Only hours after she had collapsed into bed, Hanna woke up at her usual time. Physically and mentally exhausted, she could feel her subconscious willing her to roll out of bed and complete her morning routine. āFuck thatā she groaned to herself, the temptation to obey Master insufficient to get her out of bed. She was still processing what had occurred the evening before. She was asleep again moments later.
**
11 hours later, she finally woke up. She felt hungover, and was sore all over. What the hell had she done last night? She had let her excitement get the better of her. She had CHOSEN to go up to that hotel room. Was she crazy?
Eventually, she crawled out of bed and into her bathroom. She stared at herself in the mirror, begging for an answer, what the hell was going on? A warm shower did little to ease her mind, she kept thinking back to the previous night. To the beautiful penthouse suite, to the wonderful spirals, to her Masterās thick white cockā¦
NO. She didnāt want that. She didnāt want to think about it, about his hand around her throat, his huge dick impaling her. She didnāt want to let the spirals consume her againā¦ she .. she didnāt need them. Her hand wandered down to her pussy, memories of Masterās relentless fucking consuming her. She pulled back. She had to fight back, she had to remain in control.
Hanna exited the shower, drying herself off and returning to her room. In the corner sat the suitcase that Master had given her the evening before. She stared at it for a few moments, resolving to ignore itā¦ for now. Hanna went upstairs, sitting on the couch talking to her mom for a while, but her thoughts kept coming back to the spirals. All through dinner it was all she could think of. She had to get out of the house. She couldnāt go back down to her room.
She texted her friend Grace, who she had been largely ignoring for the past week. How had she let herself become so consumed by the spirals?
Hanna: *Hey, wanna hang out? Itās been a minute and I need to get out of my house.
Movie at yours?*
Grace texted back a few minutes later: *Oh my god I thought you died. Of course! Walk on over whenever :)*
Hanna and Grace had been best friends since childhood, helped by the fact that Grace only lived a few doors down. Hanna exited her house, breathing fresh air in a way she had not the previous week. She felt liberated, free, as she walked down the block.
Grace came downstairs to meet her as she walked into her house. Hanna said hi to Mrs. Lee in the kitchen before her friend dragged her upstairs. They sat down on her bed, Grace acting as if Hanna hadnāt been ignoring her for the past week and a half. It wasnāt the first time, and Grace put it down to her friend having a rough time with online learning.
For her part, Hanna was waffling between telling Grace everything that had happened or saying nothing and just enjoying the evening. She wanted, no needed, to tell someone. But it was embarrassing. Her and Grace used to talk about everything, but this felt particularly shameful. She had gone to a hotel to meet an unknown man and been fucked silly, all because of some gifs she found online. How would she even begin to explain?
When Grace finally asked: āSo how have you been?ā Hanna just mumbled something about being tired of school and left it at that. Grace did not push any further. They decided on a generic action flick, and both laughed at the stupidity of the plot and the over the top attractiveness of the two leads. Hanna felt normal again.
āDo you mind if I sleep over?ā Hanna asked as the credits rolled. āI just donāt want to be home right now.ā she confided truthfully in her friend. Grace, knowing that Hanna had often sparred with her more traditional parents, didnāt ask any questions. Hanna knew that if she went home, she would watch the spirals, and if she watched the spirals, she would be a good mindless slave and obey. And she loved to obeyā¦
She shook her head, trying to jar the thought loose. She needed to distract herself. āAny drama?ā she asked Grace. Grace had always been the popular one, the one with all the connections. Hanna had no idea how she had energy for it all. Maintaining the few close friendships she did have seemed to drain all of Hannaās energy.
Graceās eyes lit up, launching into a story about a friend of hers and the insane boyfriend she kept breaking up with and returning to. Hanna listened attentively, desperate to stay in the here and now, desperate to avoid thinking about the spirals. About how good they made her feel. About Masterās big white cock inside of herā¦
Hanna snapped back to reality as Grace reached the climax of the story, and Hanna faked a quick laugh. For the next few hours, they shared old stories, went on TikTok, and generally wasted time. With each passing hour, it was easier to remain in the moment. When they finally went to sleep at 2am, Hanna felt less inclined to look at the spirals than she had since she had discovered them.
Over the next few days, Hanna avoided her room like the plague. She went to Graceās house at every possible opportunity, sleeping there more often than not. Otherwise she slept in the spare room, explaining to her parents that it was too cold down in the basement. She was still waking up automatically at 6am, but each day it got a little easier to go back to sleep. It was as if knocking herself out of the routine had freed her of Masterās control.
On the evening of the 6th day, she decided she would brave her room. Just for a moment, just to grab some clothes. She snuck down the stairs, as if something nefarious would be lurking around the corner. Finding nothing of the sort, she went to her dresser and started to pick out some clothing that she wanted to take to the spare bedroom. In the corner of her eye, the suitcase that Master had given her stuck out like a flashing strobe. She tried to look away, but her curiosity kept forcing her to look back. What could possibly be inside? It couldnāt hurt to look, could it? She hesitated. What was the risk? There couldnāt be any spirals in here. It might be some kind of gift. If she had quit once, surely she could look briefly and quit again? She wavered, staring at the suitcase for a few minutes. Eventually, she relented. She just had to know what was inside.
She pulled the suitcase up and put it on her bed. Opening it up, she found it contained five objects sitting in a foam lining: a large clear dildo, a buttplug, a collar, a ball gag and a virtual reality headset. She picked up the headset, it was light, with a strap that would affix it to the back of her head, with built in headphones. Surely this was to play more spirals for her. To make her empty. To make her obey. She wondered what they would like, surrounding her completely. It was probably nice. What if she just slipped it on quickly?
Her heart raced with anticipation. She sat down on the bed, examining it, imagining how good it would make her feel. The strap was halfway around her head before she paused. What was she thinking? She shouldnāt do this, she shouldnāt get lost in the spirals, she shouldnāt obeyā¦ the headset slipped over her eyes and ears before another thought crossed her mind.
The darkness lasted only a few moments before the device automatically came to life. The spirals filled her vision completely, and this time they had a depth to them that she had not yet experienced. So many new colours and shades for her eyes to get lost in, for her to explore. The noise that filled her ears was deeply relaxing, pleasant. She could feel herself sinking into the bed. The spirals were speeding up, the noise in her headphones drawing more and more attention. Her mind couldnāt keep up, the stimulus was too muchā¦
EMPTY
She let the command wash over her, taking all of her thoughts with her. She felt like she was floating again, an all consuming quiet surrounding her. She stared into the spirals, unblinking. It felt good to obey. She loved to obey.
STRIP
Hanna, unable to see, struggled to shuffle out of her clothing. The spirals kept distracting her, but she had to obeyā¦ It was slightly challenging to lift her shirt over the headset, but she eventually managed. When her bra had been thrown to the floor, she felt a little jolt of pleasure. She had obeyed. She had forgotten how good it felt to obey.
HORNY
Her pussy tingled at the command, demanding attention.
