On the one hand, Marielle really should stop sending drone performances to her roommate. On the other hand, they were very cute like this.

 

It was the pin drop–quiet "fuck" that gave it away, like always. Over the past year, her ears had sharpened to hear the breathy word whispered through the half-open doorway into Aural's room. Now, her normally bright and energetic roommate was slumped back in their chair, eyes half-lidded and out of focus as their headphones continued to pump a low, monotonous and (to Aural) hypnotic tone into their ears. On screen, a synthetic sunset slowly panned through spectra of purples and oranges, pinks and yellows, just barely shifting colors quickly enough to demand sweet, adorable Aural's attention… at least, until they'd run out of attention to give.

 

"Poor thing," Marielle cooed, slipping into the room to take position at Aural's side. "Dropped yourself into trance again, have you?" She delicately shifted one headphone cup out of place, giving her murmurs a clear channel into her frequent victim's ear. "It's okay, dear, you know the rules. So long as you feel safe, just listen to the sound of my voice, as we go down, down, deeper, deeper, down…"

 

 

Aural awoke slowly, the drone performance still filling their ears. They took a moment to blink hard a few times and stretch their limbs – before they froze under Mari's bemused stare. "Uh, hi Mari."

 

"Hi, Aural," she lilted in reply. She never had that tone of voice, unless…

 

"Dammit, what'd I do this time?"

 

"I dunno, what did you do this time?"

 

Aural's mind raced. The instant camera was out on their bed, an array of little white squares already behind their roommate. Oh no, what had they done? The mischievous grin on Mari's face meant it must have been something "delicious," as she'd put it, but there was a hole in their memory where the act should have been. They felt heat rising to their cheeks as they probed at the edge of the void – it must have been embarrassing, something they would never normally do. A cold dampness between their legs gave them further clues, causing their blush to deepen even further.

 

"Did I…?" They couldn't bring themself to finish the question. In their defense, they weren't entirely sure how the question would end. Something about the ring gag they kept stuffed in the underwear drawer, and the cuffs hiding behind their to-read pile in the cabinet. Surely she wouldn't make them…?

 

"Did you? Why don't you tell me what you think you did, darling?" She sat back on the bed, smug grin deepening as Aural's blush drove them to hide their face behind their hands.

"… I can't," they finally managed to squeak out.

 

"Oh dear, then how will I be able to tell you if you've done it or not? Unless…" She let the word hang in the air, every second weighing heavy in Aural's stomach as they awaited the inevitable conclusion. "… Would you be able to show me what you did?"

 

Aural's flustered groan was the only response they could manage at first, legs instinctively pulling up into their chair in a prehistoric impulse for self-defense. "Please don't make me do it again, Mistress Mari," they pleaded. "You already know what it is, don't make me give up my dignity a second time."

 

"Mistress Mari?" came her response. "Oh, it sounds like you might know exactly what you did, hm? Well, my memory's not the one failing her, so can you really say you've got the dignity to give up? After all, if you already did it, and I've already seen it, what's the harm in showing me again?" She paused, letting Aural stew in silence. After a moment, she rose and tenderly cupped her hand under their chin, turning it to face her. "Come on, sweet pea. If you're right, it's nothing I haven't seen before, and I can't confirm you know what happened unless you show me. What's the harm?"

 

A moment longer, and Aural finally broke eye contact. "Yes, Mistress," they muttered, before setting their feet down and rising to collect their implements. The ring gag was dry as they pulled it out, but that might just mean they'd wiped it down before tucking it back among the socks and panties. The cuffs had definitely been disturbed, though, along with all of their linkers. They must be on the right track, but the thought did little to stem the tide of embarrassment at the confirmation of how far they'd gone. After piling the various equipment on their chair, they gave one last, desperate look to their temporary controller. "Do I really have to?"

 

Mari only raised her eyebrows in response, haughty (and undeniably hot) smirk never leaving her face.

 

With a huff, they set to stripping themself of clothes. They hesitated only a moment before their small dick bounced free, already glistening with involuntary excitement as their panties joined the pile of discarded fabric. Next was the ring gag, forcing their mouth open and already causing drool to pool and dribble down their chin. One cuff was buckled to each ankle, with a linker to force their legs to move in near-tandem. Finally, they strapped cuffs to their wrists, using their last linkers to hold their hands behind their back and close to their ankles. Spittle dripped onto their thigh as they looked to Mistress Mari, hoping for confirmation that they'd finished.

 

Mari's smirk hadn't moved. "And is that all you did?"

 

After a pause, Aural could only hang their head – causing more saliva to cascade out of their mouth. They knew what was left to be done, and even beneath the weight of shame, arousal thrummed and set their cock to twitching. A silver strand of precum connected the glans of their prick to their thigh as they scooted their way closer to their waiting Mistress, her legs already parting to receive them. With no words available to them, they could only look up as they nuzzled their way under her skirt, smearing drool against the firm bulge underneath.

 

At last Mari chuckled, weaving her fingers into her hypnoslut's hair. "So determined, aren't you?" She tightened her grip and pulled Aural's head back, tilting it to catch a thin line of spit in their open mouth. A desperate moan escaped the poor sub's throat as their Mistress pulled her cock free of her panties, moments before she eased it through the ring. "So needy, after you just did so much." With a shift of her grip and a more stable stance, she began thrusting her hips, slowly fucking the face of her roommate and current hole.

 

Time stopped having meaning for Aural. For all that they were ashamed to admit it, having anything in their mouth quickly turned their brain to mush, most of all their Mistress's warm cock. Arousal and embarrassment swept through them as they were tugged this way and that, overwhelming their mind until every spare thought had to simply be put towards remembering to breathe when their airway was clear. Their chin was coated in spit, snot, and precum. Their voice had been reduced to moans and whimpers of pleasure. Their thighs were slick from their own dick bouncing and dragging about under their Mistress's onslaught. In a brief moment of clarity, they thought, Damn, I did this already?

 

"Say cheese," came their Mistress's voice from overhead, before the snap of a shutter and flash of a camera blanked their mind.

 

 

"Well done, dear! This one is absolutely delicious. Now come on, clean yourself up and get dressed, I'll help you with the gear and the drone. We've got two photos left in this cartridge, and I want to see what your precious, creative mind can come up with."