Every few seconds Mircalla tried to change something in the dream just to know she still had control over something, anything. The lack of ability was like a challenge to keep breaking but Laura had successfully taken all of that away. But Mircalla didn’t need to change her appearance or character. She was scared and helpless yet burned for that dominance Laura was owning.

She felt the back of the wall behind her realising after the door was open that this was as far back as she could go. Her eyes scanned left and right, thinking of the best possible moment to escape but the corridors looked so similar it was almost confusing.

Mircalla vowed she wouldn’t yield. She would keep running until Laura found a way to stop her.

Although the circuitry was implanted on two parts of her body, her neck and her chest, Mircalla’s knees buckled and she dropped to ground when Laura said ‘good girl’. The pleasure radiated through her and Mircalla had never been so conflicted between wanting more but refusing to give in. She was suddenly aware how wet Laura was making her. Barely touched and she was already pent up coiled spring. She was standing on the edge of frustration.

That changed for a brief minute when Laura made the circuits itch to the point her fingertips tried to dig out the implants. The more she pulled the more itching increased until the annoyance drove her crazy and she had to stop.

“Stop…” She whispered, unable to believe Laura had found a crack in her armour. If only Carm or Ell could see her now. “Make it…stop.” Mircalla muttered this time, a little louder. The bite was taken out of her voice and she refused to look and meet Laura’s eyes.

Her pride fell away and Mircalla bowed down to Laura’s feet. “I’ll be good.” She whispered as if not wanting anyone else to hear her defeat, even though there was only the two of them.