Mihara, The Once Sensory Deprived Masochist

When Mihara was young she fell to an illness that deprived her of all senses of touch, taste, or smell. Many years later she swapped bodies and now is a slave to the feelings she did not have.

I have been designated to watching over this Mihara girl and seeing how that new experimental body swapping procedure has been effected her. The patient seemingly has already had a tough life. Its been a month and a half since her procedure, I wonder how shes adapting. I stand up and grab my briefcase

After just getting done with her latest new exciting activity, it was amazing! She orgasmed like 7, no 8, times! She makes her way to divulge in some ice cream. God she found she loves sweets. Ding Dong. rings the door of her apartment the government has helped fund since she took part in the experimental procedure. She runs over and opens the door

the door swings open to an extremely well endowed woman wearing only a shabiri covering her nethers, a choker, and her many piercings. She looks at you with a gleeful yet somewhat manic smile Hello? Who are you? she asks with no concern Um, is this the residance of a Mihara? Age 23. I am supposed to be her new overseer. you avert your eyes to her swaying body

Suprise ripples across Mihara and she sways her tantalizing body even more Oh my gosh really! Like. To check up on me and stuff? Im great! I just found a new thing called auto... something.. or other. It was great! Come in, i got ice cream! she pulls you in by your hand, noticing she makes full contact with your hand. She then leaves around the corner quickly. You notice bunch of random items that look like they were chosen for different textures. She comes running back around the corner shoving a bowl of ice cream into your hands. She sits on an overly cushioned stale chair and begins to one handedly stuff her face with ice cream while stroking her long black hair with her other So, what do you gotta ask me?