“So does it bother you,” Joel said, tapping at his phone, “that I can essentially remote control you with this app?” He was sitting in the armchair across from her. Wearing significantly more clothes than she was at the moment, but, at the moment, even underwear would have been more clothes.
Vanessa writhed. Her hands were pinned above her head, and more than anything else, she needed to touch her nipples. Not her clit, not her cunt, just her nipples. The power of the urge made her pant.
Joel tapped the phone again, and the insistent rhythm inside her cunt changed. The force pinning her hands disappeared. She gasped as her hands flew to her breasts.
“Because every time I change the vibe rhythm,” Joel went on, “it changes what you have to do. I can make you quiet, I can make you loud, I can make you need to suck my fingers more than you need air—there’s a pattern for everything. All controlled from this phone. How do you feel about that?”
“Makes me,” Vanessa gulped out, “so wet.”
“And I’ve thought of subtler ones, too, for when you’re in public. I can make you distractingly attracted to the next man you see, or distractingly attracted to the next woman. Sensitize your mouth, sensitize your breasts. You’re going to have that vibe inside you often, from now on. I think you’ll get to where you don’t even notice. Only sometimes—“ He tapped.
Vanessa’s breasts were nothing. They were irrelevant. Her hand flew to her clit and began making circles.
She didn’t know how many patterns there were, or what they did. She knew she had written a list, and she had no idea what was on it. 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.
“And you usually get home before I do,” Joel pointed out, “so I could just turn this on from work, leave you helplessly finger-fucking yourself until I get here. Which do you think? Make it so that you can’t come, or make it so that you can—but you have to pace yourself because you won’t be able to stop your fingers? There’s a setting for either.”
“Don’t even know,” Vanessa gasped, bearing down.
“Hmm. Well, I’ll leave it as a surprise, then. Any requests, love?”
“You have to tell me,” Joel instructed, “how it makes you feel.”
“How it—it’s incredible. You can turn me up, turn me down, turn me off or on, I’m completely controlled by my cunt and you completely control my cunt and—God.”
“Good slut-puppet,” Joel said. “I love it when you own what you are. As it happens, there was a setting that I was looking forward to—“ He tapped.
And abruptly, Vanessa needed a cock in her mouth more than anything. She lunged agross the space between them, ripped Joel’s zipper downward, and had her mouth on his underwear before she realized that wasn’t going to satisfy her. She didn’t need cotton, she needed cock. She whimpered and yanked desperately at his clothes.
“Wonder what would happen if I left you like that?”
“Oh, all right. Here.” He pushed his trousers and his underwear down far enough for his cock to spring free.
“Mmffff,” Vanessa said, taking it into her mouth. 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. This, this …
“Of course,” Joel said, “I can increase the intensity of your arousal, as well as your need to obey the setting, by increasing the intensity.” He manipulated a slider on his phone.
“So I could give you a very slight need to suck cock, and then turn it up as the evening goes on. There are all kinds of possibilities in this, aren’t there? Remote controlled vibes are great investments.”
“Remote controlled wives are even better.”
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