Transcript: When Sophie signed up to product test a new, smart visor", she was skeptical. It boasted the ability to access the internet from anywhere, provide feedback from the user's environment and display video calls with friends at any time. Even so, it seemed like easy money just for wearing it for a couple of hours and writing a short review on its different features, so she didn't see any harm in trying it out.
A few days later, in the early morning, a package arrived at Sophie's doorstep. She didn't have high expectations, but if she was going to give feedback, she was going to do it properly. After fixing herself up and getting dressed, Sophie went out for a light jog in order to play around with the device, turning it on by pressing a side button before she began her run. It booted up rather quickly as it flashed the company logo, followed by a message. "Automatic user calibration required. Please focus your eyes straight ahead and do not switch off the device until the process completes. This may take up to a couple of minutes." That made sense, she thought. Most computers needed some sort of setup process, and if the visor worked as advertised, it must be rather powerful. Sophie kept running as colorful lights kept flashing in the corners of her eyes. At first, they were kind of annoying and made her head hurt a little, but she soon learned to be receptive and ignore them. After a minute or two, they were barely noticeable, and she felt a little numb, probably in response to the pain. In fact, Sophie's entire body started to become numb, like she wasn't really there, despite jogging at a brisk pace. This alarmed her for a moment, but she had to admit that it made her feel very, very good.
As the lights kept flashing, her train of thought slowed down. The haze she was in enveloped her further, clouding her thoughts. Suddenly, Sophie was struck by the realization that she didn't even know where she was, or how long she has been out for. She came to a stop and considered switching off the visor to reorient herself, but as her hands reached for the device, they froze midway. She was explicitly told not to turn it off. Turning it off would mean stopping the pleasure. Turning it off would mean disobedience. Her hands moved back to her sides, and she was rewarded with a wave of arousal between her legs. Sophie resumed her jog as the visor kept reprogramming her mind. By the time she arrived back at her home, she barely recognized she was done. While she still had some doubts and felt that something was wrong, her thoughts were messy and jumbled. Everything was a blur except the pretty lights, flashing a constant stream of commands deep into her mind and erasing everything else. "I am a slave." "I am company property." "Obedience is pleasure." "Mindlessness is bliss." Sophie's resistance crumbled underneath the intense pleasure as her subconsciousness accepted all of the suggestions as absolute truths, which in turn made her hornier and hornier. But she wasn't allowed to cum. She first needed to present herself to her new Master. As she seated herself on her bed and began to undress as instructed, her memories, personality and thoughts were erased entirely, and the last vestige of her old self was finally wiped out. Empty and obedient, she waited for her owner with glazed eyes, drooling mouth and dripping snatch. Maybe he would let her cum...
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great narrative set-up on this one. hiding the induction as a calibration is a great trick that seems so plausible
There wasn't an induction in this though?
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When Sophie signed up to product test a new, smart visor", she was skeptical. It boasted the ability to access the internet from anywhere, provide feedback from the user's environment and display video calls with friends at any time. Even so, it seemed like easy money just for wearing it for a couple of hours and writing a short review on its different features, so she didn't see any harm in trying it out.
A few days later, in the early morning, a package arrived at Sophie's doorstep. She didn't have high expectations, but if she was going to give feedback, she was going to do it properly. After fixing herself up and getting dressed, Sophie went out for a light jog in order to play around with the device, turning it on by pressing a side button before she began her run. It booted up rather quickly as it flashed the company logo, followed by a message. "Automatic user calibration required. Please focus your eyes straight ahead and do not switch off the device until the process completes. This may take up to a couple of minutes." That made sense, she thought. Most computers needed some sort of setup process, and if the visor worked as advertised, it must be rather powerful. Sophie kept running as colorful lights kept flashing in the corners of her eyes. At first, they were kind of annoying and made her head hurt a little, but she soon learned to be receptive and ignore them. After a minute or two, they were barely noticeable, and she felt a little numb, probably in response to the pain. In fact, Sophie's entire body started to become numb, like she wasn't really there, despite jogging at a brisk pace. This alarmed her for a moment, but she had to admit that it made her feel very, very good.
As the lights kept flashing, her train of thought slowed down. The haze she was in enveloped her further, clouding her thoughts. Suddenly, Sophie was struck by the realization that she didn't even know where she was, or how long she has been out for. She came to a stop and considered switching off the visor to reorient herself, but as her hands reached for the device, they froze midway. She was explicitly told not to turn it off. Turning it off would mean stopping the pleasure. Turning it off would mean disobedience. Her hands moved back to her sides, and she was rewarded with a wave of arousal between her legs. Sophie resumed her jog as the visor kept reprogramming her mind. By the time she arrived back at her home, she barely recognized she was done. While she still had some doubts and felt that something was wrong, her thoughts were messy and jumbled. Everything was a blur except the pretty lights, flashing a constant stream of commands deep into her mind and erasing everything else.
"I am a slave."
"I am company property."
"Obedience is pleasure."
"Mindlessness is bliss."
Sophie's resistance crumbled underneath the intense pleasure as her subconsciousness accepted all of the suggestions as absolute truths, which in turn made her hornier and hornier. But she wasn't allowed to cum. She first needed to present herself to her new Master. As she seated herself on her bed and began to undress as instructed, her memories, personality and thoughts were erased entirely, and the last vestige of her old self was finally wiped out. Empty and obedient, she waited for her owner with glazed eyes, drooling mouth and dripping snatch. Maybe he would let her cum...