Tiffany is working as a game tester for a virtual reality system, but the inventor behind it has designs on her.
[This 23900 word story contains fantasy depictions of both subtle and overt mind control.]
Excerpt: From beneath me, Mitch asked, “How’re you doing, Tiff?†Being so turned on that I would need to mop up my seat hadn’t made me blush, but his voice did. Hearing it sent a thrill down my spine and brought heat to my cheeks. I opened my eyes and replied, “Gooood.†“I’m glad to hear it,†Mitch said, “Your vitals looked good through the whole thing. I just brought you out to make sure you ate, used the restroom, and so on before we put you back in.†I sat up, rubbed my eyes and looked down at him. Mitch was so thoughtful. He was so handsome, too. It was hard to understand why I hadn’t noticed it before. I also saw and smelled some boxes of Chinese takeout behind him, and realized that the single scone I’d eaten hadn’t really been enough. I smiled down at him and said, “Thanks. You’re such a sweetheart. And buying me lunch? I could kiss you.†Mitch rose from his seat and stepped close. He smiled back and said wryly, “Well, let me give you a hand first, then you can kiss me.†Give you a hand then kiss me. The words almost seemed to echo in my head, even though I knew he was kidding. I agreed dazedly, “Yes.†Mitch offered me his hand, and helped me out of the chair. I was so unsteady that I lurched out of it anyway, and he had to catch me. The sheer catsuit hardly felt like it was there at all. It felt instead like my bare body was pressed against his clothed one. My heart flipped in my chest. I wanted this. He started to say, “Sorry, I didn’t expect you’d be quite so off kilter, and-†I kissed him full on the mouth, cutting him off.