing in me. "Well, I've always had a thing for... throbbing cock," I said, struggling to stop myself. "Juicy. Pussies." I sobbed with frustration.

The nurse's smile widened, her amusement palpable. "I'll remember that for later. Now, let's delve a bit deeper. Question 4: What's your most intimate fantasy?"

My eyes widened, horrified by the audacity of the question. I tried to resist, but could barely slow down my compelled speech. "I... I want to be ****, and turned into a fuck toy, and to be used everyday forever." I stammered, the words feeling alien and inappropriate.

The nurse's expression hinted at satisfaction, reveling in the control the lipstick exerted over my speech. "I think I can help you with that. Now, Sidney, one more question to complete the calibration. Question 5: Share a secret you've never told anyone."

My anxiety skyrocketed, realizing the precarious territory this question ventured into. But before I could think, the red lipstick **** me into divulging a fabricated and scandalous secret, each word dripping with an unwarranted suggestion. "I'm such a dumb little slut that I would have flunked out of high school, so I fucked my way onto the honor role."

The nurse's grin was triumphant, her sadistic pleasure evident. "Perfect, Sidney. Calibration complete. Now, wasn't that enlightening?"

I could only blink back tears, the weight of my own words lingering in the air like a haunting echo. What had I ever done to deserve this? And what had she said earlier about me being... bought by someone?