Whatever

You lay still seeing if you feel anything as Kim watches her screen. Why is she worried about the programming rather than possible long-term damage? You’re starting to get annoyed.

“Sleep.”

“Deeper.”

“Relax…”

The audio repeats.

“What about my memories?” you ask.

Kim doesn’t respond as more words are repeated over the audio.

“Let Go.”

“ Submit.”

“ ****…”

You are now most certainly not relaxed.

“What kind of rehab is this?!” you yell. You move to get up but Katja and Serena are too fast and hold you down. You then feel a prick on your foot and your muscles go limp.

“Yeaaaahh,” says Kim, chewing into her pen, “Take this one out of rotation for a while. We’re going to need to start over and it will take at least three days before he’s back to normal.

Three days isn’t so bad, you think, as you start to lose consciousness.

What happens next is a haze. Your head is spinning and you’re in a chair. You think you are at least. You can’t see or move your arms and legs, like they’re bound. A spiral comes across your vision accompanied by a soothing voice. It’s telling you to relax and sleep.

You fight it but then you don’t. Everything goes black again.

Your barely conscious thoughts turn to pure eroticism. Rotating images of soft thighs, swollen nipples, open mouths, round asses tightly framed by satin panties, occasional glimpses of pussy come into view.

It feels peaceful and a much-needed break from the day’s chaos. It feels peaceful and today doesn’t matter. It feels peaceful. It feels good.