Designing Memories

After the sexual romping that Paul put Molly through to release the pent-up sexual energy he was surprised to have built up, he woke early from the deep slumber first and slid out to get breakfast going for them. Considering the weekend he looked forward to, he tossed on a kilt & shirt before heading to the kitchen to start some omelets.

As he finished plating the dishes, Paul turned to see his nude wife leaning on the door frame staring at him wearing nothing but a pained expression. “Hey, made breakfast. You okay, babe? I hope I didn’t push you too hard last night.”

“Heh,” Molly responded with a pained laugh, “I wish that were it; No, I think I got a migraine coming on.” Her sentence was punctuated by a rolling rumble rushing through their home causing them both to jump. “I guess that answers that,” she continued with a bit of a whine.

The bad weather change and pressure was about to trigger a deep migraine for her. “I’ll get you some caffeine; take some meds and get some rest, k?”

Rubbing her head and turning to return to bed, “thanks, hun.” Despite her pain, Paul couldn’t help but enjoy watching her nude form walk back to the bedroom.

After getting her setup and closing all the blackout curtains, Paul walked into his home office to do get caught up on some work while the meds let her recover. Putting in a few hours, he listened to the rain & thunder as he got at least closer to being on schedule, but he wasn’t going to toss his whole weekend to work.

Thinking back to other things he needed to do, a replay of last week started going through his head as a shiver ran down his back thinking of the overactive gadget. Shaking it out of his head, he focused on the assignment his trainer gave him to look for other vocal tracks to do the training of. Pulling up some of the old records of photos, videos, and other media of his & Molly’s activities over the years, he started looking for some of the recordings or scripts he used with her. Seeing the thumbnails of all the shots, he was still amazed about his partner’s willingness to try so many things and devotion to do so much for him while looking absolutely glorious. The rope work while she somehow still looked demure like a restrained goddess, the complete trust & submission as she kneels looking up at the camera with nothing but her collar on, the total bliss blasting through her makeup smeared face covered in sweat & bodily fluids over her torn dress and just small hits of early bruises on strategic spots as her eyes glow with that euphoric smile.

He can feel his kilt continue to rise going down memory lane but can’t quite find what he’s looking for. There were some videos and occasional sound snippets but hard to hear & mixed in with lots of other enjoyable background. He did find some of the scripts he had her do in the past, but no recording of them. One in particular reminded him of a few particular sessions; finding the audio recordings of it missing was not a surprise. It was one of Molly’s least favorite and particularly hard for her to get through. In fact, he remembered some very special motorized toys were required to even encourage her enough to get through it. He was pretty sure that was one she even safe worded on eventually and agreed not to keep that around or use it with her again. Out of everything they did, that was one that he regretted not helping her be more comfortable with it.

A heavy thunder rolled in from a recent lightning struck, briefly interrupting his stroll down BDSM memory lane. If he were honest with himself, he would see the long script she was **** to go through was early on and she far surpassed anything he could have ever expected. He could definitely remember how she sounded to it; the pole under his kilt could attest to that. Thinking about how his voice sounded with the spray, he could record it himself. He considered doing it today and while she would probably be out for several hours, he wasn’t sure if it would be long enough for his voice to revert. Instead, he set it up for first thing Monday morning so he could have it ready for Trainer Bill.

His mind going back to the motorized toys he used with Molly; his brain latched on to the new things Trainer Bill had shown him about the gadget yesterday. While part of him was enjoying the memory of the feeling, his analytic side was convincing him the interest was the technological features were particularly intriguing. Opening up the drawer, he put the gadget on his desk. Examining it closely, he could see the faint seam and seemed reminiscent of the plastic housing of some of the electronics he used to repair earlier in his career.

Grabbing some of his old tools, he cleared off his desk, set the pad down, and proceeded to see if he could take the gadget apart to see what makes it tick. The seal was extremely tight, but with nearly a half hour patience and determination, he was able to finally separate the halves without breaking the clips.

The inside showed a mash of a few battery cells, a motor, wires, contacts, and a sandwich of much more advanced circuit boards than he expected. Ensuring his camera was set up to get an overhead shot & recording, he slowly proceeded to deliberately dissect the pieces. Laying out the pieces on his desk in a flat plane, he could see some compromises made to get it into a small package and with it laid out as it was, he could see some other ways it could be reconfigured as is with more power without really using too many different parts.

Looking closer at some of the chips and pieces on the board, he had to look up part numbers on the web, but after a couple of hours, he had a good inventory of its hardware and configuration. There were at least a dozen different sensors including audio, orientation, and acceleration he had already experienced but even some additional ones like photovoltaic, temperature, oxygen, among others. There were some descent processors and memory, including a basic AI processor, but it was clear there had to be a fair amount of offloading to the cloud for a lot of the responses he had experienced. There was also the expected motor and dreaded contacts, but the multiple motors surprised him a bit. He was also impressed that the housing had a thin membrane where the contacts sat to allow for conduction, but still matched the other surface.

His brain immediately went to ways he could figure out to improve it. With a couple of ribbon cables, he could easily get it working in this orientation. The motors were relatively commodity low end; using slightly better motors of the same physical size could increase the responsiveness. Those could easily drain the batteries faster, but more cells could easily compensate for that. Even the charger was capable of more power.

However, with everything laid out like this, it fell into a natural triangle. Getting up and going to the cabinet he grabbed one of the gaffs, he took it back and laid it over the pieces. Even though it was all laid out, it looks like he could theoretically fit it into the shape of underwear rather than having this big, bulging device in his shorts.

It’d all look lumpy and potentially move around even if sewn in place, so that would never work. A hard casing would hold things and protect it, but it could cause lots of mobility issues or irritation. If he used something like latex or silicone, it could hold them with flexibility, but cooling could be an issue. It might be possible to hide something like that on costume piece or something, and Katie might have some insight, but... she still wasn’t thrilled to talk to Paul often. However, her suppliers Nico and Xane might have some good ideas!

Paul reached out to them over Skype chat to see if they would be interested in integrating electronics into a costume piece. As he was looking around for other options, he got a reply from Nico saying it sounded intriguing, but they aren’t doing business this weekend, so they can talk on Monday morning. Nico also volunteered Xane for more of the technical pieces with his background in electronics. Paul thought this could be an interesting idea for all sorts of possibilities. It looked like there might even be some IO ports he could expand on to integrate speakers, motors, or other items to and get some really interesting cyborg costume ideas going.

With everything laid out on his desk, he took some more detailed still shots in preparation for Monday before assembling everything back. It took almost another hour getting this exactly the way it had been and slowly resealing the case, but before too long it was fully back to the way it was and ready to use. Putting everything else away, he went to go check on his wife.

He was glad to find Molly slightly stirring in bed. Coming around to her side of the bed to see if her eyes were open yet or not, he was rewarded with sparkling brown eyes blinking with a smile as he came around. “Morning, sleeping beauty; or, afternoon.”

“Uh, is it really that late,” she groaned.

“Ya, ‘fraid so.”

“Mmm, although,” she said while looking up his legs past his knees, “if I could wake up more often looking up Master’s kilt, I could almost get used to the migraines.”

Taking a step forward and leaning over a bit, the kilt’s hem falling above her nose, “oh really? You think that’s worth it?”

Gasping, she started moving her hands to reach out as she stared up to find only his tip, “yes, Master.” However, her stomach growled at the same moment loud enough for them both to chuckle a bit.

“Hungry, I see?”

Gripping his cock, she rubbed up & down it, “yes, Master.”

Finding the strength to take a step back, “perhaps something with a bit more substance before a desert, slut.”

Pouting she replied, “yes, Master,” as her hand fell empty onto the bed.

“I’ll get together a small lunch, while you get up.”

Groaning, “yes, Master.”

“Toss out the attitude & be a good girl, and maybe you’ll get a treat.”

Perking up eagerly, she quickly responded with a chipper, “yes, Sir!”

Paul left with a laugh and set up a simple salmon salad for them and finished plating just in time to hear a distinctive click on the hard floor. Slowly moving his head up, he was greeted with the site of his wife in nothing but a pair of simple spiked heels. His other head slowly moved up hearing each click of each step. Paul had to dig deep as he handed her a plate, “let’s eat.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied with a smile as she swung her hips to the table and sat in her chair, crossing her knees as he approached. He turned on some quiet music just to avoid having to trying to fill the silence as they sat and ate.

Even with the beautiful distraction, he somehow finished his lunch without tossing the table out of the way and using her available body.

“Thank you for this, Sir. I think I was really lacking sustenance & it was delicious,” she commented as she finished.

“Glad you liked it, babe,” Paul replied as he stood up to retrieve the plates to clear the table.

As he stood neck to her, she slid her hand up his exposed inner thigh, “was I good enough girl to get desert, Master?” She asked with bated breath as she looked up through blinking lashes, uncrossing her legs.

Looking down at the site below him and remember all the pictures from before and a flood of decades of scenes flushed through his mind, he tossed the dirty plates on the table. Reaching a hand behind her head, he gripped her short hair and pulled his head up to face him, replying with a simple “maybe,” as he pulled her to her feet by her hair and nearly dragged her to the living room. His cock twitching with the sound of her every step, his blood and hormones were racing as he tossed her over the back of the loveseat.

Positioning himself behind her, he used his knees to spread her thighs. When he felt her feet were far enough apart, he squated down behind her and began lapping at her labia. He could hear her mumbling from afar, “i am sexy... i am beautiful...” Her wetness and swelling her so high, Paul’s nose was nearly drenched in her juices in a few seconds.

Sensing her eager readiness, Paul quickly stood up and tossed his kilt over her ass. Rubbing the tip of his cock along her pussy lips, he could feel her quiver and just barely make out from her, “i am a good girl...” Sliding his cock slowly into her, he heard her “it’s okay to be a slut,” but he didn’t even catch himself mouthing along with her.

Picking up his pace quickly, her pronouncements became louder if less enunciated, “gud grls enjoi plezing uthers.” If either of them was more aware of their surroundings, they may have even heard him whisper along with her, “good girls love to cum.” With only a few more strokes, she was quickly pushed over the first cliff of her orgasms and continued to ride him as he pounded into her and she shouted out, “I wanna be a good slut!” Paul increased his thrusting to a feverish pace as she took severely panting breathes before mindlessly continuing, “cum sluts luv pleasure.” Paul pushed her over the edge yet again as he mouthed with her pronouncement, “I am a good cum slut!” Feeling her cunt flexing around his cock sent him over the edge and began exploding into her.

Molly could barely register an explosion deep inside her through the fog of her brain, but she pieced enough together to realize her Master had just released cum into her. Gently pushing back on him with her ass to get him to step back to give her just enough room, she spins around to her knees as she robotically says, “good girls love cum.” Devouring his cock deep into her mouth and sucks down its remaining content like an animal that hasn’t feed in weeks.

Looking down to see bobbing under his skirt, Paul can barely keep his balance as she empties him completely. Feeling her not stopping, but realizing his sensitivity is about to go beyond his limits, he grips her hair and pulls her back off it. Only briefly registering her whimper but seeing the lust on her face, he pulls her up by her hair as she gets her feet under her. He can see the beautiful distant stare as she pants trying to catch her breath with very few things going through her head still recovering from the quick orgasms, lingering meds, and sudden movements.

Entranced and excited by her mindless, animallistic, lust-filled expression, Paul pulls her face down to his and kisses her deeply. Their tongues twisting together and dancing through each other's mouths. Paul’s touch and taste sense are assaulted with a rather new experience and doesn’t quite register what it is, but riding high from their mutual orgasm, he enjoys the new sensations and wraps the slightly savior texture in with all the sudden experience.

As they’re deep make-out session continues, Molly feels his slightly hard cock pressing through his kilt into her bare thigh, bends down to reach under his less-than-standard-length kilt, and begins massaging her Master’s rod. Her senses are assaulted by the sweet smell of his musk on his lips, and she is encouraged to work harder to achieve even more rewards of his nectar.

Before long they find themselves back in the bedroom and resting after a thorough plowing of her from behind. They spend Sunday as a leisure day down Shibari memory lane. She’s thrilled to be experiencing the joy of the binds against her skin, but she’s surprised that the thought has come back to him apparently so randomly. In the end, Molly plays it little mind and just enjoys being lost in his control as a model of his hemp art skills.