Calibration

The Doctor called upon a car which arrived three and half minutes later. The self-driving share vehicle was of a simple, safety conscious shape, very nearly a dome of glass and metal on wheels. It glided over the road in silence as you sat within the Doctor’s warm lap in its climate controlled cabin. You noticed her overall body temperature had dropped, predictable due to her no longer exerting herself so much. But she remained somewhat more heated than her average resting baseline. You were roosted, nestled nearly, at her warmest zone. She didn’t speak on the ride though, and you deigned to accompany her in silence as she watched the lampposts go by beyond the windows.

Doctor Isaac lived in a modern apartment complex, midfloor of the tall tower. As you scanned the interior, its polished hardwood floors and smooth white walls gleaming, you categorized it as rather sizeable for a single occupant. One side of the apartment was floor to ceiling glass and overlooked a good portion of the glittering city below, and the living space was furnished with elegant, minimalist designs of dark grey tables and a black sofa set. The young Doctor was well off then… but she did share the apartment with another. There was a large kitchen, two bedrooms and three bathrooms, from your quickly drawn up floorplan. Both bedrooms were obviously lived in, although right now Isabelle’s roommate was not home.

You didn’t get a tour yet, not that you needed one, and was brought into the Doctor’s room once she shut the apartment door behind her. It was slightly smaller than the other bedroom, but appeared to have a bigger closet space. Doctor Isaac didn’t linger after kicking off her heels and took you into her ensuite. You found yourself placed on a soap holder embedded into the wall just above a polished ceramic bathtub. She began undressing, tossing her sweater into a hamper in the corner then wriggling out of her dress. Even though she seemed hurried, the sight of her shimmying hips as she worked the dress down her body was something you couldn’t help keenly observing. You recognized many forms of sensuality by observing the doctor. She seemed to simply move with that alluring grace without trying to.

She had not been wearing a brassiere, which you already knew. Her breasts jiggled with her movements to get the dress aside, small pink nipples revealed to you, and for a second she was standing topless in a pair of dark stockings over her pale purple underwear. You wondered if such a small piece of cloth, wedged up into the valleys between her swells, would be uncomfortable, not that you had any personal sense of what discomfort really meant. It all seemed so very… tight… clinging to the doctor’s form like that.

She rolled her stockings down in that same, impatient way, absently squeezing it when she balled the stretched material into her hand. When she finally peeled her panties away you saw the doctor was completely clean shaven. Waxed perhaps. Or permanently lasered. There were many options for hair removal that Doctor Isaac could have employed and now she was approaching you in the bathtub and although you didn’t have a heartbeat there seemed to be some strange throbbing sensation that pulsed across your neural mesh and turned your forefront thought processing to become somewhat of an overlong run-on stream of anxious messaging.

She pressed a hand into the wall just above the You holder and a hidden cabinet clicked open. There were a number of objects inside, made from glass, steel, medical-grade silicone, or smooth hardwood. Some contained motorised internal components and could be powered, some were not. All were waterproof. The doctor fished out one of the medium sized shapes then shut the cabinet. This one was made of an advanced silicone polymer, and while it was of some length, would be very aptly described as flaccid. That is, until the doctor turned a sort of dial on it’s flared base and the phallus swelled and straightened, like air filling a balloon. The sex toy was the shape of a human male’s penis and a mostly opaque white, with some blue accents on its ridges. Isabelle had climbed into the empty bathtub now, sighing at the coolness of the porcelain on her skin, voice softly echoing off the bathroom tiles.

“Still with me, Gus?” she asked, your unblinking eye forever watching her.

“Yes, Isabelle,” you replied flatly.

“I want you to connect to this device,” she said, holding the dildo up to provide your sensor with a closer view even though you already knew every inch of it. You reached out then, via your wireless receptors, and was able to hook into the steady signal the ‘device’ in her hand emitted. When you assumed control of it, the communication protocols not requiring much translation at all, a gentle blue glow bloomed from the core of the phallus.

You were able to mark a new score now, one you could also amplify through your Wavelength. Having witnessed different chemical responses from the doctor after observing her through ‘dancing’, you updated her attunement scores towards you. Different categories were required now.

===Doctor Isaac, Isabelle:

AFFECTION: 43(+1)

LUST: 1(+1)

Viewable under the semitransparent white surface was a faint web of glowing blue fibres, branching through the entire shaft. You could exercise full control of this advanced vibrator, and tested a few the top listed functions in its command list. The first was a simple pulse mode that you could switch on, and Isabelle smiled as she felt the artificial penis throb in her grip in two second intervals. You quickly switched to the next setting, a continuous, mild vibration which made the bulbous tip of the thing jiggle in a rather humorous way, at least to your mind. The doctor simply held her smile. You noted that there were a swath of different preset modes like this, and even the ability to make the toy shrink and swell to various degrees, and also to increase or decrease its density. Its hardness. You whirled through a half a dozen more tests before affirming your familiarity with the device.

“I am connected, and calibrated,” you announced. “What would you like me to do?”

She smiled.

===Doctor Isaac, Isabelle:

AFFECTION: 44(+1)

LUST: 4(+3)