Perfect Fuckdoll
Jenny straps you in and puts wired patches flat against your temples. A standing mirror shows off your body, but you definitely can't help watching them both instead as they take their positions, waiting for the connection to establish. You try to catch Emma's eye, but for some reason all the flirtation has been replaced with businesslike apathy towards you while the machines spin up.
You suddenly feel yourself whiting out...
and then your vision restores, showing you the exact same scene. You call out, but they don't seem to hear you. Looking at your hands, your arms in the restraints, everything still feels real, though you feel... calm, slowly drifting, relaxed.
Your arms slump to your side and suddenly you find them locking in place. Your minds connection to your body simply turns off, and you stand frozen in your restraints. Waves of peaceful relaxation, this wet, warm feeling like stepping into a hot bath, passes through you over and over again, making it hard to fight against the feeling of suddenly being trapped in your own body.