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Watch this.
Vani stared at the message Luka had sent them. It was accompanied by a short video; the preview was black, so they didn't know what it would contain at a glance.
Huh. Weird. But, Vani thought, glancing around at the bed they were laying on, they had nothing better to do. They had been doomscrolling all day, so any distraction was a welcome one, especially if it was from Luka. It was probably a cute animal video or a funny clip from some streamer they liked.
The video filled their screen when they pressed play. The screen stayed black for about a second before it faded into a looping clip of bright pink spirals.
Vani tilted their head. Was this some kind of stim video? The swirling colors were certainly satisfying to look at. They couldn't stop staring at them, loving the way they spun in an endless, calming loop.
"You feel very hot," said a voice that sounded a lot like Luka. "You should take off your shirt."
The voice was right. Vani hadn't noticed until now, but their shirt clung unbearable to their already-warm skin, practically suffocating them. The command made sense. They quickly removed their shirt and discarded it somewhere on the floor, eyes still fixed on the screen.
"Good girl," Luka's voice said. "Doesn't that feel so much better?"
She was right. The cool air against their bare chest felt so refreshing. They nodded, eyes glazed over with relaxation.
"Why don't you take off your pants, too?" Luka's voice asked. "And your underwear, while you're at it. It'll feel even better then."
She was right. Of course she was right. Vani didn't know why they hadn't thought of that before. Panting, they reached down and pulled off their shorts and panties, relishing the sweet, fresh air on their lower body.
"Good girl. You're so wet for me already, aren't you?"
She was right. Vani sat with their legs spread, pressure burning between their thighs as they ached with need. They nodded again, trembling.
"You should touch yourself," Luka's voice said. "Slide your fingers down there and ease all of that tension."
She was right. Everything she was saying made perfect sense. Vani obeyed without question, slipping two fingers into their soaking wet cunt with a small squelching noise.
"Good girl. Focus on how good it feels, okay, kitty?"
"Uh-huh," Vani huffed. Their eyes fluttered, almost shutting entirely, before returning to their half-lidded state. They moaned loudly, bucking their hips in time with each thrust of their fingers, all the while staring mindlessly at the swirling colors, awaiting the voice's next command.
"Now, listen," Luka's voice said. "This is very important. You're going to keep touching yourself, but right when you're about to cum, you're going to stop and clench your legs together until that feeling dies down. Then, and only then, can you touch yourself again."
Of course. That made perfect sense. Vani groaned, curling the fingers inside themself, a high-pitched mewl escaping their lips.
"You're going to keep doing that, over and over. Touching yourself and stopping and touching yourself and stopping and touching yourself and stopping."
She was right. Yes, she was right. Vani would do as she said. The pressure built up between their loins, and they quickly pulled their fingers out, closing their legs tightly.
"Good girl," Luka's voice said. "You're such a good girl, not cumming. You love being unable to cum. It turns you on. It makes you want to touch yourself."
She was right. Vani's clit throbbed with need as their mouth opened in sheer bliss. Not cumming made them so, so wet. It felt amazing. It felt perfect. It felt right.
"You should touch yourself again."
She was right. Vani slid their fingers back inside their cunt and began stroking their inner walls, tongue hanging out of their mouth.
"You're going to keep doing that, over and over. Touching yourself and stopping and touching yourself and stopping and touching yourself and stopping."
She was right. Vani's head lolled back, drool dripping from their mouth and onto their perky, tiny tits.
"You love being unable to cum. It turns you on. It makes you want to touch yourself."
She was right. Vani bucked its hips again, the rest of the world completely disappearing except for its own touch, the video, and, of course, Luka's voice.
"You're going to keep doing that, over and over. Touching yourself and stopping and touching yourself and stopping and touching yourself and stopping."
She was right. The toy opened its mouth to repeat the mantra, babbling mindlessly like it didn't know how to talk.
"You love being unable to cum. It turns you on. It makes you want to touch yourself."
She was right. The toy removed its fingers from between its legs, panting hard in a stupid, fucked-out haze.
"You're going to keep doing that, over and over. Touching yourself and stopping and touching yourself and stopping and touching yourself and stopping."
She was right. The toy stared blankly at nothing, waiting patiently for its arousal to die down.
"You love being unable to cum. It turns you on. It makes you want to touch yourself."
She was right. She was so, so right. The toy opened its legs again and plunged its fingers back inside, whining and mewling greedily at the fantastic pleasure coursing through its body.
"You're going to keep doing that, over and over. Touching yourself and stopping and touching yourself and stopping and touching yourself and stopping."
She was right. She was right. She was right.
"You love being unable to cum. It turns you on. It makes you want to touch yourself."
She was right.
"You're going to keep doing that, over and over."
She was right.
"Touching yourself and stopping."
She was right.
"Touching yourself and stopping."
She was right.
"Touching yourself and stopping."
She was right.
When Luka returned from work, she opened her bedroom door to a most arousing sight. Vani was sprawled out on the bed, fingering themself aimlessly, murmuring nonsense as they stared blankly at the ceiling.
The video had long since ended, but that hadn't stopped them. The bedsheets were soaking wet, and their entire hand seemed to be glistening with fluid.
Luka smiled, stepping up next to the bed and crouching down to get a better look at their face. They looked like every last thought in their head had completely disappeared, leaving only pure, mindless bliss.
"Aww," she cooed, "look at you. Such a good girl for me."
Vani's eyes, clouded with lust, lit up ever so slightly as Luka spoke.
"You love being stupid," she continued. "You love being a dumb, brainless toy. You want to stay this way forever."
Despite the haze enveloping their mind, Vani was able to nod, gazing at Luka like she was the spiraling pink video she had sent them."
"Do you want to cum? I'll bet you do after being pent up for so long."
Vani made a low, desperate noise. There was a puddle of drool on their chest, but they clearly hadn't noticed, nor did they seem to care.
"Okay, kitten," Luka said. "You can cum. You've been a very good girl for your Mistress."
Vani's voice cracked with pleasure as they let out a long, drawn-out cry. Their orgasm flooded forth like water out of a dam, unrelenting, powerful, and intense. Luka stroked their cheek, coaxing them through it. She whispered praise into their ear as they came over and over for what felt like hours, but was in reality only a few minutes.
When they finally stopped, they looked like they had just run a marathon. Sweat covered their body, their chest rising and falling quickly. Their sticky hand hung limp at their side. Luka pressed a kiss to their forehead.
"Good girl," she repeated. "Good girl."
She let them lie there in post-orgasmic bliss. They met her gaze, eyes shining with reverence and gratitude. They looked so beautiful like this, thanking their Mistress without words. Luka's heart ached with adoration.
"I love you," she whispered. "I love you so, so much."
Vani murmured something. They still weren't coherent, but Luka knew what they were trying to say.
They allowed their eyes to close. Luka stood up, admiring their sleeping form. Soon, she would wake them, coaxing them gently into consciousness with soft words and the snap of her fingers. But for now, she slid into bed beside them, holding them close.
She'd let them enjoy this peace a little while longer. She would enjoy it with them.