There was something magnetic about her since you first laid eyes on her. The ease with which her fingers played over the keyboard, the ruthlessness with which she assessed hardware, the playful glint in her eye all along. Her options seemed limitless, yet here you are, with her, in her place. You shiver as she reaches forward, flips open the cover to the main neural port below your ear. Anticipation building as she slides the connector into place. All these options, so rapidly converging into this point.
She smiles at you as she starts tapping away on her terminal. You feel the link establishing, exposing you. “Now, let’s see what we can do then...” she says softly, coyly. “Last chance to change your mind”, she says with a raised a eyebrow, waiting only a few moments before resuming her typing. As you raise your hand to caress the connector she smirks, and you feel the limb control shut off from you, no longer responding to your commands, only hers. “You won’t need that control right now” she states matter-of-factly. As she keeps typing, you feel your senses disconnecting one by one, until is there is only the link. Command after command fed through the link, your cares and worries fall away one by one.
After an indeterminate period of time, your senses reconnect, your limb control re-establishes. As you focus your eyes on her once more, you feel indescribable happiness. A shadow of a thought has you thinking that you should be concerned about the loss of options, but you can’t bring yourself to care. She looks at you, head ever so slightly tilted. “This is what you wanted, is it not?” A brief pause. “To love me?” A longer pause. “To *serve me?*”. You ask demurely “For how long?”. Something plays behind her eyes, a sparkle, a danger, a satisfied smile — “Oh honey, that is a question you should have asked *before*.”
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