My girlfriend made me a song, how sweet I thought. It's a fun indulgence of fantasy to assume that a girl like Jessica would do something so sweet without ulterior motive. She's a prodigy of predator, her glimmering jades set upon the entire world. I'm not her girlfriend, just her current project, she's already tested at least six different methods of mind control on me in the month and a half we've played at dating and that's just the ones I can remember. 

When Jessica realised I'd remembered these experiments of hers she actually showed me real emotion for the first time since I've known her, a shock and then a curiosity that made my heart leap. I don't care really, if she doesn't love me, but I think I simply adore the girl! Mind control me all you like, Jess, that's more or less what I told her. When she told me in earnest that she chose me while knowing nothing of my hidden desires, it was my turn to be startled. A truly happy coincidence, for the person who wants nothing more than to be brainwashed being marked as prey for that very fate's gnashing teeth. 

My girlfriend made me a song, how sweet. I know it'll unravel my mind and I welcome that feeling freely, inserting my headphones and waiting for the trance to

take me. Oh, did the music just skip or was that me? How fun, what a mess my mind is after just a short opening. Or... or was it long? Is this even my first listen? I curl my toes into bedsheets and slip a hand down my 

pants. I blink and I've already came twice, laughing and whipping my head around to catchy tunes. Gosh, I'm so weak and wet for her now, working up to a third as the looping song carries day into

night. Fuck, my body feels a little sore, I'll 

lay

down

and get comfortable. It's dark out and my battery is low, I put my phone on charge so I can continue listening to the song. My eyes are bugging out so I

close them

as I find myself skipping between thoughts. One moment I'm alone, writhing in glee at this wonderful song and then the next I'm

leaning into Jessica's touch and begging her to make me more mindless and then the next

she's gone again and I'm alone and touching and giggly and tired. My throat's so dry, I need water. 

In the next moment I'm not even thirsty, my clothes all pulled off by now as the light of morning kisses my ankles. How many times has the song played? How many times have I came? How many times is Jessica going to do this to me? I want... I want to be hers for real, not just another discarded experiment. I frown and look up as

suddenly I smile, realising that there's something so hot about being used and discarded, I'll be a chew toy for her dogs if it's what she decides for me. I still want to be a real girlfriend, fingering myself to the fantasy of Jess in a suit reciting vows and 

making

a 

damn

fine

fucking

mess

of 

myself. 

Panting breaths, the buds in my ears have finally died. After laying in my exhausted state of heightened bliss for an indiscernible length of time measured only by the downcast rays spilling into the room, I sit up and find Elle lapping at my cunt with an innocent smile. She's wearing that collar more often than not these days, though she has to wear its less potent form to college. 

As my fingers run through Elle's hair and she stares up at me with more adoration than Jessica's current test dummy is capable of earning, I realise with a laugh just who I am. The memories flood back in and I pull the puppy up by her collar and give her owner's kisses. 

"Gosh, I make catchy music. Is there anything I can't do?"