Thereās An App For That
āSo does it bother you,ā Joel said, tapping at his phone, āthat I can essentially remote control you with this app?ā Ā He was sitting in the armchair across from her. Ā Wearing significantly more clothes than she was at the moment, but, at the moment, even underwear would have been more clothes.
Vanessa writhed. Ā Her hands were pinned above her head, and more than anything else, she needed to touch her nipples. Ā Not her clit, not her cunt, just her nipples. Ā The power of the urge made her pant.
Joel tapped the phone again, and the insistent rhythm inside her cunt changed. Ā The force pinning her hands disappeared. Ā She gasped as her hands flew to her breasts.
āBecause every time I change the vibe rhythm,ā Joel went on, āit changes what you have to do. Ā Ā I can make you quiet, I can make you loud, I can make you need to suck my fingers more than you need airāthereās a pattern for everything. Ā All controlled from this phone. Ā How do you feel about that?ā
āMakes me,ā Vanessa gulped out, āso wet.ā
āAnd Iāve thought of subtler ones, too, for when youāre in public. Ā I can make you distractingly attracted to the next man you see, or distractingly attracted to the next woman. Ā Sensitize your mouth, sensitize your breasts. Ā Youāre going to have that vibe inside you often, from now on. Ā I think youāll get to where you donāt even notice. Ā Only sometimesāā Ā He tapped.
Vanessaās breasts were nothing. Ā They were irrelevant. Ā Her hand flew to her clit and began making circles.
She didnāt know how many patterns there were, or what they did. Ā She knew she had written a list, and she had no idea what was on it. Ā She had blinked her way out of deep hypnosis, Joel stroking her hair, and only realized what had happened to her when the vibe inside her started to pulse, like a bass beat, turning her instantly into a stripper, strutting and showing off and slowly removing her clothes for him.
āAnd you usually get home before I do,ā Joel pointed out, āso I could just turn this on from work, leave you helplessly finger-fucking yourself until I get here. Ā Which do you think? Ā Make it so that you canāt come, or make it so that you canābut you have to pace yourself because you wonāt be able to stop your fingers? Ā Thereās a setting for either.ā
āDonāt even know,ā Vanessa gasped, bearing down.
āHmm. Ā Well, Iāll leave it as a surprise, then. Ā Any requests, love?ā
āJustāuse me. Ā App me.ā
āYou have to tell me,ā Joel instructed, āhow it makes you feel.ā
āHow itāitās incredible. Ā You can turn me up, turn me down, turn me off or on, Iām completely controlled by my cunt and you completely control my cunt andāGod.ā
āGood slut-puppet,ā Joel said. Ā āI love it when you own what you are. Ā As it happens, there was a setting that I was looking forward toāā Ā He tapped.
And abruptly, Vanessa needed a cock in her mouth more than anything. Ā She lunged agross the space between them, ripped Joelās zipper downward, and had her mouth on his underwear before she realized that wasnāt going to satisfy her. Ā She didnāt need cotton, she needed cock. Ā She whimpered and yanked desperately at his clothes.
āWonder what would happen if I left you like that?ā
āOh, all right. Ā Here.ā Ā He pushed his trousers and his underwear down far enough for his cock to spring free.
āMmffff,ā Vanessa said, taking it into her mouth. Ā She needed this, if anything, more than she had needed her hand on her clit, more than she had needed her hand on her nipples. Ā This, this ā¦
āOf course,ā Joel said, āI can increase the intensity of your arousal, as well as your need to obey the setting, by increasing the intensity.ā Ā He manipulated a slider on his phone.
āSo I could give you a very slight need to suck cock, and then turn it up as the evening goes on. Ā There are all kinds of possibilities in this, arenāt there? Ā Remote controlled vibes are great investments.ā
āRemote controlled wives are even better.ā
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