[TW: CNC, Orientation Play] A Slow Descent

A short story centred around corruption in the CF platform. Thankyou professor u/SecondhandSpock for the editing assistance!

Chapter 1 – Shock
 
I am so glad the semester is over soon; I seriously needed a break from all this studying.
 
Thank-god for Ashley, she is a life saver with all the homework and knows how to switch off when the weekend arrived which was a serious requirement.

“I’m going to the shop for a few drinks babe……do you want anything?” Ashley's voice always has that slightly cheeky tone to it, even when she said something totally ordinary like that. I rolled my eyes at the endearment - I was nobody's babe “No thanks…..I’m just going to read over the essay on your computer when your away"

 Ashley pulls her shoes on before giving a quick glance to the mirror and as she walks out of the door she calls over her shoulder “After checking that out no more studying…..we’re finally at the weekend its time to let loose. Do you want to check out that new lesbian bar in town? You never know you might see someone that catches your eye”
 
Ashley’s voice has a sing song quality by the end that makes me laugh. “I’ll think about it….” I reply distractedly looking at the essay as Ashley shouts up the stairs “….we’re going out Grace……you need to get laid” and then the door slams signalling her departure as I shake my head at her words.
 
After about 20 minutes I finally finish proofreading the essay, my shoulders sag in relief as I save and exit the file. As soon as the screen minimised, I frown,  it looks like Ashley is on Reddit which is no big deal but the heading of the subreddit she is on made me frown.
 
 “Converting Feminists”
 
 I lean in a little and used the mouse to scroll down the page, I click on a random post and my eyebrows shot up towards my hairline at the heading [TW: CNC, Degradation, Manipulation, Orientation Play] Feminist Lesbian sluts love getting reset. Looking to Convert – aggressive. My breath catches at the absolute audacity in the post: There you are. Little lurking lesbian slut…….I know what you’re here for. You’re here for cock…..because that’s what you are made for. Made to be reset in my DM’s……Oh you will deny it, you will argue….but still you will stay.

Half-way through reading the post a notification flagged on the site and without thinking I click into it…..It was a message……..from the same user in the post.

Driven by a curiosity I click into the chat, barely thinking for a second about my friend's privacy as the need to know drives me. “Are you back yet my little slut…….” I frown, leaning forward even closer to the screen I scroll up further and further. A reply catches my eye and I stop scrolling, my eyes widen and I lean a little closer to the screen as I start reading the exchange

The_Resetter 00:34am
You’re not even a proper feminist…..
Already making concessions…
Call yourself a bisexual but your already obsessed with cock aren’t you?
 
Ashy_7820 00:38am
No I didn’t say im not a feminist
Im not obsessed…
Stop talking about your cock…
 
The_Resetter 00:40am
“I see your point….I didn’t think of it like that”
Sound Familiar little slut
 
Ashy_7820 00:41am
Yes but….
 
The_Resetter 00:41am
But nothing….
Don’t try to hide from your words girl…
Don’t act like your not a needy mess clenching your thighs for me….
 
I notice a strain in my thighs, and pause - I unclench my thighs, wondering why I would do that... dismissing the thought quickly. My breathing was just a little harsher and I lean in even more. Not fully conscious of how my body is reacting I just continued to read.
 
Ashy_7820 00:42am
Im not….
 
The_Resetter 00:42am
Your not….
Is that why your responses are so short…
Is that why your hands have been working their way up your thighs?
I thought you were honest….
I thought you would actually be a brave girl…..
Are you a liar little slut?
 
Ashy_7820 00:44am
Im not a liar!
 
The_Resetter 00:45am
Then tell me the truth…
Your wet right now…
Wet at me telling you that you were made for cock
 
Ashy_7820 00:47am
It’s a natural reaction
It cant be controlled
It doesn’t mean anything…..
 
The_Resetter 00:49am
A natural reaction to cock
Because that’s what your made for
To be reset to your natural state on my cock…
Stop rubbing…..you can’t touch until your honest
 

Ashy_7820 00:54am
Who said im touching….
 
The_Resetter 00:55am
You told on yourself with that delay in response
Admit it….
Admit it and you will feel so good…
 
Ashy_7820 00:55am
Im nor
Nor
FD
FS
NOT!
 
The_Resetter 00:57am
Take your hand off your pussy and you might be able to type right
Little lying slut
I knew you were a liar
A feminist that can’t admit how wet she is when she reads my words
A messy little slut
 
Ashy_7820 00:59 am
OK!
Im touching myself….
 
The_Resetter 01:01am
Why…and be honest little slut.

Ashy_7820 01:01am
Because Im wet
 
The_Resetter 01:01am
Because your wet for my cock….
Admit it little slut
Admit you want my cock to reset that tight little pussy…
 
Ashy_7820 01:02am
Yes…..
 
The_Resetter 01:02am
Yes…what?
Say it properly slut….
 
Ashy_7820 01:03am
Yes sir….
 
A little whimper escapes my throat and it is enough to break through the fog of my reading. I recoil as if slapped and jump away from the computer where I was seated with clenched thighs. My pulse is racing, my breathing shaky and sharp and I feel how wet I was with every step away from the computer…. Why the fuck am I wet? What is wrong with me?
 
My stomach coils with revulsion and unwanted arousal.

 I’m a lesbian…
 I don’t like this…
These reactions are natural..

The disgust and shock staggers me and I feel weak and shaky. I walk quickly over to the computer, feeling how slick I am with each movement. I scroll down to the bottom of the chat, so it just looked like it was open on the page. I reopen my essay and leave it as the main viewed window.
 
I look around and gather my things in a rush desperate to escape the room and get home. I text Ashley “I’m away home I’m not feeling great….speak soon xx” and leave the house and get into my car. I will forget this feeling, that disgust will win out when the shock wears off and desperately…I ignore the heat that pools low in a place where it ought not to be.