Urges
The message was weird—Linda knew that. It was from an unknown stranger after all and you shouldn’t just click any links that you have been sent before checking what they lead to.
“Wanna have some fun? Click here! You wont regret it”, the message said. “Sounds like a porn scam site to me, scammer”, Linda replied. Surprisingly, she got an answer from the stranger. She thought it was just some stupid bot. “Nope! Just a website that will make you have a good time :)". She thought about it. The link seemed like some sort of IP Tracker, but she had a VPN installed so she didn’t really care. “You sure?", she asked. A few moments later the stranger replied. “Totally. You wont be seeing any ads on here and neither any porn.” Maybe she could give it a go? Maybe it was just some random dude sending people his new website? Lindas number wasn’t hard to find anyways, her and her coworker Cassys number were both directly on the front page, as the two were the leaders of the research project.
“Well, if it is something weird i can just report that guy”, Linda mumbled as she clicked on the link. The only thing that was shown was a black image on her entire screen. She sat there for a few seconds, waiting for something to happen, but the screen stayed black. She sighed and alt + f4’d out of the tab. “Yeah cool black screen prank man”, she typed to the stranger. She clicked on send as she noticed something unusual. The chat looked like this:
- Linda Parloth (4:03 PM):
“Sounds like a porn scam site to me, scammer.”
- Unknown Number (4:04 PM):
“Nope! Just a website that will make you have a good time :)”
- Linda Parloth (4:53 PM):
“Yeah cool black screen prank man”
Why had there been 50 Minutes between her messages? She looked on the clock on her wall. It too showed that it was almost 5 PM. “Okay nevermind, cool time prank. Modyfing my skype app for that really was worth it, wasn’t it? Lol cya then”. She closes the app and sighed. Why did the guy go out of his way to do this? She shook her head and decided to go back to work. There was still a form she needed to fill out and send to Cassy, and it was already becoming late.
An hour later, she was done with the form and sent the email to her partner. She stretched her back and her arms and let out a relieved sigh. It really felt like she was sitting here for hours.
To pass the time, she decided to play a simple game of chess in her browser—she didn’t really have much else to do anyways and it was a good game because if she played chess with her one hand, she was free to masturbate with the othe—
What did she just think? She shook her head and focused on the game. Her enemy was pretty good, but she knew she was better. In her time in highschool, she used to play chess with her friends every day between classes and now at work she still did it from time to time in her break, which made her quite the... quite...
She found it hard to concentrate on what she was thinking. It was hard focusing on three things at the same time anyways—playing chess, thinking about why you are so good at it and rubbing your clit at the same time was very—
She quickly pulled her hand out of her panties. What was she thinking!? Sure, she was home and not at work but she normally didn’t just masturbate like that. As if to stop her hand from moving down again—because that was pretty much what she was doing—she placed it next to her keyboard instead of on her lap and used the other one to continue her game of chess.
A few hours later of playing chess and watching YouTube—both done with both her hands on her table—she decided to go to bed.
Laying in bed, she thought about the form she submitted to her coworker and hoped that all had worked out well. “Hopefully Cassy will find it useful”, Linda yawned. She was quite tired, and additionally to that, masturbating under the sheets wouldn’t really make you more awake, it—
Annoyed, Linda pulled out her hand from under her panties. What was happening to her? She wasn’t normally a person whod randomly start masturbating like that. And for some reason, she knew that she had to resist this. She couldn’t give in—for whatever reason.
So she stood up, and bond her arms to the edges of her bed using some rope and her mouth to help restrain the second hand after one of them was already bound to the bed. It wasn’t the most comfortable way to sleep, but she was sure that, by tomorrow, she had figured out a solution.
She started the next day by wondering why the hell she was bound to her bed. As the memories of the previous evening came back, she shook her head, removed the ropes by wiggling out of the bondage and stood up. She dismissed the earlier day as just something due to tiredeness and decided to go to work.
As she changed her clothes, she stopped for a moment after removing her bra to play with her breasts a bit in the time she had before work and—
“Ah come on! What the hell!?", she shouted as she forced her hands to let go of her own body. Shaking her head again, she looked for a new bra and put it on, as well as a new t shirt. She grabbed her keys and went out of the apartement to get to work.
The car ride was one of the most uncomfortable car rides Linda ever had. Constantly, she had to force herself not to touch herself and at the same time, she had to focus on the road. “Just keep both hands on the steering wheel”, she mumbled over and over again, and so she did just that.
Finally, after what felt like hours, she arrived at work. Keeping both her hands in the pockets of her jacket, she stepped into the elevator, which was luckily empty, allowing her to—
“No! Stop!", she shouted as she felt her hand making its way out of her pockets down to her pants. She knew that this would be a great day of work.
After the day, which was filled with constant reminders to herself not to touch herself, and blushes when she did for a short while, only to stop her own hand from continuing, hoping that nobody saw her, she got home again, threw her keys on the small shelve next to her and herself on her bed, still fully clothed. Luckily, this time, she didnt have to do any work from home as she already worked until pretty late today—normally she was home by 3 PM, now it was 6 and she just came back—but that also meant that there was nothing to distract her from that ongoig urge to pleasure herself. But was that really a bad thing? Linda rolled her eyes and decided to just let the TV on the other side of her bed play out some shows, while she was, again, bonded for the night against her bed.
In the middle of the night, she woke up from a weird tingeling feeling. She blinked a few times and then realized that her right hand escaped the rope and was now making her touching herself in her sleep! Normally, she would’ve used her other arm to move her hand away, but now that one was bound to her bed, and she was way to tired to move the other arm away on its own or to free the other one. The only thing she could do was move her hand up and down, over and over again. She closed her eyes, maybe to try to sleep in again, maybe to escape from this—she didn’t know. Her breathing grew heavier and louder, between every few breaths moans started escaping her mouth while she was touching herself.
Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all? It did feel really good, it—
Linda woke up. Both of her hands were still bound to her bed in the same uncomfortable manner. Was that just a dream? She again pulled on the rope with both of her arms and realized that it would’ve taken too much effort to free herself while asleep—it already was quite hard to do it while awake, but she figured it out.
“Ah fuck!", she exclaimed as one of the roaps got ripped apart in the process. She decided to just go to home depot the next day to get a new one.
This time, she decided to take the bus instead of driving by car—that way, she wouldn’t endanger other people. But even though it was easier to just have to focus on one thing—that being not starting to masturbate in public—it still was hard.
When she arrived at work, she asked for some duct tape and used that to fix one of her hands onto her table, while she could work with the other one. Sure it was slower, but she realized that she still got work done faster when not having to focus on keeping her hand away from her pussy.
Arriving at home, she threw her keys onto the small shelve again, and placed herself onto her desk to play some chess again to keep her mind away from masturbation.
But as she soon realized, that wasn’t a great idea. Thinking about chess and masturbation at the same time, made her always focus on one, leading to either a bad game outcome, or her grabbing her arm every few seconds to keep herself away from masturbating. With an angry growl, she shut down her PC after just 4 games and decided to head to bed.
When she wanted to get her hands attatched to the sides of her bed again, she realized that she totally forgot that one of the ropes was not really usuable as bondage for her hands anymore. “Bett all the stores are closed by now”, she mumbled, but decided to atleast attatch one of her arms to her bed and keep the other one safe... somehow.
While laying in bed, she thought about if this would last forever. “It is really annoying”, she said to herself. “But...” She looked at her free hand, which was constantly fighting against herself. “Can’t hurt to...” Slowly, her hand moved towards her pants. Now that she was willingly doing it, it didn’t seem so bad anymore. Why was she even trying to stop herself in the first place? Just as her hand started touching her clit, she pulled it back aggressively. “I’ve been able to resist two days already, it can’t be that hard to do this for the rest aswell... even though i have no clue how long that will be”, she said and closed her eyes, always focused on her arm, never loosing focus. She needed to focus without the extra rope attatched to her. She was so tired but she needed to... she needed...
Her own quiet moans woak her up. Instantly, she knew what she was doing, but just as in her dream she couldn’t do anything against it. “Stop... it”, she said in a sleepy voice, moans mixing between the words. She was way too tired to stop any of this from happening. She felt a tingle slowly extending from her pussy to the rest of her body. The more pleasure she felt, the less she could resist, the less she could resist, the more pleasure she felt. She knew that there was something wrong about this. She knew that she couldn’t do this, somewhere in her mind was the answer why but the more she rubbed her clit, the more she lost control over her own thoughts. “Need.. too”, she began but then a huge wave of pleasure hit her, causing her to scream, as the pleasure took over her mind.
The next day, Linda woke up with her hand still in her pants, but she was relieved that, for now, it didn’t do anything since the night. Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all? Nothing seemed to have happened, but there was a feeling inside of her that it shouldn’t happen again. She got up, untangeled her bound hand using the other one and decided to get changed, where she had to stop her hands again from fondling her boobs again—it was getting more annoying than anything.
On her way to work—again driving by bus—she scrolled through her phone and searched for something to do. Just to be safe, she grabbed her phone with both hands, which she found to be a good method of stopping the urge to take over.
She felt safe, both of her hands on her phone, so she decided to let her mind wander a bit. She still needed to get that rope from home depot or whatever but that just meant spending more time in public, where it was even worse if something happened. Linda decided to let her mind drift off a bit more, until she let herself focus on what she was doing again and suddenly found herself looking on amazon, her thumb hovering over the “Buy now” button for a vibrator. She gasped quietly and quickly closed the app, hoping nobody had seen what she was searching for, but after taking a quick look around the bus, lucky for her, it didn’t seem like it.
At work that day, she noticed that—even with her hand duct taped to the table—she still had to watch out, this time so that she wouldn’t accidentally search up vibrators over the workplace wifi. This shit could take her job if she wasn’t careful enough!
After work, she drove straight to home depot with the bus, hurrying so that there wouldn’t be anything happening while she wasn’t home. Well, she also didn’t want anything to happen at home obviously, but there it would atleast not be under the eyds of other people.
After some time at the store, where she bought rope and some duct tape, she waited at the line in front of the checkout and played around with her phone a little, all the time watching out not to order any sex toys.
When it was finally her turn in the line, the cashier made her pay for the rope—it surely was way too much but Linda didn’t see any other way to prevent all this from happening again.
Back home, she decided to duct tape one of her hands on her desk to play chess with the other one. At first, that all worked out fine. She noticed that she had the urge to free her hand with the other at times, but she could keep it under control, as that urge didn’t seem nearly as bad as the one to masturbate.
After some time, the game of chess got a bit boring, her oponnent wasn’t really the brightest and so she had to play a bit dumber to make the game last longer, which in turn made her become really bored. After some time, with a sigh, she closed the chess game and decided to open amazon. She had never owned a vibrator before and maybe it would be interesting if—
Linda cursed at herself when realized that what she was looking at was the receipt for a vibrating panties. She shut down her PC to stop her from ordering more things she didn’t need, but it was too late for that one product. Since she payed for Amazon Prime, the product would arrive tomorrow—hopefully she could resell it on ebay or something by then.
The night went by without anything happening. In the morning, Linda stood up and wanted to get ready for work, when she realized that it was a sunday—her day off, which was also the reason why the alarm didn’t wake her up today. As she freed herself of the rope she used to restrain her arms, she thought about what she could do today. There wasn’t really much she could do without the risk of making her get too distracted, and playing a game on her PC would probably just make her order more shit online. In the end, she decided to just go for a walk in the park.
She grabbed her keys, opened the door and saw a small amazon package lying in front of her apartement door. She quickly brought it back in to not let anyone figure out what she ordered, and started opening the package.
Only when she was opening the smaller package inside containing the vibrating panties, she realized what she was doing. “Ah come on!", she shouted. “Fuck this bullshit!” and threw the package across the room. What happened to her? This all didn’t happen before...
Than the weird stranger on Skype came to her mind. What if he had to do something with all of this?
Soon, she was not on a walk in the park but on a sit in front of her desk, searching out the Stranger which sent her the weird link. But looking at her previous chats, she only was able to see one, whose owner had deleted their account. “Fuck!", she shouted. The guy had deleted his account. Great.
She shut down the PC again and decided to now go for the walk which she wanted to take anyways.
The walk happened to be a mistake. It was just more time with other people, making her feel embarrassed at even the slightest sexual thought she had—and in her current state, those came all the time. At least it was something to pass the time, wich she liked.
To keep herself from letting her mind wander off to far, she kept her phone at home and only took her keys with her, which made her walk around for hours—siting was making her hands get too close to her pants.
When she arrived back home, it was already beginning to become dark outside. It was early spring, so at least the temperature was fine, but her legs hurt from all the walking and all she wanted to do now was lay down and try out her new vibrating panties.
As she grabbed the box, she realized what she was doing. But this time, she couldn’t resist anymore. Over the day, the urge to play with herself only grew bigger and bigger, and she knew that last time, it didn’t do any harm so she figured, “As long as i don’t do it outside of my apartement, it shouldn’t be bad”, or so she mumbled over her breath as she opened the box to reveal two pink panties, both with a long, oval spot at the front, which Linda supposed was the vibrating part.
When she finished changing, she installed the app on her phone, turned on the vibrator and connected her phone to the device. “Here goes nothing”, Linda said as she clicked on the “pulse” option.
At first, it was nothing but slight vibrations getting stronger and weaker. Linda closed her eyes and waited.
After a while, a tingling formed from her pussy up her entire body. It was very weak, but it still felt good, and with every strong pulse, the next weak pulse would turn her on slightly more. With every strong pulse, the pleasure rushing through her intensified, making her more vulnerable for the next pulse.
At first, she tried to keep quiet, but after one particulary strong wave of vibrations, a loud moan escaped her mouth and she didn’t even try to cover it up, aswell as the next one, and the next one, and the next one...
The next day, when she woke up, she looked at the clock to see that her alarm hadn’t went off. She didn’t even notice that she forgot to bond her hands to the bed again, and also didn’t notice that none of her hands tried to touch herself during the night.
Due to her already being late, she decided to just change her Jeans and her T-Shirt and not her underwear, before running off to the bus.
“Just in time”, she said, still exhausted from running to the bus stop, as she entered the bus. Placing herself in her usual spot, both of her hands on her phone—this time she uninstalled the amazon app so that she couldn’t order anything—she took a deep breath and first decided to calm down. This time, she bought some headphones with her to pass the time—as long as she kept her focus on where her hands where, it wouldn’t be bad.
She swiped around mindlessly, while focusing on the position of her hands.
Still both on the phone.
Still both on the phone.
Still both on the—
She realized she should’ve also watched out for the position of her fingers as she felt slight vibrations directly next to her clit. A look at her phone showed her that she had activated the “pulse” option from her vibrating panties—she completley forgot that she still had them on!
Quickly, she turned it off and changed it to “constant vibration”, which was way better in her opinio—
With an angry tap she turned the vibration off completley, and a sigh of relieve came out of her mouth—aswell as heavy breathing, which luckily could’ve been mistaken for happening due to exhaustion.
As she reacher her final stop, she stood up, her clit tingeling ever so slightly from the vibrations—but not too much.
After work—which luckily wasn’t different than usual, due to her not having her phone near her while working—she returned home, threw her keys on the small shelve next to the door and took a deep breath. She knew that, first, she had to get rid of these Panties. “I can’t just throw them away or i’d order new ones, i can’t uninstall the app or i’d reinstall it”, she mumbled as she thought what she would do. She then decided just to store them somewhere deep inside of her wardrobe, and so she did.
After another round of duct-taped-chess, she went back and layed in her bed. She began bonding her to the bed already, when she realized how hot it actually was—every day it was getting hotter and hotter outside and this one was no exception, so she decided to—before the bondage—take off everything besides her underware and sleep half naked—or only half heated, as she’d rather call it.
The nice and soft fabric of the bed and the blanket over half her body made her urges only grow stronger, but she had to resist. She didn’t know why but it was important to resist.
The next day, when she went to change to her usual clothes, she didn’t even realize that she automaticall switched to her vibrating panties. Only after exiting the Apartement Complex, she noticed a weird feeling inside her panties. “Just gotta watch out not to use them”, she thought. “Just don’t use them.”
Linda went out to the bus stop—this time she was on time—and while waiting for the bus played around with her phone a bit. This time, she watched out the entire time where her fingers where clicking and what she was doing—or, almost the entire time. When she heard a bus coming, she looked up for a short while to see that it wasn’t her bus, looked down again and thought about that bus for a while and how it never occured to her to look up if she could also take that bus. When she thought to herself, “Nevermind, i’ll just take the ususal route”, she suddenly felt very slight vibrations in her panties. She focused, and saw that she had enabled the very slight constant vibration setting! Cursing, she wanted to disable it, when her phone slipped out of her hands and fell to the ground. “Oh no, come on!", she hissed as she picked it up again—only to see that the screen was now malfunctioning and had become unusable. “Shit!", she said, when she realized that the vibration still continued. At least they weren’t strong enough to really make her get to an orgasm, but it still filled her with a slight pleasure that made her face go bright red. She decided that she couldn’t just take them off, neither now or at work, as she just couldn’t walk around without panties in public—she had to wait until she was home.
The bus ride was spent standing up this time, as she noticed that when sitting down, the vibrator pushed against her pussy even harder, which could actually lead to an orgasm—standing up was the safest way. People in the bus looked at her with a confused expression, but she reassured them that she just ran the way here, which led to her slightly heavier breaving.
A place where she couldn’t stand up the entire time, however, was work. She knew that it would be hard to work this way, but since Cassy failed to show up today, she could just sit in her office the entire day and work from there, ass opposed to the usual going-back-and-forth between offices. When she sat down and started to work, she realized that the urges to masturbate were completley gone. She figured that, as long as the panties were vibrating, it was that way—but that wasn’t really a good solution. But the constant vibrating not only reduced the urges to masturbate—it increased her pleasure more and more.
By the end of the work day, she couldn’t even walk normally anymore and had to watch out not be seen—or heard, as her strong breathing turned into quiet moaning.
When the bus ride back home was finished, she instantly ran home—or tried to, currently it was more of a faster walking—and shut the door behind her as soon as she entered her apartement. Without even going into another room, she removed her shoes, her jeans and her panties and sat down on the ground, panting heavily. Luckily, the day went by without her reaching an orgasm—but it was scary close.
After she had regained some power and when the arousal around her pussy was gone, she grabbed the panties—which were still vibrating—plugged them in to a charging port and instantley went to bed—exhausted.
Only after bonding herself to the bed again, she asked herself why she plugged the panties in a wall mount.
She would get the answer the next day, when the first thing she did after waking up was putting the panties back on. She reassured herself that it was because it would remove her urges to masturbate—but she wasnt sure if that really was the reason why she put them on herself.
Having the panties vibrating from second one on that day really was even worse than before. By the time she exited her apartement, her face already turned a slight shade of red and she noticed that her legs felt a bit sluggish, just as if she woke up a minute ago—even tho an hour had already passed.
Later that day, around an hour before work was over, Linda still sat in her office, constantly turning left and right to somehow move the vibrator away. She didn’t know if it helped, or make things worse.
She staired at the clock, waiting for her to be able to go. As soon as the minute clock hit the full hour mark, she rused out of her office and down the stairs, getting slower every minute as the vibrations sent her further and further to an orgasm.
By the time she entered the bus, she was already moaning—if quietly. Luckily the bus was empty at that time, so she just decided to go as far away from the driver as possible, so that he wouldn’t hear her.
When she stumbled out of her bus and to her apartement, she didn’t know if she could make it without the vibrations taking over everything else. But she kept on walking and as she reached the door to her apartement, she burst inside, closed it behind her and instantly fell on the floor, unable to remove any of her clothing, moaning loudly as the orgasm hit her.
When Linda came to her senses again, she slowly removed all of her clothes, and decided to take a shower. It just felt like the right think to do now.
After coming out of the shower, Linda felt as tired as never. With a smile, that she couldn’t quite figure out where it came from, she dropped herself in her bed, still completley naked, as it was still getting warmer every day.
Then she realized where the smile came from. The urges to masturbate were finally gone.
When she woke up the next morning, the urges were back—and it was hard not to focus on her body as she was, obviously, still naked.
But not only that—the urges now not only made her wanna rub her clit, they also made her want to fondle her boobs, stimulate her nipples.
She never even thought these words before, but now they were almost normal to her. But still, she decided to resist and not to do anything. Atleast until she was home—but she decided to hide that thought in the back of her mind, but not get rid of it.
As she exited her apartement, she almost closed the door before she rushed in again, grabbing the panties and quickly switched the normal ones to the vibrating ones, before going off to work.
This time, on the bus ride, she decided not to see the vibrations as a hinderance but as the thing it was—a device designed to pleasure herself. Sure, she still didn’t want to reach an orgasm in public, or be noticed by anyone, but she noticed that, when thinking about it that way, that she could actually enjoy what was happening—after all, why shouldn’t she?
When she entered work, she instantly sat down on her chair—she wanted the pleasure and had enough of denying it. Her mind still screamed that it would be bad if she gave in to the pleasure, but she decided that it would be okay—as long as no one noticed it.
After some time of work, she noticed that the stronger her pleasure was, the stronger the urge was to play around with her boobs. After some time, she decided that, since she was the leader of the project and since she could since order people not to come into her office, she stood up, reached for the blinds and closed them and then locked the door.
As she slowly slid her hands under her T-Shirt, she realized what she was actually doing. It was as if something clicked inside of her. “What the hell!?", she exclaimed, slightly panicked.
She slid her hands out of her shirt again and opened her blinds and the door, rushed to the toilet, quickly took off her Pants and the vibrating panties and instantly let out a sigh of reliev. She took the panties and put them somewhere in her purse, hoping no one would hear the vibrations and put on her pants again.
Back in her office she sat down on her chair again, finaly feeling free from the vibrations. But as the vibrations stopped, Lindas urges slowly came back. Work was boring. So why don’t have some fun? She shook her head. “Because i literally JUST stopped myself from having fun”, she mumbled and reverted back to good old duct-tape.
On the way home, she stopped by at a phone repair store, gave the workers her old phone and bought a new one—that she would sell once her old one was repaired.
While she set up her new phone in the bus, she completley forgot about her savety mechanisms, and casually used one hand for the set up.
It was better that way anyways, work was done and the bus empty, so why not enjoy yourself a littl—
As she realized it, it was too late. Her hand was already up her shirt, playing around with her nipples. Luckily she was at the back of the bus, leaving the bus driver oblivious to her situation but she knew it was wrong. She knew it was wrong to just play with your boobs in public, your pussy felt much better anywa—
Cursing, she forced her other hand not to move down to her pants and neither up to her boobs, and instead focused on having both hands on the phone again.
She took one deep breath and shook her head. This was all going downhill...
Back at home, she instantly searched for the other pair of panties—and found it. “Thank god”, she mumbled as she connected them to her new phone. Now she could control when they would vibrate—wether that was a good thing or not, Linda wasn’t sure, but she decided to try them out nontheless, to see if they would still get rid of her urges.
A bit later, Linda and the “pulse” mode confirmed that they were, indeed, making her stop masturbating, because who needs fingers when you have a vibrator?
At first, she wanted to just test this out, but then she decided to keep going. Then her smile widened even more. If this stopped her urges to masturbate, there had to be a way to stop her from wanting to stimulate her boobs. As the thought turned to them, she slapped one hand on her forhead. Why didn’t she already start doing exactly that?
She slid both her hands up her shirt and started playing with her boobs aswell. She felt wounderful. She never wanted this to stop.
Linda blinked a few times. Why was she lying on the floor? And why was it day outside and not evening? Slowly, the memories came back. Slowly, the grin came back. She remembered the good feelings, the urges finally being fulfilled. Thinking back, she also remembered that she hadn’t even set an alarm because she had taken the day off. And... she had ordered something.
With a smile, she opened the door and an amazon package was lying on the other side of it. She ripped it apart, and inside was a breast massaging device—just small enough to work as a bra replacement in public. That was great. She could finally be free of all those urges once and for all—or atleast, thats what she told herself what the reason was.
The walk in the park this time was done with a grin on her face the entire time. The reason being that she could finally let her mind wander off however she liked, no more urges to resist—and the fact that under her clothes were a pair of vibrating panties and a breast massaging device.
For a short time, something clicked again. For a short time, she knew that what she was doing was wrong. She knew she had to get rid of the urges—not find a way like this to remove them. But then she shook her head and blinked a few times. Why would she wanna do that? Why would she give this up? She could control it with the app the entire time so an orgasm wouldn’t happen in public—if she didn’t want to.
Back home, she tore all clothes off her—except the two pleasure devices, obviously. She threw herself on the bed, grabbed her phone and called her boss to tell him she was sill sick and couldn’t come tomorrow, and probably not in the next few days.
She then opened the two apps on her phone, set the mode to “pulse” and the intensity of the massaging device to “high” and closed her eyes. She knew this would keep her urges from coming over her.
When she woke up, her pussy soaking wet and her tits over stimulated, she turned the modes down to the usual setting again—just enough to give her pleasure.
She stayed at home today, playing chess on her PC, while the devices on her body made every win feel even better.
When she went to bed, she set the settings up to the highest ones again. And she smiled. Because she knew that she would spend the rest of her time in eternal bliss. This was her life now. And she loved it.