The Music in her Head
When Heather had downloaded the app in her MindExpand chip, it had been more to please her boyfriend than because she cared for it. Sure, it was a nice music app, and it was way better not to have to pay the montly fee for the standard one that came with her MindExpand to not play those ads every other moment. Nobody liked those ME basic softwares because of the premiums, and she already had friends that had jailbroken their own MEs, nothing much had happened to them. Her own boyfriend had done it to his long ago anyways.
One of the nicest features of the app was called "soundtrack to your life". Heather had immediately loved it. What it did was play environmentally convenient tunes selected by the AI to fit Heather's activities and reinforce the mood she wanted, very softly, in the background of her mind. Sweet lofi when she studied, aggressive phonk when she worked out, smooth jazz when she was being social, the music never ended and she barely had to think about it ; it basically played itself.
The benefits to her life were subtle, but numerous and welcome. When she needed to work out, the app played a little to motivate her. Doing her chores was rewarded by soothing tunes, taking her mind off it. She went to sleep whenever the soft lullaby played and that made her more energetic and happy during the day, and when her boyfriend wanted hot fun, she would have that quasi-telepathic epiphany when the slightly corny erotic saxophone solo started.
In fact, she'd been way more sexual these days. Her boyfriend had suggested they try that other app when he thought of a naughty thing to wear and she would, or give her some dares like walking out of her job's without her panties on and bending over to pick something up in the street, or wearing a vibrator in the transports, or other such daring feats.
Heather was discovering a lot about herself.
In fact, when she realized the music in her head had lyrics, and they were all about her and how she should behave, or think, she was surprised finding herself quite fine with it. Old Heather would probably have balked at the idea, but new Heather knew she was a better person for it, and getting way better fuckings as a result. Old Heather would only rarely masturbate, even though practice makes perfect and she would do it mostly to cum as fast as possible even though good girls stay on the edge, never waste your pleasure away. That only made sense, and every time Heather stopped because the music told her it was time to exercise, or go give blow your boyfriend a surprise blowjob, she was ever so happy to be a good girl, Heather.
She had developed a taste for blowjobs, too. It used to disgust her, but now she had realized how fun it is to be in control of a Man's pleasure. She loved how her boyfriend's eyes became glassy while she sucked at him. She now loved the smell, the taste of his, and even how sore her jaw was becoming sometimes. It was the sign you're a good girl, Heather, embrace it.
Then, there was a change. Her boyfriend had grown interested in other girls, which at first seemed a bit annoying to witness, a bit frustrating, even though it's only natural for him to be turned on by sexy women, and other girls are super hot and you want to have sex with them too, and good girls make more good girls. That's when Heather realized she was kind of not as straight as she told herself she was, and when her boyfriend asked her to play with his new girl, she had to concede it's fun to give men a show with another girl and it's not gay when it's for a man's pleasure.
And that's when he suggested Heather meets with another man. Heather had been categorical: it was a no. She did not want to be with another man, she loved her boyfriend and she wanted to be with him, and his other girls since it's normal for him to train other girls and make them his sex slaves. But he had installed another app in Heather's ME (she had granted him admin access a long time ago, good girls let their boyfriend help them tune their ME) and this one made everything clear. Heather just had to walk down the street without thinking, the music helped, then she entered a specific building, still only focusing on the music and the orders, then she had to just undress, don't think, good girl and just wait here and meditate, good girl.
Heather was now waiting, just as she had been instructed, while the app buzzed in her head, deciding what to keep, what to remove, what to enhance. She was a good girl, the app told her so, she already was forgetting about her boyfriend who was unimportant. The only man that was important was her Master, her ME had given her photos and videos and she had fallen head over heels for him when the AI had rewritten her memories to create the perfect backstory, inspired by countless erotic novels of mind control. Heather had a feeling she was so happy she let the chip in her head remake her life story. Soon she would be a perfect companion for the man she loved, no, worshipped, and everything in her life would make sense at last.
While she experienced this epiphany, the man who had bought her enjoyed the view of his new slave, swaying to the music in her head, too far gone to question the process. This man didn't have an ME in his skull, of course...
