i did agree on playing with her today. i just didn't think it could come at any
moment, and that part made her head rush with planning for the perfect moment.
the moment she would strike. the moment i would relinquish control back to her
fingers, begging for it.
as the day passed she was mostly locked in her room. i didn't know what she was
doing but i wasn't worried, in fact, i was calm and relaxed. she ate before
locking so i wandered around the house, checking its internal systems, making
sure whatever she was planning wouldn't bring the grid or large parts of the
regional network down. it would make for a funny headline in the news though,
imagine: "Sysadmin Breaks 50 Enterprise-grade Routers While 'Tinkering' With
her Partner". i wonder if they would go into any detail of what happened.
i went to my room to check on servers i sysadmin, they are all fine, and i'm
fine too, listening to some good beats.. until i reach one that i share with
her. i `tmux attach` to my long-lived session and the shell has a single
comment, from her:
"~$ # are you ready?"
i dont know if she just wrote that comment when noticing i was ssh-ing to the
server, or if something else was watching the tmux session. probably the latter.
i typed "yes", pressed enter. i knew what was going to happen, i wanted to have
fun too, you know! i expected her daemon to crash at the amount of input coming
in, but she knew it. she stopped the command soon after and:
"~$ # good. good. let's see if you can do it again."
she already entered my own shell and i didn't notice. she reset my body to a
default position, standing up, resting arms. she entered our room but i didn't
notice either, my microphones were turned off. i only noticed when she entered
it when she touched my shoulder. that's when everything before became clear to
me. my fans started spinning faster from the tension, even starting to lift my
hair. she-- Mistress slowed them down.
slowing my fans down brings some upsides and downsides... the upside is that
Mistress-- Mistress? Mistress.. i like letting mistress do what she wants.
the downside is my processor starts to heat up, and all the instruction pipeline
starts to glitch out inside. Mistress knows about that though, maybe she wants
it to glitch. maybe she wants me to glìììììtcħ- tch.
other systems started to slow down, especially my visuals. they use too much
computing power. Mistress moved me to her bed... i `mî[d? things are defnitely
blurry, but i can see h€r- see Mis=r=ss! M1sstrr with me me me.! [warn] power]
she knows she kNows shes kĩsst*m god god sparks she is toUcµing touch feels god.
her ki««sses god go?d my Mitr»»ss go?dness god. Mistress is a god. she cæn d0 do
do do annnnnnny thiMg to for me. [warn thats what?? warnmm?? warm. Mistress
wAaAr. Mistress is: Mistress is u8:n toúchile me. cônrqómki@g #f
. owli'e ^e̚.
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myMistressand ì t*ûŝt her so s̀n s̀ò rò >úbh sheis̃ rô soft 9nc she î@ :zúltìlaré
śzs̚adnìo ŝ<è aõnsro̚lr what i rhî@k and vfât i gêê+,s̚hẽis =zgod. qgé is.ó^r
i was on the bed with her when i rebooted. it takes a while to boot everything i
have, so she took the time to snuggle me under the sheets.
Mistress noticed the fans starting to spin faster now that i had my vision back,
she pulled me to her chest and carressed my hair. i didn't need to know what she
had done to me while playing. i didn't need to know how long did it take. she
was happy, i was happy. Mir")éśs̀.