USER FRIENDLY
CHAPTER 3 – APPS
The first month of the trial was over, and Sara had an idea. She needed to somehow take the product trial beyond just self-pleasuring.
She was due to go out with this guy out for a few drinks, and she knew she would then bring him home, just as she had before. The difference this time was she was going to get him to fuck her with her sex toy—ah, Entertainment System—on.
She realised she didn’t even know the name of this product she was testing – or the name of the company that made it. The piercings were there all the time, so had become part of her nominal state. She liked them whatever. The collar was different – it seemed like something “other”, and she continued to have unbidden thoughts about it.
Like: “What if I were to put it on…?” said another Sara in her head, occasionally. “What if I were to walk down the street in it? Just set it down low… leave the remote behind for safety…”
No. It would only happen here. Her plan was as follows. One, she’d put the master unit on in the bathroom. Two, set the remote to a level she fancied. Three, leave the remote hidden somewhere safe while the fun and games happened. Simple.
The remote pinged. “New apps had been uploaded,” said the message on screen. “Enjoy.”
Before coming to any final plan, she decided to look at what new stuff had been uploaded. Looked like there were a couple of new apps; these boys were nothing if not creative.
Sara clicked the collar round her neck and picked up the remote – pressed On. The familiar low level buzz of arousal settled into place. Instead of adjusting Intensity, or going to one of her favourite personal settings, she pressed a new icon simply labelled S.T. (beta). As she now expected, the icon lit up green, but that was all. Absolutely nothing else happened.
Sara wondered if it was just buggy or slow to load. Absently, she reached up and touched her
tongue stud, feeling for its vibration against her fingertip.
At once, her clit exploded into life. Bemused, Sara tried touching her tongue again. Again, the touch of her finger on the tongue stead sent a corresponding wave of intense pleasure through her pussy—and then stopped.
Sara looked at the green lit app icon again. “S.T.”. She had a good idea what this might do, now. And there was only one way to find out… she pulled a medium sized dildo from her bedside drawer, and opened her lips hungrily around it. The sensation was amazing. Every suck and lick translated directly to what was going on in her pussy. A long, slow, deep suck, became a longer, slower, deeper, harder surge from the clit ring. They must be connected in some way with this new app. It was unbelievable—like licking herself. Slower meant slower. Faster meant faster.
She closed her eyes and got to work hard, and within a few minutes the simple act of sucking a dildo had reduced her to a quivering orgasmic wreck.
Product feedback report #28
Submitted by: Sara
Hi. I tried the S.T. app. Very clever. Short for Suck Training, right?? Anyway, it works fine and the only problem is it won’t turn off. The app is staying green.
Feedback response #28
Thank you Sara. That is indeed what S.T. abbreviates. This app does not turn off. But it only activates in the circumstances for which it is designed, so it doesn’t need to be turned off.
… and here goes Sara, at last, almost shaking with excitement. The guy is, as planned, back in her flat. He was trying to tear her clothes off the moment they got in the door – and although Sara wants to bend over for him in a second, right there and then, she has the self-control to push him away and put a finger to his lips. She wants this.
“Wait. I have something special,” she says, and turns away into the bathroom.
Ah, the ritual. She fingers herself gently, feeling the weight and presence of her piercings. She turns the collar (her collar) gently round and then fastens it around her neck. She closes her eyes and thrums with anticipation. Remote control: On. She selects a programme she has become particularly fond of, a rising and falling pattern of stimulation that should enhance, not override what she needs from the guy. She pops the remote in her washbag, and then puts the washbag in the laundry basket just to be safe.
She opens the door and steps out.
The guy is gobsmacked. She can tell he has never seen anything like this, and she feels glorious. As she moves towards him, hips swaying to maximise stimulation, he is hard instantly. She feels his big cock stiff against her belly. Her arousal is overwhelming her as the devices do their work.
Stepping back, Sara raises her arms, put both hands behind her head, and thrusts out her chest to display her breasts and the collar. Her collar. Her piercings shimmer with life.
“I’m yours,” she pants. “What do you want me to do?”
She woke up exhausted. The guy had certainly taken her for the ride she’d been craving for the last month. She was starting to see the full potential of the “system” in a new light.
For a start, S.T. was as good as its word. This was a proverbial killer app – she suddenly couldn’t get enough of the feel of a cock in her mouth and as she knelt, sucking ever harder and feeling the waves of her own tongue on her clit, she must have come at least twice. She actually thought it might be addictive. Meanwhile, the rise and fall of the device setting she had chosen – bringing her slowly close to climax, without ever getting there, and receding in intensity before beginning all over again – kept her in heat all night.
He’d fucked her hard every way she could think of and still she wanted more.
While he slept, she kept her collar on, and sucked him again and again, rolling her tongue over his stiffening cock and savouring the synchronous “lick” at her clit, until she could feel him beginning to come in her mouth … and still she wanted, needed more. Sara was in a heat she’d never known before, drenched in sweat and out of her mind with sex. Releasing his cock from her lips, she could feel the stimulation reaching its peak again. She quickly straddled him, and felt herself come again as he entered her. As he woke, she began to ride him, hands behind her head, slowly using her hips to bring him into her, then faster and faster in animal rhythm... At the very last moment he reached out and tugged – hard – on her clit ring, and Sara exploded again.
And still she needed more! Panting hard, she turned, dropped to her hands and knees and raised her ass in the air. He entered her at once, and as he rode her hard he reached round and began to squeeze her swollen nipples. Again she came. She lost count after that – almost every thrust brought a new orgasm, one after another in a rising Tsunami of heat that never seemed to end.
At last, exhausted, she stepped to the bathroom and retrieved the remote. Her finger hovering over the Off icon, she paused. Instead, she turned the intensity down to its lowest setting, turned out the light and went to sleep, still wearing her collar.
A few days later, she did it all over again, but not quite as planned. Perhaps she shouldn’t have let him spend the night.
Sara woke up with a start, rocked by some of the most intense vibrations she had yet felt. What was going on? She was sure she’d turned the device as low as it could go.
The guy was standing in her bathroom door, idly playing with the remote. Shit – she must have forgotten to put it away. She covered her alarm.
“Morning,” said the guy. “Found this in the bathroom. What is it? It doesn’t seem to do anything.” He stabbed at the screen, and Sara stifled a squeak of arousal.
“Oh it does something all right,” said Sara, sitting up in bed—suddenly very conscious she was still firmly locked into a steel collar, which had significant power over her body, by the way, and the guy had the controls.
He poked at the screen again. “Apps,” he muttered absently. Another poke.
Obviously he had found something she hadn’t come across, because at that point a sudden alternative rhythm of exquisite pleasure and sudden stabbing pain began to strobe in every fitting. If she were to describe it, it would have been something like. “Stroke, lick, nibble, bite, SHOCK” – the latter, she was guessing, a sharp high amplitude jolt of electricity. She let out a low moan. She could barely move, barely speak. Stroke, lick, nibble, bite, SHOCK…
She could not let the guy know what was going on here. The obvious solution was probably the best here… willing herself into action, she began fingered her nipples, steadfastly ignoring the rhythm that threated to take her over completely. Sara pouted at him, and purred “Why don’t you put that down and give me what I need.”
Lying back in invitation she spread her arms, breasts jutting proudly with their ever erect nipples jolted into rock like erection. Stroke, lick, nibble, bite, SHOCK.
From here, looking down, she could see the barbell piercing in each nipple clearly, but could not glimpse her clit ring. But she could feel it vividly. Stroke, lick, nibble, bite, SHOCK
What a difference big tits make, she thought, willing him to come over and relishing the thought of her pussy opening to him. Stroke, lick, nibble, bite, SHOCK.
She put two fingers into her mouth and sucked on them luxuriantly, blue eyes on his, showing him the carnality of her tongue. Stroke, lick, nibble, bite, SHOCK.
He was clearly fascinated by the remote device but Sara’s invitation was irresistible. He tossed the remote gently at the armchair, where it landed screen down, and headed purposely towards the bed. As the remote landed Sara felt a burst of new stimulation from all sites and fell on his cock with open lips. Stroke, lick, nibble, bite, SHOCK.
Soon enough, she was on all fours again—just where she loved to be, and how every guy seemed to want her, which was just fine—she felt the guy behind her lay his hand on her tattoo.
“What’s this?”
“Advertising,” she managed to gasp.
Stroke, lick, nibble, bite, SHOCK.
After the guy had left, with a promise to do it over, only more so, whatever that could mean, she picked up the remote to finally remove what he had described as her “slut outfit”. She inspected it carefully. No harm done by the looks of it.
How had she felt when the guy had her remote?
“Collared.” she thought. “Powerless.”
Sara shivered.
She clicked “Off”, and was about to remove the collar. But as she reached for “Unlock” she spotted two new apps—and curiosity got the better of her. They must have been uploaded sometime last night.
One app had a simple representation of a circle. It was already lit green – the guy must have pressed it accidentally. Anyway, nothing had happened. She pressed it again, and it stayed green. Still nothing. Oh well. She would come to the others later. She pressed Unlock and reached up to take off her collar.
Nothing happened.
It had never stuck before. Sara pressed Unlock again – same story. With rising panic she stabbed at the Unlock key. It simply wasn’t responding. She was stuck.
The second app showed a representation of a hand, with a line through it. She pressed it and it lit green. Maybe this would open the collar? But no. Nothing happened. Again! Were they losing their touch?
Product feedback report #31
Submitted by: Sara
Hi. I tried a couple of new apps but nothing happened. There is a circle and a hand with a line through it but they don’t seem to do anything. But more importantly, the Unlock isn’t working on the collar. Can you upload a fix?
Feedback response #28
Thank you Sara. The two apps are working fine and are part of the test. The first app, with the circle. This disables your ability to unlock the master device, although we can override this if needed. The other app only activates in the circumstances for which it is designed. Please try these and the other apps which we will send you, and we look forward to your feedback. Also please make sure your QR tattoo is clearly in display whenever you can, we have had limited hits so far.
What??
Sara was perplexed. An app that stopped her unlocking the unit, and an app that did nothing. And apparently she wasn’t “advertising” enough, dammit.
Ah well, she thought. I am here to test these things, and just remember that $5,000 a month! Actually she had to admit that being unable to unlock the collar was yet another unexpected, and intense, turn on. May as well enjoy it while it lasts. She reached for the remote control, set the intensity to the middle range and gasped as the first waves of stimulation brought her to wet heat in an instant. Her nipples were soooo hard….
Sara reached down and lightly caressed one nipple – and suddenly sat bolt upright, mouth open in astonishment and fear. Rather than the pleasant stimulation she had become used to, she had just received a very painful electric shock. She touched the other nipple gingerly—same thing.
Although she knew what was likely to happen, she couldn’t resist, and reached down to toy with her clit ring.
The shock almost made her pass out. Certainly that was a no-no. But what the hell was this app actually for? She looked again at the message from her sponsors.
“The other app only activates in the circumstances for which it is designed”. A hand with a line through it.
Look – No Hands.
Duh.
On the one hand Sara was intrigued to see how she would manage the next few weeks with the collar on “PermaLock” as she had named the app.
Well, on the positive side, it had forced her hand. For some time she’d been toying with the idea of wearing it out in public – it was, after all a stunning piece of jewellery in its own right (she reasoned to herself). So she would make that part of the test. The thought of it brought her quickly to heat again and automatically she reached for her clit ring… and paused. Don’t go there, she thought.
And that was the real downside – no hands! She was now finding herself constantly wet, constantly aroused, and her nipples were becoming even more sensitive than before. She tried touching herself a few times. The shocks simply got stronger. Her own body had become a no-go area.
She imagined that this entertainment app was aimed at delayed gratification, self discipline, anticipation... Clever. Some women were going to love this.
But at this point in time, she needed to come.
Reaching for the remote, she found the hidden app the guy had stumbled onto in her bedroom. Stroke, lick, nibble, bite, SHOCK. As she finally let go, Sara collapsed to the floor.
But … it just wasn’t enough.
Well, there was no particular decision to make, as the collar clearly wasn’t coming off. Setting the remote to a comfortable background buzz of stimulation, and hiding it safely this time, she left the flat – head high, collar on.
If she thought she had been stared at before, this was something entirely new. All heads turned as she walked the few short blocks to the bar where she’d arranged to meet the guy.
Product feedback report #59
Submitted by: Sara
Hi. Everything is working fine. I have a lot of notes to share. The collar has been attracting a lot of attention everywhere I go. Also people have been scanning the tattoo while I’m not looking, or even when I am. Men and quite a lot of women too. Some people asked permission, most didn’t, which seems a bit intrusive, but hey. Hope you have had a lot of hits. Can you unlock the master unit now, please?
Feedback response #59
Thank you Sara. The current configuration needs to remain until the end of the trial. Please try the other apps which we will send you shortly, and we look forward to your feedback.
So she would be on PermaLock / No Hands for the next few weeks. Things could be worse. There was no doubt it was exciting. Sara found the self-control imposed by being unable to touch herself especially arousing. And she loved the thrill of wearing her “jewellery” all the time. Knowing that as she walked down the street, turning heads, nobody else knew what it really was or what it could do.
And remote in hand, she felt very much in control.