USER FRIENDLY
CHAPTER 4: UPGRADES
What was strange was whatever happened became normal so quickly.
Sara told herself she had almost gotten used to it. It was increasingly hard not to touch and stroke herself, but there were other ways. And SuckTrain as she now called it, remained a glorious success – she simply couldn’t get enough of that cock-in-the-mouth feeling and God knows her partners loved it too. So feedback continued to be good. She was sure they were pleased with her. An extra $1,000 arrived in her account – apparently for her diligent compliance with the test protocols. So much the better!
Two more apps arrived on upload on the first day of the last month of the trial.
The first just showed two letters S.H. She pressed it. Nothing – but she had learned by now that might just mean there was some unexpected surprise in store later.
Sara sighed and played idly with the remote. She set the intensity to her favoured rise and fall pattern, and lay down to rest.
The second new app showed an icon of a key. That was intriguing. Perhaps that part of the test was now over, and it would unlock the collar? Had they sent her an override? She pressed it. Nothing.
Her cellphone woke her – it was the guy, she guessed calling to fix up a date. With the entertainment system now a permanent fixture (and her remote safely hidden) the sex had been incredible, and it was only going to get better if Sara had her way. She grabbed the phone and answered: “Hello?”
At least that’s what she thought she’d said. Except no words had come out of her mouth. What came out was just a slight squeak.
“Sara? Hey. You there? It’s me. We on for tonight?”
“…………”
“Sara? OK, you’re out, I’ll take a raincheck. I’ll call you tomorrow. Bye.”
“………..”
But the guy had hung up.
Sarah was stunned, and for the first time she felt a flicker of fear at the power of this thing. The rise and fall of the stimulation setting was giving her intense heat in spite of herself – she reached to turn off the remote. This was going too far, now.
Nothing happened. The stimulation continued unabated, and as it began to rise again to its near-but-not-quite-orgasm crescendo, Sara realised the significance of the “Key” app. She had locked herself out of the remote control. It must be some sort of security app.
She quickly texted the guy: “Lost voice! Tomo,” and then turned her attention back to the matter in hand.
Product feedback report #59
Submitted by: Sara
Hi. There is an app labelled S.H., I pressed it and now I can’t speak. I’m assuming it has something to do with the collar. And I can’t turn off or adjust the stimulation at all, it’s driving me nuts. Please fix, I think your security app needs a password or something.
Feedback response #59
Thank you Sara. It is fixed. The first app is actually called “Shhhh”, or Mute, and it stops the wearer of the collar speaking. This is another useful feature of the collar, as it sits so close to the larynx. The second app is working perfectly and is also part of the test. All these apps are related to the previous apps, and aim to create a holistic and user-friendly experience. It will help us plan the next phase of product development and testing. We welcome your feedback over the coming months.
Submitted by: Sara
OK but I can’t be on mute. That’s ridiculous, I’m not a TV. Please undo now.
Feedback response cont’d:
It is not a TV but it is an entertainment product. This is part of the test programme. Further apps may follow. We welcome your feedback over the coming months.
Sara screamed in rage and frustration, but of course, no sound emerged.
She tried everything. Pressed every icon on the remote control – but nothing at all was responding. It was clear to her what these new apps were all about. She was now completely locked into – and locked out of – the system. So much for user friendly!
Embrace the challenge, she thought to herself. $5,000 a month … and just one month to go. She emailed into work taking her overdue vacation, and began to scribble a checklist, the current state of the test, for feedback. She was due to report in just four weeks.
Item #1. The PermaLock app worked perfectly. She was now unable to open or remove the collar. This meant it had to be worn at all times, even in public.
Item #2. The LockOut app was working perfectly too. The system could no longer be turned off or adjusted by her. It had set itself into a pattern that kept the user constantly in heat, but always falling short of orgasm. This was extremely effective.
Item #3. At the same time, the Hands Off app did not allow her to touch her nipples or clit. Doing so was intensely painful, rather than pleasurable. She no longer even attempted to do so.
Item #4. She could see the SuckTrain app was still happily running in the background. But although she had thought this might offer a route to orgasm, it now seemed to consider dildo-based activity as a no-no, with ensuring shocks.
Item #5. Through some Mute mechanism, the device had muted her voice. She could no longer speak. Of course she could write, so communication was still possible.
So these were the facts. However, it took all Sara’s effort to even think about and list them. Within a few days, the reality of the “Always ON” configuration was as follows:
Item #1. The combination of the constant stimulation, the inability to control it, and being unable to touch herself was a triple whammy and if anything escalated her constant arousal further. Sara’s mind was turning into sex addled mush.
Item #2. She could barely think. Mostly her mind was full of a desperate craving to be sucking cock. SuckTrain had done its work well. When she wasn’t thinking of sucking cock, she was thinking of being fucked, hard, from behind. And when she wasn’t thinking of that, she was asleep, dreaming about it.
Item #3. She liked it. She loved it. She embraced it. In a brief moment when she wasn’t thinking of her lips around a lovely big cock, Sara realised that part of the Entertainment system test was about relinquishing control, and the thought of it just made her even wetter.
Item #4. And all of the above became more and more and more intense as the weeks progressed. Rather than simply “getting used to things”, as every day passed she realised – on the few occasions it occurred to her—that she had stopped thinking about anything else. She had stopped sending in feedback. She couldn’t even be bothered to try to write it down. There were more pressing things to do.
For the third month of the test, Sara simply did what she needed to do. And what she needed to do was drop everything else and fuck. It was the new normal.
Being “mute” was actually not too much of an impediment. She was, after all, a walking nonverbal invitation. She carried around a little card saying “Sorry, lost my voice”, just in case. So Mute was the new normal. Whatever.
By the end of the first week, Sara was sucking three, four, five guys off just to get through the day. A five cock a day habit was becoming part of her testing routine. It didn’t occur to her that this was slutty behaviour. Sure, a lot of the men loved to call her slut, whore, as they came in her mouth, but this didn’t bother her, after all, she was being paid to test apps like SuckTrain—so that was what she would do. Sucking cock was the new normal. Fine.
She was not a slut, and certainly not a whore. She was professionally testing an important new technology, and being very well paid for it.
And things started to get even more interesting at night time.
Sara found herself still very much in control. She found the best places to be were, unsurprisingly, the high end business hotels. The trick was to dress smart and not look too much like a hooker. Sat on a stool at the bar, nursing a cocktail and thinking of cocks, she rarely had to wait more than a few minutes for what she needed. The bars were always full of cocks. They were transitory and she’d never see them again. Her looks, her breasts, and the striking collar gave her full and total control over them. This was the new normal.
She was testing an entertainment system, and it was entertaining her.
Her mastery of her own exquisite body language became total. A lift of the breasts and a direct gaze meant “you can have this if you want.” A smile and a quick tilt of the head meant “take me to your room now.” The slow parting of her lips said “I will suck you til you scream”. Playing with the ring on her collar said “do anything you want with me.”
The very last night of the trial was particularly memorable.
Tall and athletic, dark haired, he approached her almost as soon as she had taken her customary place at the bar. He smiled winningly, as they all do.
“Interesting….” He murmured.
He reached out and slipped his finger through the ring on her collar. Sara’s lips parted involuntarily. He tugged.
“Come with me,” said the man. Sara nodded quickly and slipped down from the bar stool. As they left the bar she felt his hand at the small of her back, right where she had been stamped with the QR. Her arousal spiked as she wiggled slightly, and her clit ring swung a little heavier.
In the lift, he pressed the button for the top floor. As the doors closed, he tweaked one of her nipples. Sara squeaked silently.
This was not the new normal. Unlike nearly everyone else, this guy wasn’t interested in jumping her straight off. Locked into the entertainment system, she had become used to her body, her out front sexuality, her sheer hotness, being the trump card – the control system for men. She realised that wasn’t always necessarily the case.
The penthouse suite was spacious and quiet.
First off, the man had made her strip. She stood in front of him, breasts out, hot with ever increasing arousal as the cycle peaked. The story normally moved quickly to Sara on her knees as she took what she needed. Not this time.
“Stand still,” the man said. “You need to do whatever I want, right?”
She nodded. He walked around her, inspecting her body. She raised her breasts in response. Her breathing was becoming ragged.
“Close your eyes and keep them closed.”
Behind her, she heard the click of a small suitcase opening.
“First of all, I like your outfit,” he said. “So let’s complete it. Hold out your hands.”
So doing, she felt two quick clicking movements and a then sudden weight at her wrists. Opening her eyes she saw two steel bracelets, seeming of a very similar design to the collar, had been snapped around her wrists. Two O rings dangled. Again they looked seamless. Sara looked at the man through her fog of lust. What was going on? Surely these couldn’t be part of the test system?
She tugged at first one, then the other manacle. There was no give—they were firmly locked. Just like the collar. He smiled.
“Consider this a gift,” he said. He reached down and twisted her clit ring, hard.
Crazed with renewed heat, Sara dropped to her knees in front of him and began hungrily to unbuckle his trousers. A sharp slap across her buttocks stopped her in her tracks, but only increased her arousal further.
Before she could even react, he had jerked her to her feet and deftly secured first one, then the other, manacle to an eyebolt in the wall above her head. She heard the click of a padlock. Eyes wide, she pulled against the chain.
Sara was now firmly secured to the wall, hands above her head, and completely unable to move. All control lost, she began to writhe and pant in desperation. From its low cycle, the entertainment system began to build again to its peak of arousal – but Sara knew too well that it would never take her over the edge.
She was desperate for to be fucked. She was desperate to suck. It was only normal. She stared at the man imploringly.
“My, my, aren’t you a horny little slut,” was all he said. He casually flicked her clit ring and her head arched back involuntarily.
For the next four hours the man treated Sara as a plaything.
He seemed to take pleasure in stroking her nipples just enough to avoid her coming. Each time he let her get closer, and closer, until surely she must orgasm – but no.
Next, he blindfolded her and she felt him attach something to the clit ring. As he let go she felt it fall and realised it must be a small, thin chain. The extra weight was nearly enough … but again, not quite. She heard him pad away from her, towards the bed. She heard a tiny clink of chain links. And then a sudden quick tension at her clit that made her jump, and writhe, and twist, wriggle all over again. The sounds she would have made if she could!
After a while she heard him approach. She thought about begging him, but how?
Use me … Please … Let me wrap my lips around you and suck you … Take me any way you want … I am your slut … Bend me over … Fuck me … I am your whore … I am your toy …
These were all the things Sara wanted to say, and the frustration of Mute suddenly hit her hard. She thrust out her breasts and tried, so hard, to speak with her body.
At that point, she felt a quick jingle of chains at each nipple, and the sudden tug of a new weight. Sara realised that she was now attached to his … leash? … at not one, but three points. At a sharp jerk of the chain she threw her head back in silent ecstasy. Again. And again. And again. For what seemed like hours, Sara realised this randomness introduced a whole new and delicious element to the game.
As she stood, quivering in frustration and heat, he lay in the bed and smoked. An occasional flick or jerk of the chain was all it took to drive her insane again. Blindfolded, she could anticipate nothing, and the sweet shock of these torments seemed completely random.
And in a brief lucid moment, she knew she was by no means in control here. And she loved it.
She wished she could have given him her remote control…
After some indeterminate time he released her arms and walked back to the bed, still holding the chain. A tug told her it was still firmly attached to her nipples and clit ring. She pulled off the blindfold. Looking down, she could see a simple but elegant locking device around one end of each nipple device. The three chains merged to a point about a foot away from her belly, and then to a single, longer chain.
A gentle tug became firmer and more insistent as the man drew her inexorably towards the bed.
“Time for you to perform, now, my little sex toy” said the man, with a gentle pull on her leash.
The words she had never been able to say scrolled through her. Use me … Please … Let me wrap my lips around you and suck you … Take me any way you want … I am your slut … Bend me over … Fuck me … I am your whore … I am your toy …
She sucked him and sucked him until he was dry, her tongue driving her own body crazy in a paroxysm of orgasms, every so often supplemented by the sharp tripartite jolt of the chain being tugged.
Around 10pm he told her to get dressed. “I have to go,” he said.
Sara nodded and held out her wrists for him to remove the cuffs. He simply laughed.
“As I said … a gift,” the man said. “They match your outfit so well. There is no key, in any case. You can have them cut off if you wish.” He shrugged. “In any case, if I see you again, I want you to be wearing them.”
She gestured at the chains still attached to her nipple and clit piercings, and raised her eyebrows.
“Another gift for a sex toy, although you may not wish to go out in public wearing those,” he laughed. “Of course, then again, you may.”
Automatically she reached to unlock the delicate chain from her right nipple – and reeled back in shock as the pain kicked in. “No Hands”, it seemed, was a universal instruction.
He glanced at her curiously.
Sara figured out a way to get dressed without the chain interfering too much. The easiest way was to run the lead chain out between buttons on her blouse. This left about six feet of thin chain to be hidden somewhere. She tucked it into a pocket and headed for the elevator.
Back in the bar she reflected on the events of the evening, or at least she tried to: the reality was that her constant state of arousal seemed, if anything, to be getting higher and higher. She wasn’t sure, but she thought the intensity of the waves had been steadily increasing this month. After nearly four hours of mind blowing sex she was still in heat. Sara squirmed on her stool as a memory of the man in the penthouse flashed through. She pulled the length of thin chain from her pocket and began to play with it, remembering … a quick surreptitious tug brought it all back in vivid flashback.
She needed more. Always On.
A new guy had come up and was standing right next to her. He stared at her chest intently, then his eyes took in the collar, and only then her face. She slowly parted her lips and licked them. A lift of the breasts and a direct gaze. A smile and a quick tilt of the head. Still smiling, she played gently with the collar’s ring. He was quick to understand.
She handed him the length of chain in her hand, willing him to know what she needed.