The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I.

“You’re tired of the way they treat you because of your weight.”

Martina Velasquez had been anxious to watch the episode of BBC America’s ‘Hex’ that her DVR had recorded earlier that evening while she’d been at work. The infomercial caught her eye for some reason, though, so she decided to hear it out for a minute before switching over.

It wasn’t that Marti was fat, by any means. Sure, at 27, she’d put on a few dozen pounds that she could afford to lose, but she wasn’t obese. “Squarish” is how Marti’s roommate Kristy Reynolds had once described her physical build. A deep, smooth complexion from her Puerto Rican mother, dark green eyes from her Irish father, and a charming smile from none other than the Hand-of-God far out shined those 20-odd extra pounds that Marti felt she could stand to lose.

“Your peers and co-workers treat you as if they are better than you based purely on their appearance.”

That was true. But it was also to be expected, Marti supposed. A year ago, Martina Velasquez had been on the fast track as a research assistant at NanTech Pharmaceuticals where she worked with her other roommate Jenna Carlisle. After a series of budget cuts and outsourcing, Marti had been laid off. Six weeks later, with no opportunities in sight and another missed rent check on the immediate horizon, she’d agreed to talk to Kristy’s boss about a job at Jiggy’s, an upscale and exclusive strip bar in the financial district.

“I don’t know,” mused the club’s owner who was affectionately called ‘Mamma Kat’. “You don’t really have the look.”

Kristy, or ‘Gabby’ as she called herself while working as an exotic dancer at the club, had pressed the issue on Marti’s behalf, though. “She’s not looking to be a dancer. Put her behind the bar.”

Mamma Kat had considered it for but a moment. It was a known fact that the bartender needed to be far less attractive than the dancers. It kept the customers from planting themselves at the bar rather than heading over to the stage where the money would really start to flow. And, so it was that Marti became a bartender and, over the 10 months she’d worked there, had been promoted to bar manager, as well. She hated the thought of her association with the sex industry, but it was, after all, an upscale club. Plus, as bartender, she never had to remove a stitch of her own clothing.

Thus, it wasn’t that Martina Velasquez was ugly or obese. But, compared to the lean perfection of her exotic dancer co-workers, she was the least attractive and thin of the lot. And certain members of the clientele and a number of her co-workers were constantly reminding her of it.

“You need the StareWare Weight Loss System, the flagship program in our complete line of digital lifestyle enhancement products!”

“Oh, I do, do I?” Marti wondered to herself.

The advertisement went on to describe the StareWare system and how it used binaural frequencies, flashing lights, and various other state-of-the-art techniques to help “tune” one’s mind into obtaining and maintaining their desired lifestyle. It explained that most weight loss programs failed because they treated symptoms like hunger and cravings, but they completely ignored the root cause of the problem. With StareWare, it seemed, those core elements of the problem were treated by causing your mind to actually desire foods that are good for you rather than junk. On top of that, it would also help by putting one into a mind set where they desired exercise and a healthy lifestyle in general.

Best of all, in Marti’s mind anyway, was that the base system was fairly inexpensive. Because the software was PinkLink enabled, it would run on any device with a video screen and that was capable of playing audio. Therefore, you could run StareWare on your PC, laptop, or even PinkLink enabled television. True, the company offered a line of moderately expensive devices purported to enhance the system such as VR style headsets, high end earphones that allowed the full spectrum of audio frequencies to be heard, and so on. They even touted their software’s compatibility with the new BioLink systems that allowed for direct communication between the digital device and the human nervous system.

Marti wasn’t up on all the new technology, but the fact that she could give it a trial run using just the equipment she already owned made it sound like a rather affordable prospect. At forty dollars, the StareWare Weight Loss System was pretty tempting to try out. It didn’t even need to work all that well. After all, Marti only needed to lose twenty five pounds, or so—just enough to get herself a figure that was close to that of one of the dancers many of her customers so unkindly wanted to compare her to.

“Act today and we’ll throw in any one of our other StareWare Lifestyle Enhancement products for free!”

That was enough to encourage Marti to at least check out what other things StareWare offered. She grabbed her PinkLink PDA which served as, among many other things, the remote for her TV and punched in the code shown on the bottom of the infomercial. The channel changed and Marti was presented with the StareWare Web Site. She was impressed at the vast variety of software this fairly new company offered: Quit Smoking, Enhanced Concentration, Persuasive Speaking, and Stress Reduction were just a few of the more typical offerings. There was even a Higher Learning Section where one could do things like study advanced calculus, learn a new language, or even become a proficient tap dancer—all while you sleep!

Marti was definitely interested, now. The choices were more than plentiful. She just needed to decide which one to try as the freebie to go along with her weight loss program. If this thing worked as advertised, she could invest another forty dollars every now and then and really do some cool stuff. Based upon what she’d seen, it seemed that it would be possible to learn enough about chemistry to obtain her graduate degree and get a job as a research doctor and not just an assistant. Better yet, it would cost far less than going back to college and would only take a few months to complete—even quicker than that if she purchased a more effective interface device.

Being a scientist was interesting, but it wasn’t fun. For her freebie, Marti wanted something with some entertainment value, something to help offset the depressing notion that Cherry Cheesecake would soon, assuming the weight loss system worked, be a thing of the past.

After clicking around the StareWare site for a few more minutes, Marti spotted a section that she hadn’t noticed before. It was simply labeled “Sexuality Enhancement Programs” and bore a warning that you needed to be over 18 to visit that section of the site. Though she’d never been a particularly sexual person in the first place and she didn’t even know what she might hope to find in there, Marti clicked the link with her thumb on the PinkLink PDA, confirmed that she was, indeed, a grown woman, and entered the section.

Some of the programs in the section were a bit shocking to the half Puerto Rican, half Irish woman. Things ranged from learning to enjoy anal sex to becoming more of a sexual dominant, or submissive; from increased sexual sensitivity to becoming multi-orgasmic. After scanning through the often stunning list of things that people might want to do to themselves, Marti scrolled back up to the very top item: The Basic Sensuality Program. The descriptive copy explained that this was an excellent starter program for new users. It served two purposes—to increase physical sensitivity for enhanced arousal and it reduced sexual hang ups and generally improved one’s attitude toward sex.

It was the latter of the two things that interested Marti the most. Working at Jiggy’s had always bothered her, at some level. Possibly due to her conservative upbringing, Marti always felt a bit dirty when she came home from her shift behind the bar. She hated the way that the girls on the stage had to degrade themselves by removing their clothes and shaking their tits in the faces of the clientele. Even though Jiggy’s was upscale and most of the customers arrived in suits and had high paying jobs, once inside everyone seemed to shed their decency and become the lowest of lowlifes. And, of course, some of the customers brought that dirt to Marti by hitting on her while under the impression that they just might have a chance of getting lucky if they targeted the ugly one.

So it was that Marti wondered if she might enjoy her job a bit more if she could somehow get past the hang ups and issues she had with the whole thing. Kristy—or ‘Gabby’, at the club—didn’t seem to have a problem with it. She would always come home after nearly each shift with a smile and an entertaining story about how she managed to get an extra $20 out of some guy just by putting her leg behind her head.

Plus, it wouldn’t hurt to be able to physically enjoy sex a bit more if she finally did discover a person whom she might desire to become sexually active with. Hell, it might even help on those nights every couple of weeks when Marti got “Mr. Bigg” out of the drawer in her bedside table and got herself off all by herself.

Decided now, Marti clicked the “Add to Cart” link. Being PinkLink enabled, her PDA automatically transmitted her billing information and it was only a matter of seconds before the $40 had been taken from her bank account and her purchase was being digitally delivered to her.

“Heya, Biatch,” came Kristy’s voice from the living room doorway. “Whatcha up to?”

Marti looked over her shoulder from the sofa, a bit startled by the sudden intrusion. “Oh, hey. I’m just falling victim to late night infomercials.”

“Bummer.” Kristy was slurring a bit. Judging the late hour, Marti guessed that she’d stayed late at Jiggy’s with a few of the girls and had knocked back a few cocktails to help rinse the “dirt” away. “Not another one of those ‘mother-of-all-sex-toys’ again, is it?”

Marti grinned a bit nervously, “No, not exactly.”

“Good,” beamed the slightly inebriated blonde good-naturedly. “I’ve got a whole closet full of that shit if you’re ever so inclined.”

“Gosh, thanks Kristy. You’re the best!” Both girls chuckled and Marti couldn’t help but wonder if her new purchase might help her, one day, be more comfortable with conversations like this. True, here amongst friends, it wasn’t too bad, but it was still a topic that Marti didn’t feel particularly at ease about.

“Is the Doc home, yet?” asked Kristy in reference to their other roommate. Jenna wasn’t really a doctor, but as a pharmaceutical researcher, Kristy found the nickname both appropriate and mildly amusing.

“Nah,” said Marti as she glanced back at the TV screen to see that her download was nearly finished. “She’s out with Tom. My guess is that we won’t see her until morning, at least.”

“Well, at least one of us is getting some,” said Kristy as she rather unevenly pulled herself upright from her leaning position in the doorway. “I’m off to pass out, now. Don’t stay up all night with your new mega dildo.”

With that, Kristy staggered down the hallway and into her room. When she heard the door close, Marti turned her attention back to the TV screen which was asking if she wanted to install the new software. With a click, the dark haired Marti confirmed her choice.

One of the best features of PinkLink enabled devices was that you didn’t really need to be very technically savvy to install new software. You simply chose which ‘host device’ to install it to and everything else sort of took care of itself. Marti elected to use her PDA as the host since she always had it with her and it could easily interface with any of the televisions, computers, or stereos in the apartment when she wanted to run the program.

When the installation was complete—just moments later, it seemed—Marti then just needed to run through the configuration wizard. First, there was a set of mundane questions about Marti’s height, age, eating habits, and so on. With each question, the settings form on the bottom half of the screen filled itself in. Within five minutes, Marti had it set to help her lose five to seven pounds per week until she reached her target weight of 115 pounds—the ideal weight for her 5′5″ frame. She would have liked to lose a bit more weight each week, but because she was going to be using a simple TV or PC to run the software, the 7 pounds per week was pushing the upper limits of its capabilities.

Then came the optional weight distribution settings. Marti wasn’t sure what this was, so she clicked to check it out. The next screen presented her with the wireframed image of a computer generated female body. Various sliders and dials allowed the user to adjust the settings to affect hips, waist, bust, thighs, shoulders, and so on. A notice on the screen said that this option wouldn’t work for standard users or even StareWare VR Headset owners; that you needed to purchase the advanced BioLink unit for these changes to take effect. Marti had no idea how this could possibly work, but she found the idea intriguing. According to this, a person could actually go beyond a simple weight loss program and be able to affect breast size, the precise curve of your ass, and generally choose whatever body shape you personally found to be the most attractive.

Marti didn’t have the $800 for the BioLink unit, but she found herself fascinated with the dials and sliders on her screen and the results it had on the wireframe model. The amount of control promised seemed far too impressive to possibly be true. With a few clicks, the model on the screen had become a garish looking form with basketball sized breasts, incredibly toned abs, and a big round ass and hips that curved out at nearly a right angle from the waist. There were, of course, limitations, it seemed. Since Marti had a target weight of 115 pounds, there was only so much mass to go around. In order to make the breasts on the model as freakishly large as she had, the waistline had become conversely small. On her, God forbid, she would have had a waist size of about twelve inches around.

The sound of Kristy rather clumsily coming out of her room snapped Marti’s attention back to the task at hand. She quickly closed the weight distribution screen in fear that Kristy would catch sight of the embarrassingly perverse figure Marti had created. She hadn’t needed to worry though as Kristy stayed down the hallway and went directly into the bathroom.

With the weight loss configuration complete, it was time to set up the sexuality software. For some reason, the settings here were a bit more vague. Marti assumed that this was because sexuality itself was a fairly broad and vague concept. To lose weight, a person of a particular age and height had a particular target with particular foods to avoid and a certain amount of exercise to perform to balance calories and fitness. It was purely scientific.

Sex, though. That was another story—one that Marti hadn’t previously considered with any depth. Kristy, for example, took no issue with the notion of standing naked before complete strangers. Marti, on the other hand, abhorred the notion—not only for herself, but in some ways, for Kristy and the other girls, as well. Due to the nature of the issue, there was no hard lined right answer, either. Was Kristy wrong in her lack of inhibitions? Or was Marti wrong in her hang ups about the issue? The answer, of course, was neither. It wasn’t about right and wrong, but rather, what was appropriate for your specific lifestyle.

The StareWare configuration screen seemed to ask for most settings on a scale of zero to ten. For the most part, Marti left everything at the zero level so that she would remain unaffected in that area. Mainly, she was focused on items dealing with inhibitions and/or acceptance of other people’s sexual proclivities—generally, she was looking for things that affected her at work. Unsure of the overall effects this thing would have on her, she set the controls pretty conservatively with nothing above a five and most of the relevant settings at around three or four. She could always turn up the settings later if they didn’t achieve the desired results. For a moment she was worried that even these settings might be too high, but since she was using a TV—the least effective delivery system—to run the software, she figured she’d be safe.

By the time Kristy stumbled back out of the bathroom and into her room with newly clean teeth, Marti was halfway finished setting up the sexual sensitivity section, as well. This portion of the program used the same ambiguous zero to ten scale, but the details were relatively specific. Various body parts like lips, nipples, ears, and so on each had their own setting. Her pussy was even broken down into various parts such as inner and out labia, clitoris, vaginal walls, et cetera. Since she wasn’t sure about the none to ten scale in general, not to mention whether or not a setting of five was just that or whether it was a plus five from your current level of sensitivity, Marti wanted to be conservative with these settings as well. For simplicity’s sake, she just set the global change slider at two and decided it was good. If past history were an indication, she’d probably want to go higher with these numbers eventually. But, since her bedside “Mr. Bigg” was the on ly action she was getting at the current time, it didn’t matter all that much anyway.

Finally, Marti was at the final section of the setup wizard. Here, she could configure frequency and various reinforcement options. For the frequency settings, she chose ‘nightly’ and ‘while I sleep.’ She had to think a bit about the reinforcement settings, though. One option asked if she wanted a carrier wave to create a desire to continue using the software and thus making it easier to stay on her selected self-improvement program. Having started and quit more than one weight loss plan in the past, this seemed like a good idea.

Another option asked whether self diagnostic routines should run in the background to help track progress. A notice indicated that many of these features were disabled unless you had a BioLink unit to feed data back to the host, but Marti decided to turn that on, as well. Even limited diet tracking data would be interesting to look at.

Would you like to run StareWare now?

At last, everything was configured and Marti was pretty excited about the whole thing. She knew next to nothing about the principles the system used to do whatever it was that it was going to do, but the whole thing seemed like it was just what the doctor ordered. At worst, she wouldn’t lose any weight and would still hate her job, but at best, she would obtain a figure that rivaled those of the girls on stage—and she’d get home from work with a much better outlook on the turn her life had taken.

A notice beneath the “Run Now” prompt on the screen reminded Marti to make sure that she was in a private location where she wouldn’t be disturbed. Kristy was a sound sleeper—especially after her post-shift happy hours—and Jenna was almost certainly out for the night. Despite the late hour, Marti’s work schedule had made her quite the night owl, and thus, she wasn’t particularly tired, yet. She still wanted to watch her recorded show, but there was also a nagging curiosity about how the StareWare software would work. She decided to give her new program a quick trial right there and see what it was all about. Then she could watch her program and go to bed with the StareWare running its full nightly routine on the TV in there.

The odd hisses and pulsating hums emanating from the surround sound speakers was odd, but pleasant. The flashing lights and symbols on the TV screen were pretty, too. Marti half expected the whole process to be rather boring, but strangely enough, it was actually quite fascinating and pleasant. There, in the darkened living room dressed only in an oversized sweatshirt and panties, Marti found herself sinking down into the sofa as the audible frequencies and precision timed flashes of light brought her brainwaves into synch with the StareWare.

II.

“Come on baby, it won’t hurt, I promise!”

Jenna Carlisle was still fuming as she pulled her car onto Sherman Street. Where the hell had Tom gotten the nerve to even ask her to let him stick his cock up her ass? They’d only been dating for a month and had only had sex one other time before that. That fucker had skipped right over the request for a blow job and had gone right to the ass fuck. How dare he?

Even the fact that there was an open parking spot right in front of the entrance to her apartment didn’t help assuage the taste of ire coursing through her at that moment. Jenna had always thought of herself as a rather sexual person. True, not so sexually open as her roommate Kristy, but far more so than Marti. Hell, maybe one day, once a deeper relationship had developed, Jenna might have even entertained the notion of having anal sex with that prick bastard, Tom. But on the second occasion she’d ventured into bed with him? What a fucking asshole!

Her long mane of red hair flowed like the flames of her anger as Jenna locked her car and entered the adjacent building. She jabbed at the elevator call button far more aggressively than was required and an onlooker, had there been one, could have almost seen the steam coming from her enraged mind while she waited for the lift to arrive. Her green sweater, thrown on hurriedly as she had stormed from Tom’s place, clung to her athletic frame thanks to the layer of sweat her furious body had been producing. Her legs glistened in the fluorescent lighting as they stuck out below her tight leather mini-skirt. Despite the disheveled look of her attire and the ire seething from her core, Jenna Carlisle was still quite an attractive woman.

Several minutes later, Jenna found that her current state of mind added considerably to the difficulty in getting her PDA from her pocketbook. A few curse words later, she managed to pull it out and wave the thing in front of the PinkLink enabled lock. With a click, she gained access to the apartment and the hope that she could leave the horrors of tonight’s ordeal in the hallway behind her.

Standing in the darkened kitchen area, Jenna cocked her head slightly at the strange sound coming from down the hall. There was a hiss like that of an old fashioned television while tuned to a channel that wasn’t broadcasting. On top of that, there were several different whines at various pitches and frequencies. Overall, the sound—at least at first—seemed quite annoying and Jenna wondered how come none of her roommates had bothered to identify the source and shut it off.

As she tossed her purse onto the kitchen table—once again, with a bit more force than was absolutely necessary—Jenna spotted the flashing lights reflecting off the hallway walls. “What the fuck?” she muttered as she stormed down the hall to investigate.

Standing in the doorway to the living room, Jenna could just make out the top of Marti’s dark haired head on the sofa. It was slowly bobbing up and down and, judging by the soft vocal sounds barely discernable over the noise from the speakers in the room, it was quite clear what was happening. Marti was masturbating right there in the living room!

Had it been Kristy in there, Jenna would have rather expected it. In response, she would have stormed into the room and instructed her to take it to her bedroom and quit doing that kind of shit out in the public areas of the house. But, this was Marti—good old sexually repressed Marti who would be hard pressed to even be coerced into talking about masturbation, not to mention actually doing it out in the living room for all to see. It was completely out of character.

The lights and sounds continued to pulse and fill the entire room as Jenna looked on and considered what to do about the situation. Should she just go to bed and forget about it? Or, should she confront her housemate and ask her to show a little courtesy? Maybe she should just let it be and bring it up in the morning when everyone was completely dressed and no one had any fingers jammed up their pussy.

Jenna was still contemplating the situation from her vantage point in the doorway when she realized that her anger was slowly ebbing. She glanced at the pulsating TV screen for a moment and suddenly the notion of Tom’s seven inch cock being jammed into her tight ass didn’t really seem all that bad. In fact, it seemed as if she may have completely overreacted to the distasteful request. Still, it would have been much better if he’d asked her to suck it. She didn’t mind sucking cock all that much.

No. Wait.

Actually, Jenna realized with a bit of surprise, she really enjoyed sucking cock. She liked the taste of it and the feel of it on her tongue. And, though she’d never actually done it before, she imagined that it’d be pretty cool to press Tom’s big hard prick all the way in and let it slide down her throat with her teeth and lips pressed up firmly against his pubic bone. True, she’d need to breathe eventually, but for now it was nice to feel it throbbing and pulsating deep inside.

Now that the cock was wet with her saliva, it’d slide nice and easily into her ass, as well. No, it definitely wouldn’t be her favorite thing to do, but a big cock stuck up there would really feel pretty good right now. Damn it! I should have let him do it!

Completely unaware of the lines between reality and fantasy, at this point, Jenna turned and pressed her shoulders against the door frame as her fingers reached down and hiked her skirt up around her waist. Totally lost in the dancing lights that filled the room, she pulled her sopping wet panties aside and jammed two fingers into her pussy. Lowering her shoulders on the wall, she pressed her hips up and out so that her other hand could move around behind her. First one, then two fingers slid into her tight anus and Jenna bucked her hips frantically against herself. Even the sensation of her fingers in her pussy felt so much better than it had in the past. The whole thing was fucking amazing!

“Oh, God,” Jenna hissed as the first of several orgasms hit her with the ferocity of a big hard cock ramming into her virgin asshole.

III.

“Fuck yeah! Give it to me in the ass, baby!”

Marti Velasquez opened her eyes and, for the first time in several hours, took in her physical surroundings. Her sweatshirt was hiked up well above her waist and her panties where nowhere in sight. In the flashing lights from the TV, she suddenly realized that her fingers were still absently stroking her sore, yet remarkably satisfied pussy. With this realization, she snapped out of her daze and quickly fumbled around for her PDA to shut off the StareWare program.

Upon finding the device, the room fell almost completely dark. To her surprise, though, it was not as silent as Marti had expected it to be. With a twinge of fear at what she might discover, Marti turned and looked over the back of the sofa.

Completely inverted now, Jenna Carlisle had her ass and legs up against the doorjamb with the whole of her weight being supported by her shoulders which lay firmly on the hardwood floor. In the dim light coming down the hall from the kitchen, Marti could see Jenna’s hips as they bucked feverishly at the ministrations of her thrusting fingers—a pair in her pussy and another in her ass.

“Holy shit,” cried Marti as she scrambled from the sofa and over to Jenna’s side. “Wake up!”

Slowly, Jenna crumpled to the floor as the haze and arousal subsided. “W-what happened?”

“I’m so sorry!” exclaimed the olive skinned Marti. “I got this new software and... and...”

Jenna looked down at herself and her outfit which barely covered any part of her body that it was designed to cover. Then, through the dim light, she focused on Marti in her sweatshirt and sweat dampened hair. “What the fuck software did you buy?”

“It’s this weight loss system thing,” stammered Marti, embarrassed to reveal the additional sexual components of her purchase. “I’m sorry that I did this to you, Jen. I didn’t think you’d be home.”

Slowly Jenna spun herself around into a more natural sitting position on the floor. “No real harm done, I guess,” she mused as she tried to adjust her clothing so it hung more properly from her. “I don’t know what the hell just happened, but I’m not sure that it had much to do with weight loss.”

Marti inched backwards, thoroughly embarrassed by the entire situation. “I know. I know. There were some—uh—options I installed along with the weight loss stuff. I promise, I’ll use it alone and in my room with the door closed from now on.”

At last, Jenna found the strength to pick herself up off the floor. “Don’t get too frazzed about it, Marti. Whatever that software did certainly put me in a better mood than when I first got home.”

The redhead, somewhat unsteadily, began to head down the hallway toward her own room. “Next time I have a pisser of a day, I might even ask you to borrow it.”

Jenna turned and flashed a warm and, thankfully, forgiving smile towards Marti before she entered her room and closed the door behind her. Once again, the house fell silent and, after a long search resulting in the discovery of her panties hanging off the shade of the floor lamp in the far corner of the room, Marti retired to her own bedroom to get some sleep.

IV.

In a big city like Megopolis, it’s never completely dark. Marti, like many of her peers who worked nights and slept through a good part of the day, had done a fairly adequate job of taking measures to ensure that the absolute least amount of light could enter her bedroom, even at noon.

Now, at just before 5:00am, Marti found herself still tossing and turning several hours after her rather embarrassing incident with Jenna. Despite the fact that the morning sun wouldn’t begin its daily efforts to flood the room for a few more hours, yet, Marti simply couldn’t get to sleep. There was something missing. Something important. Something that she was supposed to do...

While a good chunk of last night was a deep dark void that Marti couldn’t remember, she couldn’t help but replaying the portions she could. At first, it was hard to think of anything else beyond the image of Jenna frantically and invertedly frigging herself off on the floor. Even her moans of pleasure were loud and indelible as they played again and again in Marti’s overly tired mind.

Finally, though, her brain managed to jump to an earlier point in the evening and the answer for her inability to sleep came. It was during the final configuration process of the StareWare software.

Frequency: At Night... While Asleep...

Software Usage Reinforcement: Yes.

Despite her single usage of the StareWare, it was obvious that at least the usage reinforcement signal had stuck. This was promising in respects to her hopes of losing weight, but in order to get some sleep, she’d need to run the software again. Once she’d done that, her mind would let the program do its job and let her rest in peace.

As Marti got up from bed, still in her sweatshirt from earlier in the night, she considered that it might not have been such a good idea to turn on the usage reinforcement carrier signal. What if she forgot her PDA at work one night? Would she be forced to make the drive across town to retrieve it before being able to get a wink of sleep? Or, worse yet, what if she was visiting her parents? She wasn’t sure exactly what had happened to both herself and to Jenna while the software was running, but she was fairly certain that it wasn’t quite as quiet and unassuming as a normal night’s sleep.

By the time she got back to bed, though, Marti had decided that she was just too tired to bother with the reconfiguration right then. She’d get some sleep and make her adjustments tomorrow with a clear head.

With a press of her finger on her PinkLink PDA, her PinkLink TV came to life and began running the Stareware program. The sound wasn’t as crisp and clear as it had been on the expensive surround sound system in the living room, but it was pleasant enough. And, of course, the pretty flashing lights on the TV screen completely made up for the lack of audio quality.

A mere ten seconds later, Marti’s hand was already down between her legs and absently stroking her swollen pussy folds. Ten seconds after that, she was asleep.