Click.

Sandy felt a rush of pleasure.

“I’m pleasure.” The words escaped her mouth without her thinking.

Click.

“I was made for pleasure.” She said so fast she could barely keep herself from drooling and spitting, a wave of pleasure hit her.

Click.

“I was made to please.” She felt another rush of pleasure, there was nothing she could do, the words, the rush, the pleasure.

Everything was automatic.

Click.

“I’m pleasure.” She repeated, the words overlapping each other. She saw her reflection on the mirror.

Click.

“I was made for pleasure.” The words echoed but she didn’t know if she spoke them or if they were in her mind.

She stared at the girl, pathetic, drooling, mindlessly shoving a dildo-

Click.

“I was made to please.” She felt another wave hit her, hard, her whole body shivering, her toes curling. Fuck, the girl in the mirror looked so hot, pleasing herself.

Just like her.

Click.

“I’m pleasure.” She stared at the girl, she was a mess. Drooling, dripping, desperate.

And that was why she looked so hot.

Naked except for the collar around her neck, legs spread and teasing her rock hard nipples.

Click.

“I was made for pleasure.” The voice was dull, echoing, but with edges of frustration and desire. The girl on the mirror was whispering those words.

She listened.

Click.

“I was made to please.” She repeated the words, almost mumbling. But there was something behind them, joy? Satisfaction? Lust and pleasure…

She mindlessly repeated her mantra over and over again.

Click.

“I am pleasure.” The voice echoed through the room.