The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Closing her apartment door behind her, Annabel signed with relief. That had been one of the weirdest days she had ever experienced and she was glad to be home. All afternoon she’d been a horny mess. Try as she might, it had been impossible to focus on work. Her mind had kept wandering, wanting to reach down between her legs and give her pussy the attention it growled for.

Bizarre.

The sudden wave of arousal that had engulfed her today seemed to come out of the blue, taking her utterly unawares.

At least it had put this morning’s problems into perspective: the chafing of her new turtleneck top seemed to have stopped. That had threatened to drive her crazy before lunch. She’d never felt a sensation like it before—a strange tingling and throbbing feeling as if a thousand pins and needles were prickling against her skin.

Annabel recalled how she’d spent the first hour in work clawing and tugging at the collar wondering how she was possibly going to get through the day.

Frustrated by the uncomfortable burning sensation, in an attempt to distract herself she had slipped into the break room for a coffee. There she’d bumped into Lauren, who worked on the same floor but in a different department, on the same mission.

After exchanging brief pleasantries and office gossip, the petite brunette had questioned her. “Hey, is that a new top?”

“Yeah,” Annabel replied less than enthusiastically, still irritated by the discomfort. “I got it from that new online store that everybody is raving about. Gorgon. They had a deal on so I got a few.”

In all honesty, Annabel was regretting the purchases. She had gotten five identical tops in different colours for a bargain price and now it looked as if she’d have to bin them. Turtlenecks weren’t really a look she’d ever gone for up to now. But the fashion gods, in their infinitely fickle wisdom, had decreed them to be the trend of the new season. Social media influencers had been loudly cheerleading their virtues so, not wanting to be left behind, Annabel had inevitably succumbed.

If she was brutally honest with herself, Annabel enjoyed the admiring glances she drew from men and the jealous glares she received from her female rivals. Her natural attributes; long blonde hair, a slim body she kept in shape through diet and regular exercise, sultry brown eyes and luscious lips, all certainly helped to open doors. She had not been shy about using her assets to get what she wanted in past. But now that she was only two years from her thirtieth birthday, she was starting to feel anxious about her appearance. There was nothing obvious that she could put her finger on. These were just her own private unspoken fears, the tiny nagging doubts and anxieties that she tried to keep in check. But it was hard not to allow social media to magnify her perceived inadequacies in comparison to the procession of younger, beautiful women with their sparkling careers and hectic social lives that made her own life pale into frustrated mediocrity. Keeping on trend was one way to compensate for her stagnant career and personal insecurities.

Again, if she was being honest, that had been part of the reason Mark had split up with her. Of course there were other problems that had created a rift between them, but her need to keep testing him, using his validation to soothe her insecurities, had helped drive them apart. In typical male fashion, Mark had responded by pulling away, which had only intensified her fears and the wedge between them had grown.

Their break up had been inevitable.

Shaking her head to dispell the negativity that threatened to overwhelm her, Annabel’s mind returned to her earlier encounter with Lauren.

“Oh great,” Lauren had beamed genuinely, complimenting Annabel on her new top. “It looks really good on you!” she continued, causing Annabel to blush lightly.

“I think it really suits you,” Lauren had continued enthusiastically. “The look really flatters your figure and because you’ve got a slender neck it emphasises your face. You should definitelywear turtlenecks more often!”

That chance conversation with a co-worker had turned her whole day around. The genuine praise had lightened her dark mood, which was odd as Lauren was somebody she didn’t know particularly well—more of a casual work acquaintance really. But during their chat Lauren seemed to exude a level of what could only be described as confidence that Annabel had never noticed before.

While the uncomfortable sensation of thousands of tiny ants nibbling at her neck had continued throughout her day, it had slowly settled into a dull background throb that she was able to tolerate.

Alas, one distraction had been replaced by another.

Her pussy had woken in the afternoon, demanding attention. That had certainly taken her mind off the strange tingling in her neck.

Now safely back home, still ruminating on Lauren’s words, she quickly kicked off her heels, scampering in her bare feet to her bedroom. Reflexively, she put her phone in the charger beside her bed before getting to work. Off went her pants and underwear as she rummaged in the bottom drawer of the wardrobe where she kept the dildo she’d bought after the split with Mark.

Briefly she contemplated taking off the rest of her clothes but her need was too urgent. The strange throbbing in her neck was back, but much stronger now. It felt as if countless tiny razor blades were all stabbing into her flesh as, simultaneously, the arousal built and built.

Weird.

Very weird.

She should really take off her new top before she began....

Her desperate sex screamed.

NO!

A tidal wave of arousal suddenly engulfed her, submerging the thought beneath the torrent of lust that flowed over her.

Body quaking with urgency, Annabel collapsed backwards on to her bed and dove straight in.

The vibrator hummed as she plunged it deep into her ravenous cleft.

Pleasure coursed through her entire body. She felt so alive. Every cell in her body seemed to sizzle and vibrate with bliss. Her neck burned pleasurably.

It felt wonderful.

On and on she went, the ecstacy building and building as the dildo buzzed inside her.

Hot, raw pleasure.

So much pleasure.

Boiling and raging within her.

Devouring more and more of her.

A conflagration of passion consumed her, engulfing her entire being, as Annabel’s body screamed in glorious approval, surrendering completely to the primal urges that now controlled her.

All rational thought vanished. The all-consuming lust corroded Annabel’s mind, obliterating everything except the intense arousal that had boiled within. Her body and mind were molten puddles of boiling lava. She was nothing but an animal in heat, mindlessly, desperately fucking herself.

Nothing else mattered.

Her cares, anxieties, fears, likes, desires and wants all vanished.

For Annabel, there was only pleasure.

Every fibre of her being was white hot, sizzling in the inferno that consumed her utterly as the buzzing vibrator continued to stoke the flames that consumed her.

Body thrashing on the bed as the orgasmic bliss built and built, Annabel moaned uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstacy drove her onwards. Time itself seemed to stand still. Every moment of pure bliss was more intense than the last.

More and more pleasure.

Building and building.

Unquenchable.

Driving her wild.

Writhing on her bed, Annabel felt her entire world dissolve as she approached the edge of orgasmic oblivion.

Closer and closer.

On the brink of bliss.

Gasping and moaning in a gibbering pile of frenzied lust, eyes rolling back in her head, Annabel thrashed uncontrollably as she came closer and closer to Nirvana.

Exploding in a supernova of euphoria she came, spectacularly.

Panting raggedly, she lay still, drained in mind and body of all energy.

Slowly coming down from the intense climax, Annabel eased herself up on the bed and looked around in a dazed stupor. Her thoughts were fuzzy, the afterglow hugged her like a comfortable blanket making her feel warm and secure.

Did she really want to get up? Did she really want to return to the everyday world? It was so hard to think clearly.

All she could think about was the rapture she had just experienced.

Her neck began to throb once more and then her greedy slit was awake again, screaming insistently. Her cunt had tasted paradise and wanted more.

She needed to feel alive once more.

Smiling almost maniacally, Annabel set to work.

Annabel slowly drifted back to wakefulness after what had been one of the deepest and soundest night’s sleep she had ever experienced.

She felt wonderful.

Glancing at her alarm clock, she realised it was still early and she had plenty of time to get ready for work. Stretching contentedly in her bed, Annabel eased herself up slowly and rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she felt her focus returning.

Only then did the memories of last night return. Her bed was a mess and her exhausted dildo lay spent on the floor.

Her jaw dropped in amazement, staring in disbelief at the messy sheets and the trail of crumpled clothes that ran like a trail of breadcrumbs from the front door to her bed, the room pungent with the scent of sex and her own dried sweat.

What had she done last night? How many times had she frigged herself? What had come over her?

This was so unlike anything she’d ever done before.

But then the memory of the procession of intense orgasms returned. Her shock subsided quickly. Smiling to herself, she chose to focus instead on the pleasure she’d indulged in. Annabel had to admit that even sex with her previous boyfriends, at their best, hadn’t come anywhere close to last night. Exhausted by her exertions, she must have eventually fallen asleep.

But it was uncomfortable to think about her strange behaviour.

So she didn’t.

Instead, Annabel headed to the shower.

After all, it was just a bit of harmless fun, she rationalised. The dull pang of shame that troubled her conscience was dim compared to the blinding light of last night’s orgasmic bliss.

Feeling, clean, refreshed and very rested, Annabel got on with her morning routine, cheerfully preparing herself for the new day. Thanks to last night’s entertainment she hadn’t laid out today’s outfit in advance so she started rummaging through her wardrobe.

Her favourite go-to black dress was an easy choice. Professional and classy Annabel mused happily. But the summer weather was gone and the heating in work was always terrible. How many days had she spent shivering in that awful building?

Then she glimpsed the small pile of neatly folded turtlenecks. Annabel plucked out a mustard yellow sweater from the selection and held it up. It was just the right shade to add the zing she needed to her outfit. Plus the yellow matched her sunny mood this morning.

But wearing the same style two days in a row was not her usual thing?

Dismissing the thought, Annabel got dressed, pulling on underwear, before layering the new top beneath her favourite long dress and a pair of cute heels.

The familiar pricking sensation in her neck returned.

Swearing to herself, she stamped her foot in frustration. Not this again!

She’d have to change her top. There was no way she was going to endure another day of agony.

Sighing, Annabel reached up to unzip her dress. Just then she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. Her hands paused as she examined herself.

Eyes roving over her body, she studied her appearance.

She looked hot.

Lauren was right. Turtlenecks did suit her.

Her mood lightened quickly, the irritation vanishing.

The weird sensation wasn’t that unpleasant. She could handle it. Such minor discomforts were merely the price she had to pay for looking good.

Pulling on her jacket before making some last minute adjustments to her accessories, she grabbed her fully charged phone and set off to work.

Returning home, Annabel closed the door behind her. Today had been a good day. Work had been a breeze. Yesterday’s lack of concentration was gone; today she had been utterly focussed. The constant throbbing sensation in her neck had not bothered her in the slightest, fading into the background. All the challenges of the day had not dented her good mood in the slightest.

She’d chatted to Lauren again today; they’d bumped into each other in the corridor and had a long talk. She really was such a nice person. And very attractive too.

If she had been into girls.

Which she wasn’t.

Obviously.

Once again Lauren had complimented her on her appearance. Annabel had actually felt her body warm as she had spoken to the pretty brunette, drawn to Lauren by a magnetic-like pull she had never experienced before.

Fortunately Lauren appeared not to have noticed her reaction.

Now safely back at home, Annabel frowned at the memory. What had caused her react so oddly to a person she hardly knew?

Her sex woke instantly.

Appearing as from nowhere, a sudden surge of arousal ripped through her entire body, causing her knees to buckle.

Gasping aloud as she steadied herself by hanging on to the door handle.

What was happ....

Before she could finish the thought another, stronger, wave of lust washed over her mind and body.

A sudden, all-consuming, desperate urge. Her entire being was aflame.

Body shaking, her pussy screamed at her to do something about it.

Forgetting everything else Annabel scurried to her bedroom and stood panting, her body burning up. Practically throwing her phone into the charger for the night, she clawed at her clothes, pulling up her dress and ripping off her panties, flinging them thoughtlessly on the ground.

Reaching up she started to remove her turtleneck.

The skin at her neck seemed to fizzle with energy, sending tendrils of pleasure throughout her entire body. The boiling, molten need between her legs dissolved all other thoughts.

Mewling in desperation, Annabel grabbed her vibrator and splayed her legs wide as she lay back on her bed.

Moments later she was trapped in the endless cycles of orgasmic bliss that consumed every aspect of her being.

It was late Friday afternoon and Annabel was concentrating on finishing the figures for Accounts. Usually this was the job she hated most; the detailed and painstaking work needed to input the totals into the “bespoke” computer database, that some long retired management genius had been suckered into buying twenty years ago, was unpleasant to say the least.

But today her fingers skipped over the keyboard.

A shadow loomed over her desk. Looking up she met Lauren’s smiling hazel eyes gazing down at her from the edge of the cubicle.

Startled by the unexpected visitor, Annabel continued to swim in Lauren’s glittering eyes, lost in the twin pools of loveliness that stared directly at her.

“How’s the week been for you?” Lauren asked cheerily, breaking the spell.

“Worked out pretty good,” Annabel responded, matching the upbeat tone, blood rushing to her cheeks.

Lauren grinned. “Everybody’s happy on a Friday afternoon.”

Between her legs, Annabel felt the familiar warmth start to bloom as she desperately tried to appear nonchalant. The constant throbbing in her neck had also started to grow in intensity, the pleasurable pins and needles pulsing against her sensitive skin.

Lauren began chatting about the new processes that were being implemented in her department and how much extra work was involved. But her incompetent boss was concentrating on his promotion and didn’t want to hear about it.

As Annabel did her best to respond sympathetically to her friend’s predicament, the glowing embers of sexual heat between her legs sparked into life.

Annabel found that she couldn’t take her eyes off Lauren no matter how hard she tried. She was absolutely gorgeous.

In fact she’d started to fantasise regularly about Lauren as part of her new daily routine. Every day this week had been the same: work, followed by hours of frenzied masturbation, before collapsing into a deep sleep.

And she felt absolutely amazing.

Lauren pouted alluringly. “But enough about work,” her friend went on, changing the subject. “You’ve really been rocking those turtlenecks all week!” Lauren continued. “I think the new look really suits you.”

“Thanks Lauren” Annabel replied enthusiastically, reddening as her aching pussy quivered in glee. “I just love wearing them.” Pleasant prickles of electricity caressed her neck as she spoke.

“They frame your face really nicely,” Lauren continued. “You can really pull off the look.”

“Ohhhh... thanks Lauren,” Annabel gushed, her sex thrilling at the praise as the delicious flames of desire began to lick against her wanton sex.

“I’ve been wearing a lot of them myself these days,” Lauren went on, stroking the high collar of her own burgundy top. Annabel’s eyes widened at the sight. Somehow her friend’s inadvertent gesture seemed so full of unspoken meaning. If felt like a deliberately sensual act designed to ensnare her. Not that Annabel cared. She was spellbound.

With all her might, she struggled to hold back the inferno that threatened to engulf her, the flush slipping over her entire body with the effort.

“You look amazing in them,” Annabel breathed huskily, utterly unable to mask her arousal as she gazed adoringly up at her stunning friend.

Lauren’s hazel eyes twinkled knowlingly.

The brunette girl laughed lightly. “We should share our outfit schedules so we don’t end up wearing the same clothes. Turtleneck twins!” she chuckled.

Clenching her thighs, Annabel squirmed weakly as yet another pulse of sensual desire washed over her. She was desperately trying to hold it together.

“I buy a lot of my stuff at Gorgon too,” Lauren chatted on, apparently unfazed. “You should participate in the members forum. It should be on the app you downloaded. They give you lots of really great discounts and special offers. I get a lot of my clothes from them now and it saves me a fortune.”

Mustering all her strength, keeping her breathing level as best she could, despite the fact that her cunt was ablaze with need, Annabel tried to remain outwardly composed through sheer force of will. Every atom in her body ached to explode.

“Yes…. yes I’ll do that,” she responded to the suggestion, failing to keep the dripping arousal from her voice. “You always look so...” (she was about to say sexy but caught herself at the last moment) “...stylish, Lauren.”

“Aww, thanks hon,” Lauren chuckled, patting Annabel’s shoulder lightly.

Lauren’s brief, innocent gesture was akin to being touched by the sun. A wave of pure, raw, intense sexual heat burned through Annabel’s entire body. She was on fire.

Annablel was losing her fight. Her hands desperately ached to reach between her legs, snake past her sopping panties, and bury her fingers deep inside her cunt and masturbate in front of Lauren.

Her body was a hot puddle of lust as the carnal conflagration dissolved more and more of her ability to think rationally. Her thoughts were now focussed solely on her primal, purely animalistic needs. Nothing else mattered.

“Anyway,” Lauren continued cheerfully as she eased herself out of Annabel’s cubicle, her complicated eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’d better let you get back to it. See you Monday!”

Slamming the door behind her, Annabel practically fell into her apartment. Ever since her encounter with Lauren earlier she’d been a complete mess. Her earlier poise and concentration had evaporated and she had rushed through the rest of her work in a fog of blind arousal. There had been mistakes, naturally, and she’d gotten a snippy email from accounts pointing out her errors.

Not that it mattered.

The weekend was here and she could regroup. She’d cancelled the couple of prior arrangements she’d made for the next couple of days with the excuse of coming down with a cold. An entire weekend of me-time was what she needed.

But the thought of Lauren consumed her.

Annabel wanted the beautiful brunette. Desperately.

Pulling off her pants and underwear Annabel padded barefoot into her bedroom, sizzling in anticipation of the hours of bliss that was to come.

Cradling a mug of hot coffee, Annabel contemplated the slate grey skies from her apartment window. It was almost noon on a murky Saturday morning at the start of winter so it was good to be toasty warm indoors with no plans to distract her.

She’d slept long and deeply last night, waking up perfectly refreshed and relaxed as usual after hours of frenzied masturbation, climax after climax rolling together as she had sunk deeper and deeper into the lesbian fantasy that she had constructed in her own mind. Lauren seemed to own her thoughts.

Reaching up, mirroring Lauren’s gesture from yesterday, she stroked the throbbing turtleneck collar wrapped around her neck.

A jolt of intense sexual energy convulsed her. Annabel gasped loudly, unable and unwilling to contain the explosion of joy that rapidly suffused throughout her body, eyes rolling backwards as she rode the crest of this wave of pure pleasure.

So she repeated the action with the same wonderful result.

And again.

Again.

Again.

Now she was into a rhythm. Screaming in agonised ecstacy, her eyes closed, both hands rubbing and pawing at the turtleneck collar, addicted to the burning results of her actions, stoking the flames of desire that consumed her, corrupting and twisting her thoughts, Annabel surrendered completely.

In her mind’s eye she saw Lauren’s smiling face.

Lauren’s hot, sexy body.

Lauren’s sparkling hazel eyes.

Pleasure washed over her mind, dissolving all other thoughts as she submitted to her Sapphic urges.

She wanted her.

Needed her.

So, so badly.

Time stood still. Nothing mattered. There was only pleasure.

Like a warning siren cutting through the thick fog of lust that had wrapped around her mind, Annabel dimly heard her phone ping.

The spell broken, Annabel slowly regained her senses. Glancing down she noted that it was just some unimportant friend wanting to catch up.

Panting heavily, she stared vacantly at the phone, her mind still obsessed with the beautiful co-worker that had taken over her mind.

The phone now in her hand, she suddenly remembered what Lauren had said about the forum. She opened the Gorgon app instantly. Delightedly, she realised that she was already a member!

A message flashed on screen inviting her to join the community and get great discounts on new orders.

Moments later she found herself in the closed members-only space.

Another message welcomed her as well as informing her that as a special introductory offer to new members her orders were now seventy five percent off!

Absent mindedly, she resumed stroking her collar, riding the pulses of sexual energy that crested through her, but still able to concentrate on her phone. Annabel found herself absorbed in choosing her purchases. She ignored everything else and went straight to her new favourite item of clothing. With delight she realised that they had a vast array of different styles and colours, much more so than she’d seen previously.

Squealing with glee she greedily began filling her cart as her body thrilled with anticipation.

Checking out a few moments later Annabel was delighted to see that as her order had been placed before the specified cut off time it would be delivered later today.

She was impressed. That really was outstanding customer service.

Smiling broadly, her left hand still caressing the tight material around her neck, relishing the tendrils of pleasure that snaked through her body with every touch, Annabel returned to the forum. Everything was so simple and user friendly.

Surprisingly, Annabel discovered it was very active. New images, likes and posts appeared to be coming thick and fast.

Nearly all the users were regularly posting selfies showing their outfits-of-the-day and fishing for comments, which were invariably complimentary. Annabel discovered that the turtleneck trend seemed to be in full swing in the forum as photo after photo showed attractive young women modelling their latest clothing purchases gushing about how great they looked and felt.

Scanning through the photos Annabel suddenly came upon a familiar face. Gasping aloud at the sight, she shook uncontrollably as Lauren’s compelling hazel eyes stared back at her from the screen.

Body and mind sizzling with pleasure, Annabel pawed ravenously at the high collar wrapped around her neck, the intensity threatening to overwhelm her once more.

With one hand, she instantly clicked like and just about managed a brief message: “hottt laurennn xxxx”

Scrolling down, photo after photo of Lauren appeared modelling various outfits of the day, each more stunning and arousing than the last. Staring transfixed at image after image, Annabel was struck at just how stunningly gorgeous Lauren was.

Annabel’s body sang with pure pleasure as the stream of photos flickered past her eyes. Her hand slipped thoughtlessly between her legs, working it’s way deep into the furnace. She was utterly lost, completely consumed by lust for the woman she craved.

Nothing else mattered.

On and on she continued.

No thoughts.

No questions.

No fears.

Just pleasure.

Only pleasure.

When she finally came to her senses it was the evening. Darkness had fallen and she was sprawled, half naked on the couch. Her cunt was quiet, sated by the frenzy of masturbatory bliss she had engaged in all afternoon.

Hunger had finally woken her from the stupor and, still clutching her phone, she padded into the kitchen to grab a quick bite to eat.

Feeling a lot more alert with some food inside her, Annabel mused idly as she munched on the sandwich she’d thrown together.

It was all really odd, wasn’t it? She didn’t behave like this? This kind of obsessive behaviour just wasn’t part of her makeup. It was getting more than a bit freaky and weird. She was starting to behave like a pervert. Some sort of creepy, weirdo stalker.

And since when had she been into women? Annabel had always considered herself to be het. Nothing in her past had indicated otherwise. But all of a sudden she was lusting after a female co-worker?

Yes, she resolved, it was time to get a grip. This situation could really get out of hand unless she snapped out of it. The consequences of doing something really stupid would be enormous.

For the first time in a week Annabel was thinking clearly. It felt good to take back control and get a grip on reality. Taking another bite out of sandwich, Annabel began to think rationally about what she had done.

This perverted fixation on Lauren was just one aspect of some very weird activities she’d engaged in. Jilling-off for hours every evening before collapsing into a coma-like state was not healthy behaviour.

Red warning lights were beginning to flash in her mind. All this crazy stuff needed to stop.

The more she thought about it, the more disturbing it all became. Was she having some sort of breakdown? A psychotic episode? Did she need to get help? Maybe the breakup had done something to her?

The important thing was to stop.

Right now.

Fixing her lips into a thin line, Annabel knew that she’d made an important decision. She would follow through. There was no way she was....

Her phone beeped insistently.

Distracted, she reflexively glanced at the screen.

Still logged into the members forum, Annabel was startled to see that she’d missed a ton of activity. Her presence must have been noted by the other members and they had bombarded her with messages. They were all alike; enthusiastically welcoming her to the forum and urging her to join in. Immediately diverted from her troublesome thoughts, sucked in by this sudden avalanche of unexpected online attention, Annabel scrolled through the cheerful greetings, her mood brightening with every word she read.

Soon she came across something that Lauren had written in response to her earlier comment.

“Thnx hon!!!!!!!”

Annabel instantly felt a flash-flood of sexual desire course through her as she stared open-mouthed at this simple sentence. In an instant the intense feelings returned, now stronger than ever, washing away her earlier doubts and fears. Her resolve to stop crumbled as her left hand reached up to her neck and began stroking her collar.

Her eyes were moist now, tears threatening to well up and cloud her vision, the residue of her earlier resolve echoing through her new thoughts. But like small flame flickering in the distance, this flicker of resistance was quickly snuffed out by the far stronger desires that extinguished anything that stood in their way.

Smiling widely Annabel hurriedly typed a reply to her new friends: “Thnx everybody! I’m feeling yr love! :—) Can’t wait to get to know all you lovelies better! XXXX”

Almost immediately there were instant likes from various users to her post. Delighted at the attention from this very friendly community, Annabel simply purred with happiness as she sizzled with heat.

So focussed had she been on all this activity, Annabel only now spotted a message stating that her earlier order had been delivered.

A sudden burst of euphoria engulfed her. The thought of all those wonderful new clothes made her giddy with excitement.

Reeking of sex, barely taking the time to scramble into a pair of jeans, Annabel skipped downstairs to the small utility room beside the entrance foyer where parcels were left for residents. A substantial cardboard box waited for her, which she hefted over to the elevator and brought upstairs.

Back in the privacy of her apartment, Annabel tore open the parcel and dove right in. Garment after garment spilled out of the box as she gleefully examined each new item, admiring the style, material or colour of each new top that she caressed in her hands.

At the bottom of the package she found a smaller box. A note was pasted to the outside in which she discovered that this was a bonus free gift with her order; she had been given some items from their new Sleep Time nightwear range to sample.

Unable to believe her luck, Annabel ripped open the box and spilled out the contents. Some sort of odd-looking visor headset-thing was included, which she set aside in her eagerness to examine the clothes.

It was a two piece outfit: loose bottoms and a top made out of a soft material in light-grey. Delighted, Annabel noted that the top was a turtleneck also!

Holding the top up in front of her she saw that the collar was very long, much more so than any regular garment she’d ever worn before.

Not that she minded in the least.

Flipping the top around to inspect the front, she gasped in mild surprise at what she saw. Emblazoned in large black letters across the front of the top were two simple words: SLEEP TIME.

Elation flooded her mind as Annabel took in all the wonderful clothes she had to wear. Gorgon was simply the best retailer ever! They really cared about their customers. All the cheery girls happily posing in their hot outfits on the forum, the free gifts and the generous discounts were all evidence of that.

She had a lot to be thankful for.

The crippling doubts were back. Annabel lay curled up in a ball, shaking, sobbing uncontrollably. A sudden wave of panic had welled up in her this morning and, grabbing her phone, she had ran out of the bedroom consumed by fear.

Something was wrong.

Terribly wrong.

Tears flowed down her cheeks as the frightened girl hugged herself tightly.

She’d woken up as usual feeling refreshed and content after her usual nocturnal routine. Her fantasies about Lauren had been more intense than ever last night and had driven her deeper into madness. She’d worked herself into a complete frenzy.

But with the morning light, the feeling of dread had returned. She felt so alone and ashamed. All she could do was lie on the couch and hug herself, not daring to move.

Slowly as the morning wore on, emotionally drained from her crying, Annabel began to recover.

Taking a deep breath, she centred herself; she had to get herself together. Wiping away her tears, the young woman felt her resolve returning.

There was no point in sitting here crying. She needed to escape from this self-destructive cycle.

The first step was to muster the energy to get up.

Slowly uncurling from the foetal position, Annabel rubbed her puffy red eyes, wiping the last of her tears away. Easing up into a sitting position on the couch, she paused to contemplate her next move.

One small step at a time, she resolved.

Idly, her eyes roamed around the living room. Her phone pinged. Automatically, she reached for the device resting on the low coffee table beside her.

A new private message from Lauren awaited her on the forum, which she opened without thinking.

It was brief and to the point: Lauren was inviting her to drop around to her place for lunch this afternoon if she was free.

Squealing with excitement, her recent terror completely forgotten, Annabel replied enthusiastically.

Pure euphoria surged within. All her fears vanished like a puff of smoke. Shaking her head, Annabel smiled to herself. She had been so silly.

Glancing at the clock she suddenly gasped in shock. She had to get ready for Lauren!

She practically ran to the shower.