Holly's journey home was uneventful, and the wait for the courier dragged on but he did eventually show up with a plain brown box.
She closed the door on the courier and ripped open the box. Nestled in a foam insert was the familiar looking headset, a cable and a handwritten note.
'Holly,
To use this headset you will need to sign in to the Drontech headset using the username and password at the bottom of this note. Connect the headset to your computer using the attached cable. Your computer will detect the headset automatically. Select the file on the Drontech website, and press the button labelled, send to device. It should take a few minutes and there will be a progress bar to indicate when the process is complete.
Once done you can close down the website and your computer. Just get yourself comfortable somewhere, such as in your favourite chair or on your bed. Put the headset on, and feel for a button on each side, push them both together and you'll hear a bleep signalling the cycle is starting. You'll hear three loud beeps when it finishes which takes between forty and forty-five minutes.
You should notice any effects by the morning, but let's give it a few days just to be sure. Again, any concerns, give us a call.
Dr Turner'
The instructions, the website and connection all went to plan and fifteen minutes later Holly had a newly prepared headset.
Holly got comfortable lay on her bed, placed the headset over her head and pushed the start buttons. The bleep sounded and she lay back listening for any sounds, but there were none, just the muted sounds of the outside street.
The comforting idea that her 'condition' could be resolved along with the soft bed led to her drifting off into sleep. The week so far having taken its toll. It was the next morning when Holly awoke.
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When Holly did awaken the next morning, she still had the headset on and had no memory of hearing the program completion bleeps.
Out of curiosity, she reached down and stroked one of her nipples. It was pleasant and enjoyable, but didn't have the level of intensity her previous days seemed to have been filled with.
With a relieved smile on her face, she got up and started her morning routine, the idea that she'd missed the previous evening by falling asleep already fading.
A long luxurious shower later, with more than one confirming check that her nipples weren't triggering an arousing response, Holly was able to get dressed for work uneventfully.
She grabbed some fruit bars from her fridge and headed for the tube station.
As she ate her breakfast whilst on the train, she realised she'd picked out all the pineapple fruit bars. Thinking back to what Dr Turner had said the evening before, she felt a smile form.
Her first patient of the day was at nine thirty that morning and was scheduled for an hour. Half way through the appointment Holly started to feel a sensation in both her nipples and pussy. At first she tried to adjust her clothes in case they had caught or pulled, but the effect continued. Since she was with a patient, she tried to discreetly touch her nipples to work out what was causing the sensations, which were gradually getting stronger. If she carried on, her patient would eventually look up and then it would be inexcusable, so she had to excuse herself.
"Sorry Miss Brooks," she said, "I know this is incredibly unprofessional, but could I just quickly nip to the bathroom. I'll only be a few minutes."
"Sure, it's no problem." was the muffled response from the underside of the therapy table.
Rushing to the staff bathroom, she locked the door behind her and lifted her top and bra to look at her boobs in the mirror. They looked completely normal, other than being erect and feeling desperate for her touch.
The sensations from her pussy were also intensifying, so she pushed her yoga trousers down to her knees. Again, there was nothing that stood out in the mirror that looked amiss, apart from she could see the tell tale sheen of moisture starting to escape from her pussy.
Holly reached up and gripped both her boobs with her hands. As she touched them, the sensations went from insistently distracting to electrifyingly great. The sensations were so good she couldn't move her hands away. Each new movement, squeeze, stroke, pinch, pull, twist, all felt intoxicatingly enjoyable. She became aware of rivulets running down her legs from her pussy. Reaching down, the feeling as she stroked her very wet pussy lips only added fuel to the growing fire. The first finger she slid inside herself was frictionless. The second, she barely felt because she was so wet. It took three fingers together for her pussy to be able to try and grip them, but the feeling as she slid in and out was amazing.
Between one hand fucking her pussy and the other gripping her tit, the orgasm started rising within her and she knew it would be a powerful one. The feelings rose, further, further, further and then her orgasm hit. Her pussy squirted around her fingers and she emitted a low deep moan as she came.
Eventually her breathing returned to normal and her pulse went back down to double digits. Looking in the mirror, shirt pulled up and pants pushed down, hair sticking to her face, she looked like she had just had sex in the bathroom.
"Not far from the truth," she said to herself.
Remembering Miss Brooks, she pulled her clothes back into place and splashed some water on her face and washed her hands. A final check in the mirror to ensure she looked presentable and she left the bathroom to head back to her patient.
Entering her office, Miss Brooks was nowhere to be seen. As she turned around to go check with the receptionist if he'd seen her patient, she glanced at the clock, it was ten fifty, she'd been gone for forty five minutes.
As she looked at the clock in disbelief, someone knocked on her office door.
"Come in," she said.
A young man in a shirt and trousers opened the door into her office.
"Hi Holly, Miss Brooks said you'd rushed out mid way through her appointment. She thought you had tummy troubles. Do you need me to take your eleven o'clock appointment or do you need to go home?"
"I'm fine Bradley, thanks for checking. I had to use the bathroom urgently, but I'm good now. Please can you credit Miss Brooks' account for forty five minutes, even though she only lost out on half the session."
"Will do. Let me know if you need a hand," he said, then backed out of the room and headed back towards his station.
Speaking to herself again, "I don't know what that was, but I can't let it disrupt my work, I need this job."
She was nervous throughout the next appointment, but she didn't have any repeat incidents, although she did have to reassure her patient that she was okay.
Despite starting both her afternoon appointments nervously, she began to regain her confidence as they progressed uneventfully. By the end of the workday she was just confused. The headset was meant to have undone whatever error it had initially caused, if it was the headset at all. Dr Turner had sounded so certain that the issue wasn't his tech.
