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Tiffany was stressed. It had been 3 weeks since she took her final exam for a degree in business finance, and she was expecting to ace it. Now all she had to do was wait around for results day. She couldn't move on with her career without the results and while she shouldn't be worried the boredom was eating at her until she stressed and stressed, her brain overthinking every possible scenario for her final grade. She needed to take her mind off of it somehow. So she did what any other girl would do. She doom scrolled social media.

For the most part this just involved spending far too long scrolling through reels on Insta, serving her beauty and skincare regimes (most of which she had little interest in), amongst the latest weird trend that strange people on the internet were classing as fun. She rolled her eyes and scrolled on endlessly.

It was on one of these days when she got a new message in her DMs and decided to open it.

"Hey we want to give you a FREE skincare mask!" the message opened with, in the same naggy way every spam message does. She tapped close and thought nothing of it until 30 minutes later when the same account messaged her again.

"Remove the stress and anxiety of waiting for university results with a FREE calming LED face mask. No purchase required, guaranteed results in 7 days. Go on, reward yourself."

Tiffany tapped the profile icon, amazed at how insane the targeting data had got and checked out their page. The feed for 'BLISSMASKS' featured pictures of a white full face mask, almost like a porcelain doll face, with LED's attached on the inside that glowed out from underneath. A metal band wrapped around in a hoop by each temple, and pictures of girls wearing the mask showed this is how the device was attached while in use. The models in the videos all had happy almost dopey smiles as they took the device off. Phrases such as "LED Light Therapy" "Ultra Calming Synapse Alignment" and "Brainwave Detox" were regularly used in the marketing copy.

Tiffany scoffed and decided to check the handful of comments, which all seemed glowing; "Can't believe they sent me this for FREE. If I wasn't under NDA I'd tell all my friends", "If they offer you one the smartest thing you can do is take one!" "Changed my life. Can't imagine not using one"

Tiffany was smart enough to not trust everything she read, these could quite easily be shill accounts. A quick search of the web brought very little up on the BLISSMASKS brand, although the tech seemed similar to other LED light therapy skincare masks on the market. She took a breath, opened up the DM again and punched out her reply: "Is this for real? Totally free?"

The reply was almost instant; "You won't pay a penny for your BLISSMASKS Pro Therapy Mask. All we ask is you sign an NDA not to discuss it with anyone while you use it, and that we can collect the results of the trial in 7 days. After which you can keep your device and use it to your hearts content."

Tiffany was doubtful of how good it would really be, but the 'scam' never asked her for a credit card, so she gave them her address and skeptically waited. She didn't have to wait long.

The next day a parcel arrived. It was quite bulky, and after signing for it Tiffany took it to her room to tear it open. Inside she found instructions, including an app download that had to weirdly be side loaded on to her device (why do some companies not understand we have a perfectly good app store?) that had her sign a digital NDA form and allowed the set up of the device. The mask itself required no assembly, and she carefully lifted it out to examine the white reinforced plastic material that made up the face. The outer side was almost creepily plain, a white blank expression. Tiffany wasn't too worried, it wasn't like anyone would actually see her wearing it. The inside had rows of dots, with a concentrated matrix around the inside eye areas of the mask. She presumed they were the LEDs that provided the real therapy part. The brushed metallic band had soft padded areas around the back which allowed a snug fit for the wearer, but other than a single LED on the outside, had no other discernible features besides two circles carved in the inside of the loop around where the wearer's temples would be. She also noticed two more sealed boxes at the bottom of the package with clear instructions 'Do not open until Day 4 of use'.

Tiffany went back to the app where she ran through the set up phases and linked the device, it then asked her to put the mask on to begin calibration. Tiffany decided to sit on her bed so she was comfy, and slowly lowered the hoop over her forehead until her face was beneath the mask. For a moment nothing happened, and then the LED's lit up in a pattern, with a single one active racing around the edge of the mask, before it all went red, basking Tiffany's face in soft red glow. A soft feminine voice seemed to appear inside her head, an effect coming from the speakers by her temple built into the band. "Beginning calibration" the voice said and the mask LEDs danced around her vision. The band seemed to let out a low hum and Tiffany felt her cheeks warm. The system seemed to reboot a few times before the voice returned "Calibration complete."

Before Tiffany could raise her arms to remove the device the voice returned. "Beginning session, please relax."

'Oh' thought Tiffany before her senses were assaulted with light and sound. Her pupils dilated at the kaleidoscope of colour as her brain tingled, the humming filling her mind occasionally broken by a fizzing noise. She was unsure why but she could smell a musky thick strawberry tainted smell, occasionally mixed with the smell of something burning. She rolled back onto her bed, collapsing into the sheets as her body twitched, letting the bliss wash over her. The new app in her phone registered her body response to the mask and began its secondary function, cloning the phone's entire system files and sending it to a secure server.

Tiffany woke up some time later, the mask over her face seemed to be powered down and she groggily removed it. She checked her phone and was shocked to see nearly 4 hours had passed. Had she really been out of it for that long? She went to her mirror and began brushing her blonde hair, which was disheveled from the mask. She couldn't help but notice the effect the mask had on her - her skin looked positively radiant and she felt a level of bliss usually reserved for smoking weed, a foggy high that made her giggle.

A free high wasn't such a bad side effect for a skincare routine was it? The only other difference Tiffany noticed was her nipples were currently incredibly hard, pressing against her bra she could feel their sensitivity, but she chalked this down to perhaps just waking up a little horny. She ignored the feeling, deciding to shower and go watch a movie.

The next morning Tiffany awoke still feeling the effects of the previous days mask session. Her skin still felt radiant and her head still felt a little giddy. She decided she would see what another session under the mask would bring and so she set up the device on her phone and put the mask on, laying back on her bed in her cotton night shirt and pajama shorts to get comfy.

"Beginning session, please relax" said the sensual voice, and Tiffany let out a gasp as the familiar glow began to entrance her. As Tiffany drifted off the app in her phone registered her bodies state and began secretly downloading new software.

Much like the previous day, Tiffany awoke with a slight gasp. She sat up, removing the mask and looked down, confused. Her night shirt was pulled up over her chest so her breasts were exposed and her pajama shorts were down around her ankles, and she didn't need to do any further checks to know she was incredibly aroused.

She picked up her phone and tried to distract herself, opening up Insta and scrolling through reels. That's when she realised something was very wrong with her algorithm. Tiffany was about as hetero as they come but her feed was now filled with videos of women rubbing oil over their bodies, performing lewd dance moves, jiggling their breasts. Gone were the cute cats, the skincare routines, it was just girls being hot and slutty, fingers roaming, pink text flashing up before she could read it, girls tied up, tongues out, licking, kissing each other. Tiffany scrolled, desperate to find some normal content, her fingers now idly sliding between her thighs, the bombardment of explicit content making her even more aroused, even if it wasn't the kind she usually watched.

She tossed her phone aside and laid in bed, but for some reason she just couldn't get herself off. Every time she got close her mind would wander and she would lose focus and be left gasping and frustrated.

She looked in the mirror, her skin looked amazing, her eyes looked a little glassy, she rubbed her nipples lazily and stuck out her tongue. It felt so natural to look so needy that she lost herself masturbating to her reflection for a moment as drool slid down her chin. She snapped out of it and decided she should just get an early night and hopefully tomorrow she could message the company about the side effects. The mask was having a strange effect on her and she feared wearing it again. She showered, brushed her teeth and went to sleep.

Tiffany awoke the next day and opened her eyes. She was met by a blurry white view and it took a moment to realise she was still wearing the mask, despite not remembering putting it on again.

She went to take it off but as her hand brushed the metal band she realised too late she must have accidentally hit the power button, reactivating it.

The voice entered her mind before she could work out how to disable it "Beginning session, please relax" and Tiffany could only bite her lip as a tingling sensation worked through her body, the lights swirling until she slipped out of consciousness.

Tiffany dreamed. In her dream a hot guy had his tongue between her legs, licking her, teasing her, making her beg for orgasm, but never quite taking her over the edge. Only when she looked down it was a woman licking her, long blonde hair and a soft face, eyes filled with hunger as the tongue expertly pleasured her. She was too gone to care, too gone to question her own sexuality, she just needed to orgasm and it was so close...

Meanwhile a text from her friend arrived on her phone, inviting her out for drinks. The phone dutifully sent a text reply, mimicking Tiffany's tone and style perfectly, declining the invite. It then wiped the message, as it had done with every other conversation that had come through it since the app had been installed.

Tiffany woke up in a sweat the next morning, tearing the mask from her head, her body naked and glistening. She looked in the mirror, her complexion beautiful even in the obvious state of arousal, cheeks flushed, hair disheveled, nipples erect and aching.

She grabbed her phone and checked it, surprised to see not a single friend had messaged her. Firing off a text to her bestie, she went to shower, deciding she needed to get out of the house and take her mind off her arousal. Or maybe pick some guy up in a bar and get a good fucking.

As she showered she had no idea her phone had routed the text to a private server, where a fake reply was crafted and returned to Tiffany's phone. The poor girl was none the wiser that essentially her digital life was now cut off, that someone else was deciding exactly what and who she could access.

After her shower she dried off and heard a ping from her phone. Hoping it was a reply from her bestie she was only slightly disappointed to find it was a notification from the mask app stating that a new update was available for her relaxation program. She tapped it and the app opened, with a loading bar showing the status she looked over to see the gentle glow of the mask on her bedside table as it activated to receive the update. After a few minutes another ping notified her the update was complete, and she was met with a new pop-up: 'Please open Day 4 package to continue relaxation program'.

Curious Tiffany went back to the parcel and retrieved the smaller box with 'Do not open until Day 4 of Treatment' written on the top. Carefully she peeled the seal off and popped it open, letting out a gasp as she pulled out a pair of latex panties. The kinky underwear appeared to have two rubber phallic objects on the inner lining, clearly meant to be inserted inside her with the underwear on. A small cable ran from the seam of the latex underwear to a black box with a singular button labelled 'pairing' on the side.

"Oh hell no. Absolutely not." Tiffany said, throwing the obscure item back in the box. If that's what this company thinks they can shove their mask. She would not be using it ever again. Annoyed she threw herself on her bed, deciding to scroll through Insta, trying to ignore the barrage of naked docile, obedient women the videos now showed. She nestled herself in, slipped her fingers down the waistband of her pants and slowly teased herself as she drifted off to sleep.

Tiffany slowly awoke to find herself standing, her body naked except her panties and the mask attached to her face again, the cool air hardening her nipples. She was holding a small box in her hand, her thumb pressed down on a round button on the box. "No..." she whimpered as she realised too late what her sleepwalking body had done.

"Pairing complete. Beginning session, please relax" whispered the mask as a burst of colours entered her iris. Tiffany realised too late that the underwear she was in was not her own, it was that gross latex fetish stuff from the mask box. Almost immediately she felt a throbbing pulsation inside her as the attached dildos began to activate, her tight ass clenching uselessly at its invader as her pussy squelched in pleasure.

"No...oh...mmm... can't let it... please..." Tiffany tried to resist, as the mask hummed with an intensity she had not felt before. She had never tried to resist it, and so the sensations she was consciously observing were all new. Her legs wobbled as the visions made her feel like she was floating on a rainbow sea, while the hum stopped her from thinking anything beyond how good everything felt, reverberating through her nipples, down into her pussy.

"Resistance detected, increasing intensity"

This new announcement from the mask terrified Tiffany, even as her pussy spasmed in response to the vibrations coursing through her, and she ground her hips in need. Her head went fuzzy, as every thought she had seemed to fizzle away, leaving her twitching and mewling as the devices drove her over the edge.

Tiffany woke up, tearing the mask from her face. She needed help. This thing was doing something to her mind. She peeled the soaking wet latex panties off and threw them in the corner and ran to her shower.

After drying off she checked her phone, it had been 5 days since the mask arrived and it was already seeming to take over her subconscious in ways she never thought possible. She needed to destroy it before something worse happened.

She quickly grabbed a bite to eat, realising she had been neglecting her own needs recently, and finally her tummy would stop growling at her, then she checked her messages on her phone. Nothing. Not a single group chat, message or anything. She tried calling her friend, no answer. As soon as she had destroyed this stupid mask she would head right over to her friends house and find out why she was being ignored.

Returning to her room she grabbed the mask and lifted it into the air, ready to smash it into smithereens, and as she held it there she felt her pussy slicken as she brought it down onto her head, hearing those comforting words fill her brain. "Beginning session please relax". Tiffany relaxed.

Tiffany felt her body awake and remove the mask. She had no idea what time it was, but it didn't take her long to realise something was very wrong. For starters she was back in those god awful rubber panties, she could feel the thick dildos moving as she stepped out of her bed and looked in the mirror. The girl looking back at her had glazed eyes, her mouth slightly open as drool freely ran down her chin. What really began to freak Tiffany out, was that she wasn't in control of any of this. Her body seemed to be moving as if on puppet strings, controlled by some unknown entity. That fucking mask.

She watched through her own eyes helplessly as her body went to the shower, washing herself, before drying off and grabbing some food. Tiffany screamed internally, as she tried to break the cycle, to gain some control. She focused at trying to just move a single finger on her hand but nothing happened, her body continued to go through some mundane programmed ritual. She ate, drank water, went to the bathroom, and then returned to her room. She watched as her hands picked up the phone, opened the app and tapped on a button hidden deep in the settings listed as 'COLLECT RESULTS'.

Moments later her phone rang, and Tiffany's hand automatically tapped answer. Tiffany's fears grew to whole new levels on hearing herself speak to the unknown person on the line "Doll 507132 ready for collection".

All she could think was 'What the fuck was happening?' as a soft feminine voice on the line responded.

"Good Dolly. Initiate final wipe. Collection will be in 24 hours."

Tiffany watched as her hands hung up the phone, before returning to the app and pressing another button hidden in the settings labelled 'FINAL WIPE'.

The app popped up with 'Are You Sure?' and Tiffany tapped yes. She placed the phone on the side and placed the mask on her head, consciously hearing that voice one final time.

"Executing final wipe, please relax" Tiffany tried to will her body to do anything, as the familiar hum filled her mind and lights danced across her vision, it was so beautiful, and the sensations coursing through her body felt so good. She laid back and drifted away, her clit throbbing as her mind was overwritten until Tiffany's personality was no more. Meanwhile Tiffany's phone was wiping itself, destroying all evidence of the app.

The next day the mask was back in its box along with all the other items. Tiffany knelt by the door in a slutty outfit, tongue out, pussy dripping, her mind thinking of nothing but obedience and the desire to be a good doll. 24 hours after the previous day's call a van pulled up outside her house and a woman walked to the door, pushing it open to find a dumb living sex doll waiting for her.

"Oh hello Tiffany. Looks like the results are ready for collection, follow me. Let's get you some place where they value ditzy little whores."