The bindings were warm against my ankles and wrists. I didn’t fight them.
“Now, here.” Hudson approached the glass-top box holding The Fantasy. “Talk me through how to put this on.”
Over these last few weeks, I’d found that I liked talking during sex. The conversation made everything hotter, more intense. And it made me feel closer to Hudson. But having to narrate my own sexual manipulation left my words coming out strained.
“You…you have to start by ensuring that the nipples are fully erect and the vagina is sufficiently wet.”
Leaving The Fantasy behind, Hudson moved back to me. Both of us knew that, by now, my pussy was likely sopping for him.
That wasn’t the point, though. The point was that he wanted to completely unravel me.
He captured my first nipple, tonguing it until it strained painfully erect. Then he gripped the second and repeated the process, driving me crazy with the lack of contact to my pussy.
I’d never felt so sexually vulnerable before, so out of control. The restraints didn’t just keep me from hooking my legs around his hips or touching myself; they kept me from even being able to arch and buck the way I usually did when I wanted more.
Once he’d lavished my nipples with attention, he stood back to a more professional distance. Now upright, he probed mypussy, entering me sharply with his fingers—no warning. Just a cold intrusion that made me want to rip his clothes off and let him inspect meeverywhere.
“Is that sufficiently lubricated enough for you?” he asked, the slick patter of his fingers in my cunt filling the air. “For the purposes of testing the machine, that is.”
“Mm-hmm,” I managed to say. “Now you need to affix the nipple stimulators.”
The Fantasy was simple enough. Two remotely controlled nipple stimulators, a phallus that could vibrate, thrust, and change temperature, and a clitoral stimulator with all the bells and whistles one could ask for—sucking, vibrating, tongueing, fingering, even pinching and light stinging. All connected by a slender body-con design that looked like the stripped-back white outfit fromThe Fifth Element, it was sleek, sexy, and powerful.
If it worked, The Fantasy would one day be the final word in sex toys.
It was designed to be user-friendly. Hudson, by virtue of working with me on this project for weeks now, knew exactly how it was meant to be used.
But we both liked this. This call and response of instruction and touch.
He set the nipple cups around my hard buds. They didn’t spring to life or anything, but even the slight contact aroused me further.
“Lay the central cable down the stomach. It should fit like body tape. That’s it. Now,” I said, eyes closing as he touched me all over, awakening every last one of my senses. “Press the clitoral stimulator into place.”
His long, careful fingers set the rubber cover over my sensitive clit. I shuddered but tried to keep my voice steady.
If there was one thing that I loved more than cumming, it was a good experiment. I didn’t want to burst early and ruin this one.
“And then, set the insertable inside the tester.”
“What,” he said, lining up the phallus, “no anal stimulation?”
“That’s an advanced add-on package. Not out of the testing phase yet. Clara is very big on maximizing secondary purchases.”
“I look forward to the Gen2 model, then.” Hudson chuckled and slid the toy into my center, filling me up. I let out a little gasp at the incursion. “Are you comfortable?”
How cute. He thought I was in pain. Quite the opposite. A few inches of movement without these restraints holding me back, and I probably could have made myself cum in a matter of seconds. “I’m already at a seven.”
“What does that mean?”
“We use sliding scales for different points in the testing process. The testers are supposed to note when certain things increase their proximity to orgasm. Zero means that you’re not even touching yourself, no excitement at all. Ten is an orgasm.”
“Good to know. I’ll expect you to inform me if that changes. I want a good show out of you. It’s the only way I’ll be able to stay hard forfifteen minuteswhile the mold cures.”
His every word was a tease. A tease teasing yet another tease. Not only would he be in control of The Fantasy, but he was going to make me wait the full fifteen minutes of his own delayed gratification before allowing me to cum.
Maybe even longer.
As if to punctuate that point, he peeled off his clothes stitch by painful stitch. The sensors across my body taunted me with their stillness. I wanted to keen against my restraints. And then, when he was finished, he sauntered over until his length dangled just out of kissing range above me.
