Victoria sighed heavily as she pressed play; sheâd been looking for a movie to try out her new 4k VR goggles for ages, and now was finally settling down in the realms of comfort as she watched.
Before long, a word flashed across her screen. It was almost too quick to notice, however, and she shrugged it off, thinking it must have been a glitch. She bit her lip as the soft humming bass continued to reverberate through her mind. It had been going for some time now, though Victoria wasnât sure quite how long. In fact, she was starting to have difficulties thinking altogether. Behind the goggles, Victoriaâs eyes glazed over as she felt herself drifting as the words flashed on the screen, more frequently than before.
Victoria heard herself slowly mumbling along to the flashing text.
She wanted to take off the VR goggles; she wanted to escape⊠whatever this was. Everytime she tried to take off the goggles, however, another word would flash.Â
Another flash interrupting her train of thought. And another. Till nothing remained but the flashes before her.
Vicky lied drooling as the erotic images continued flashing rapidly in front of her eyes, each with a new, mind-melting suggestion. The humming beats in her ears still flooding her mind, drowning out any and all thoughts. Vicky helplessly took in her conditioning: she *wanted* to become a good girl, she *needed* to obey. After all, obedience made her so aroused, and arousal made her so obedient.
As the days went on, Vicky continued her programming. First came the wardrobe changes as she got rid of all her casual, dorky clothing and replaced it with some sexy latex and seductive crop-tops. Conditioned to wear whatever would get her submissive, slutty self some long required sexual attention.
Then, bigger changes began. She left her boyfriend. Good girls need to be available. She couldnât fuck if she was in a relationship. She quit her job. Good girls donât work. Working takes away from fucking, and sucking, and obeying. She needed to obey. She was a good girl.
Each night, Vicky put on her VR goggles. It had become a part of her nightly routine now, never missing out on her programming, her remaking. After all, good girls need their conditioning and training, which Vicky knew very well. She knew she had to sink, slip, and obey. She knew she had no choice but to go blank. It said so right there, right before her eyes, flashing in her mind.
As Vicky fell asleep to the soft hums of her programming, her world began to fade away again. Her thoughts, her mind fading into the sounds and words before her. A little more each time, the old Victoria faded away with them.Â
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