No resistance at all

I stared at door that Yung left through, thoughts whirling at incredible speeds.

Was I really being controlled? Did this experiment really work and I'm merely acting on someone else's commands right now?

It's still possible that the experiment is actually something else, and he merely said all that to confuse me as part of the experiment. I really have no way of knowing, do I?

I shivered and glanced down at my boobs again. Yup, they're hard again. I've always known I had a bit of a fetish for being on the receiving end of some mind control, but would this count as being mind controlled or maybe I'm just possessed by the other person who may or may not be controlling me? Maybe even right now, these thoughts could be coming from the other person, reminding me of my fetishes and softening my will to resist. I mean, it would be really hot if that is what's happening right now, my "possessor" using my own mind against me. It would indicate that the person would have a lot more access to my mind than just merely sending instructions.

If the experiment is what Yung said it was, of course.

I leaned forward and rested my head on my hand in a thinking position. Let's pretend that the experiment is real for a moment. If it was, and what Yung said was true, then everything I did in the past ten to twenty minutes was part of the experiment. So... let's go through what I did.

I remember becoming aroused at thinking what the experiment could be and then checking to see if there was a camera. It could be that whoever was controlling me wanted to signal to the camera that he was in control. And it was very likely to be a guy since I said that comment later.

Then I went over to the board and scribbled stuff while being bored. Let's assume that I was told to write those numbers and words by whoever was controlling my mind. That would make sense for an experiment since I would had to have written something unique to show that I was receiving properly.

I also drew that cat-like thing, though I was still distracted or else I'd probably put more effort into drawing it.

But that's not really conclusive. I don't feel that I'm any different, nor am I doing anything I wouldn't normally do... but maybe that's the point?

When Yung left, he said I can do anything I feel natural as the second part of the test. Would that mean that I'd be "told" to do something more **** that I wouldn't feel natural? Should I walk around and scribble more on the whiteboard? I don't feel like writing anything... wouldn't they want to see if I would continue to "receive" whatever is being sent to my brain? I don't feel any different, nor do I feel someone controlling my thoughts and actions.

"I'm in control." I said to myself loudly while sitting straight up, trying to reassure myself.

But then I glanced back towards the whiteboard and couldn't help but chuckle in irony.

Right. I'm in full control of myself. But what if the me that's in control is actually the man behind the wall?

I bit my lower lips as a spike of arousal shot through me. Just imagining that some man was actually thinking my thoughts for me was really hot. So hot that I had to wiggle my chair a bit until I faced away from the camera and my left arm wrapped around my chest while my right arm held my stomach, just above where my skirt started. It's like something I've always imagined as just another impossible dream, only that it was actually happening now.

The idea that someone is sending thoughts into my mind is crazy. I don't think technology has advanced to the point of sending instructions to another person's brain and having said brain decode those instructions. I could easily believe if the nanomachines jerked a limb around or froze a part of my body, but that it could send thoughts that I couldn't tell aren't mine to me, and for me to naturally believe that they're my own thoughts...

My fingers wiggled slightly as I imagined myself, not as me, but as an extension of someone else's will being sent to my brain. I closed my eyes and pretended that I could see through the walls where a man was currently seated, just projecting his thought and will into me. And as he continued to do so, more and more of my 'self' would just accept that I'm him, and that I am an extension of his will. That because there is no distinction between his thoughts and mine, there would be no distinction between us, with his will as my will because I am merely a receiver. That I would act to the best of my ability using my mind and body to fulfill his will, no matter what it is because it would be completely natural for me to act on my will - the will that is being sent to me.

A burning heat raged through my body as my imagination ran wild on how natural it would be to act according to "my" will, the will that is now completely being completely synchronized via the nanomachines. I wouldn't even know that there's anything different, as it would be the only will in this body.

My right hand slid lower and I could feel my fingers slipping in. My left slid under my clothes and played with my nipple. My thoughts were a mess as I continued the experiment, but the pleasure was starting to peak. I knew what I was doing, but the reason no longer mattered to me. Where I was no longer mattered. Even who I am wasn't important anymore, just as long as I can...

"I am in full control of myself!" I yelled triumphantly as I shuddered in pleasure, imaging that he was saying this through my body. "AHHHHHHHhhhhhh..."

I've never felt so good in my life.