Gadget training

The next morning, Molly woke up and turned to start necking with Paul. As he began to roll over to grope her, she moans, “oooo... siir... I so wish I could.”

He runs his fingers through her hair, “oh?”

“mmmm..... fuckin’ meeting; I gotta go now or I’ll be late,” she whimpered as she slid out of the bed.

“very well, little one. Knock ‘em dead.”

“Yes, Sir!” she giggles as she heads for the closet.

Paul tosses on some shorts & tank, and heads to the kitchen to get them some breakfast.

“Wish me luck!” Molly announces as she passes by the kitchen.

“Damn! I said knock ‘em dead, but I didn’t mean literally,” Paul exclaims noting her short, red fit & flare summer dress.

“Well, I am a good girl who aims to please her Master,” she giggles.

He hands her the yogurt and fresh fruit parfait as he grabs her around the waist and kisses her neck, “going a bit casual today?”

“It is ‘casual Friday’, but the dress & matching dress heels keeps it presentable & professional.”

Grabbing her ass through the dress, “Matching heels, bright red dress; matching underwear?”

Smiling she shakes her head, “uh-uh.”

Paul reached down and pulled up under skirt feeling her bare ass, and they both smiled each other with their eyes locked, “bra match the panties?”

“uh-huh”

He slid his fingers forward into her wet slit, “goood girl.”

Molly moaned and pressed down into her finger.

“However,” he continued, “you can’t be late.” Pulling her dress up to expose her back as he looked down her bare cleavage. “Get to work, slut,” he emphasized with a swat to her ass.

With a yelp, “yes, Master,” she strutted out the door.

Paul headed to his office to get to work.

As the training window approached, Paul got out his vest and sandals to put them on, setup the laptop, and then opened the drawer holding the Gadget.

Paul just stared at like some sort of violent weapon. Almost as if it were going to suddenly become animate and leap out to attack him like a serpent lying in wait.

For several pulses he just stared at this thing trying to figure out if he’s made a mistake. Is he going too far with this? Is this really worth what a party? Is this really helping out Molly? Is there another way to do this?

Echoing through Paul’s mind is the critique: “Paul, you are overthinking things. Just do it.” He’d heard it over and over and over again. He stopped and analyze, plan things to nth degrees, take time to sleep and evaluate thing,

Paul interrupts his inner dialogue with “Fuck it”, grabs the damn tool, shoves in his shorts, and went to get setup.

Paul tries to put the Gadget out of his mind and just get into position and doesn’t have long to wait until the remote session starts.

“Ah, hello, Paul. How goes?” Bill is a little disappointed not to see the Gadget in front of him like it was yesterday. He’s wondering if he’s pushed Paul too far with this and maybe stepped over a line. It's just frustrating that it is one of the most effective learning aides, but can be so sexual in nature. Maybe he can reason with him to bring it back in.

“uh, hi, Trainer Bill. I’m ready for the session.”

“Um, perhaps, but I don’t see the gadget. Is there a problem with it?”

“oh, uh, no, Trainer Bill,” Paul moves his hand in front of his crotch embarrassed and thinking his coming off as too eager and maybe stepped over a line. “I, uh, already slide it in. I thought it was supposed.”

Bill looks at him really questioning his voracity and Paul is worried that he thinks some sort of a freak now and tries to look down and away.

Suddenly, Paul feels two short buzzes and looks up at the screen, “yes, Trainer Bill?”

Bill is visibly shocked as obviously trigger the Gadget really did get Paul’s attention, “no, no. That’s very good. I wasn’t sure that if you had rejected it and was going to have conflict again today, but I’m glad to see you recognize the value of my guidance.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill.”

“K, lets get through the stretches and go from there.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” and Paul jumps through rotations. Paul hadn’t turned on his ear buds, so Bill had just been talking to him, but he realized the praise and critique seemed to not be having the responses in the past. Paul is doing what’s ‘right’, but not really striving to excel.

As they got ready for the treadmill, Bill decided to broach the topic of the voice and consider implementing more of the Gadget’s functionality, “Paul, before you start walking, I wanted to ask you about your vocal training.”

Paul stopped and turned to face the camera, “yes, Trainer Bill?”

“Well, you’ve been listening, but have you actually be practicing it? Have you implemented any lessons?”

“No, Trainer Bill, not yet.”

“Would you like some help with that?”

“Um, if you think you can, Trainer Bill, I would love assistance with that.”

“What I was planning was that you practice the voice and since I can’t really stop you or the recording, I can give encouraging pulses via the Gadget as you do well on it,” Bill began.

Paul responded tentatively wondering where this is going. “Yes, Trainer Bill.”

“but, there is another function we can use. A small shock can be administered to discourage mistakes or get you back on track.”

Paul’s eyes got as large as saucers, “that may a bit much, Trainer Bill...”

“Look you and I both know there is often a sexual component to things like the Gadget but our relationship is anything but that. However, this is a useful tool with very specific functionality that’s whole premise is breaking beyond the superego & ego to utilize the id to help identify wanted and unwanted behavior.”

Bill paused for a minute to try to let the diatribe sink in before he continued.

“You’re looking to pass and be convincing in the roll. And while outfit, movement, and stance are all important in conveying that, you also need to ensure that reactions, speech, and habits don’t betray the illusion. Things that don’t require focus or thought will trip you up just as easily as swaggering in like a cowboy.”

Paul chuckled a little at that.

“I’m serious. I’m not trying to control you or manipulate you, but if you really want to do this right, you and I both know things like this can be very effective. And we can agree its just a training aide, I think it can help you out a lot.”

Paul contemplated it a lot and realized it is just something to fool and train his head. Nothing else to it. “Yes, Trainer Bill, I see what you’re saying and I would like the help getting the intonations and habits right.”

“Okay, I’ll use the two short buzzes like before to get your attention,” which Bill triggered.

“Yes, Trainer Bill.”

“And I give it a long solid pulse for doing well,” again another demonstration.

Paul actually had to close his eyes and stifle back a moan for a moment as he wasn’t expecting it. “Yes, Trainer Bill.”

Bill then gave a heavy sigh, “and again, just for negative reinforcements, there is a small jolt,” which he quickly demonstrated.

Paul jumped a bit and tried to stop a yelp only to have it come out as a squeak before clearing his throat, “yes, Trainer Bill.” Paul thought it wasn’t really that bad but would be a good discouragement.

“Okay, why don’t you turn on the vocal track and start to emulate her speech and we can try it out.”

“yes, Trainer Bill.” Paul put in the ear buds and as the dialogue started he closed his eyes and tried to copy the inflection, tone, and raise his pitch to match.

Bill for his part was a little worried he bit off more than he could chew as he heard Paul’s voice bad falsetto coming out. Then Bill was gob smacked by what he was hearing.

Bill sat there open mouth for a bit before pulling himself together and signaling the Gadget to get Paul’s attention.

Paul abruptly stopped the play and looked at Bill, “yes, Trainer Bill?”

“Um, Paul, did you ask Molly to record this for your training?”

“Oh, no, Trainer Bill, this was a recording had from her from a while back. It was the only recording I could find of her speaking and I figured it was easier than asking her to setup recording equipment and do it again.”

“Wasn’t this part of her early training?”

“Huh? Yea, I guess it was, Trainer Bill. I just still have it around to play during sessions sometimes. Helps get her in the mood.”

Bill knew exactly what these were words were from and knew how the recording went. Molly had played it for him very early on to show him the type of stuff the were into and what she enjoyed.

“And this is what you wanted to use to learn a woman’s speech pattern?”

“I figured it was as good as any, Trainer Bill. Is there a problem?”

“No,” Bill shook his head, “not at the moment. I guess lets do it again.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul responded as he started the recording back up.

She is beautiful. She is wonderful. She is sexy. She is powerful.

She should enjoy pleasure from her body. She should enjoy giving pleasure to me.

Bill buzzed to get his attention again.

“Yes, Trainer Bill? Was something wrong?”

“Uh, Paul, that’s not what she’s saying is it.”

“Yes, it is, Trainer Bill. I can try playing it on speaker if you need.”

“No, Paul, those are the *exact* words she’s saying, is it? She’s not using the third person; she’s referring to herself in the first person. If its not the exact same syllables and words, how can you really practice the inflection right?”

Paul didn’t think about how obvious that was. “um, no, I guess you’re right, Trainer Bill.”

“K. Lets try it again, but use the exact words in the recording to try to mimic her inflection and tone.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill.” And Paul started again:

I am beautiful. I am wonderful. <buzz> I am sexy. I am powerful.
I should enjoy pleasure from my own body. I should enjoy giving pleasure to my partner.

Bill zapped him as Paul started to tapper off at the last part. Some what because he knew what was coming and somewhat because he was reconsidering, but the jolt brought him back to focus.

I am a good girl. <buzz> Its okay to be a slut.
good girls enjoy pleasing themselves. good girls enjoy pleasing others. <buzz>
good girls love to cum. good girls love cum.

Paul then stopped as he opened his eyes and Bill appeared to be reviewing some document on his desk. Bill realized he stopped and zapped the app without even looking up and Paul sort of cringed and barred it.

“Uh, Trainer Bill.”

Bill looked up, “I didn’t buzz you to stop.”

“No, Trainer Bill, I’m just not sure...”

“Not sure?!?” Bill asked irritated at his lack of determination yet again.

“I’m not sure this is the right recording...”

“LOOK!! PAUL! Yet again you’re getting cold feet just because you chose to take an easy way out and use an old recording. Time is ticking away AGAIN and you’re trying to push back just because of some phrases. It's just WORDS,” Bill emphatically admonishes him.

“YOU laid this bed and YOU don’t have time to waste! Just say the words she says and lets get on with this.”

“uh... really... I don’t...” <zap> Paul whimpers at the shock and stares at him in fear.

“I better not here ‘I don’t know’ out of you or ‘I’m not sure’ again if you’re doing this training. No get back on track and follow her words.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill.” <buzz> As he starts again:

I am beautiful. I am wonderful. I am sexy. I am powerful. <buzz>
I should enjoy pleasure from my own body. I should enjoy giving pleasure to my partner.

Paul continues to push through just trying to parrot and repeat what & how she’s saying it.

I am a good girl. Its okay to be a slut. <buzz>
good girls enjoy pleasing themselves. good girls enjoy pleasing others. <buzz>
good girls love to cum. good girls love cum.

Bill focuses on Paul for the next part, but Paul only briefly opens his eyes & shuts them to hide himself as he sees Bill’s eyes focus on him.

good girls love to cum. <buzz> good girls love cum.
I want to be a good slut. cum sluts love pleasure. <buzz> I am a good cum slut

Paul then opened his eyes as the words looped but she continued to escalate her energy. Bill had returned back to his paperwork with his finger on the app.

Paul continued to follow the words trying to mimic her inflection as it got hotter and more enthusiastic. He could remember watching her masturbate as he recorded this. Teasing herself to get closer and closer to orgasm.

Paul could feel his cock getting stiffer against the Gadget as his memories of her getting closer and closer to orgasm played through his mind as her voice relayed the urgency. Id or not, the encouragement kept getting him harder & harder, tightening against even his loose running shorts.

Just then, doorbell rang.

Paul glanced over at the camera view across the room.

“Who is that, Paulie?”

Paul bursts out between phrases, “a package delivery, Trainer Bill.”

“Very well. Go get it, but ensure your gate is correct and let me hear you keep practicing your vocals.” Bill could tell it was going to need all the recitations he could get through.

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul responded as he continued parroting as he struted down the hall to the front door.

As he pulled the door open to grab the package, Paul was surprised to see the delivery guy still standing there holding the package.

Paul froze as the deliver guy looked him up and down in his “training” outfit and non-pulsed asked, “you, Paul?”

Clearing his throat Paul responded, “uh, yes.” Bill couldn’t make out what he was saying but zapped him when he heard the low pitch.

“Good, I need you to sign here.”

Paul recovered but missed where he pointed, “uh, where?” <ZAP> Bill sent a stronger pulse hearing him still doing it wrong. Causing Paul to lean on the door frame to catch himself.

The delivery guy wasn’t sure this was some shtick by a pervert, or a prank from someone in dispatch, but he was ready to be done.

“Just sign.” Paul quickly chicken scratched a signature.

Seeing the heels and the guy nearly falling at the door, he wasn’t sure if this guy was even healthy. “You need me to bring it in for you?”

“Uh, no.” Paul quickly replied only to get a <ZAP, ZAP, ZAP>

“I’m sorry what was that?”

Paul quickly raised his pitched and said “I got it,” as he grabbed the box to bring it in.

The delivery driver chuckled “yes, ma’am,” as a long <BUZZZZZ> hit Paul & triggered a moan as the door closed.

Paul quickly walked back down the hall ignoring the recorded orgasmic moans in his ear. Another <ZAP> hit him as he entered the room and nearly dropped the box.

Setting the box down, he stopped the recording and burst out, “what was that for??”

<ZAP ZAP ZAP> Causing Paul to bend over and fall to his knees.

“*I* told you to practice your intonation and I hear you talking in your normal voice when you think you’re out of earshot,” Bill berates him, his face turning red. “THEN after I encourage you for fixing it, you just stop COMPLETELY on the way back. NOW you have the AUDACITY to SHOUT at *ME*!!! WHAT THE FUCK???”

“it wasn’t contactless....” Paul says panting on the floor.

“What did you say??” Bill says hand on the zap right to send.

“I said...” Paul looks up furious, “it wasn’t a CONTACTLESS delivery!! There was a fucking delivery guy there!!!!”

“Oh”

Paul slowly catches his breath and sits back reflexively with his knees stretched out as he looks up at the screen.

“Oh..... trainer bill?” Paul replies a bit snidely.

“Fair enough”

Paul cocks his head at him calming down.

“Okay, I was probably a bit aggressive at the zaps there, but do you understand the motivations?”

“Yes, I get it, trainer Bill. Very....uh... effective.”

“Look, we haven’t practiced the treadmill, why don’t we do a few minutes there, and you can practice your vocals only there, k?”

“Yes, Trainer Bill.”

Paul then stands up and proceeds to treadmill and continues reciting Molly’s mantra.

Bill uses the gadget to periodic encouragement and only occasional corrections, only interrupting the process once. He still doesn’t feel it's really communicating well enough and hopes the new outfits will help with being able to see things better, but he’s not going to broach that subject now and just wait until after the weekend.

Returning to the close out position, Bill starts off, “I think you’ve really made some great strides today and accepting the new learning tool will accelerating things a lot. It was a good start on your vocal training for the first time actually saying the words, but you’ll need to really keep working on the pitch and intonations. Might want to look for other resources to help with that.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill”

“Anyway, good work this week, make sure you charge the Gadget, and will see you on Monday.”

“Bye, Trainer Bill.”

As the call disconnect Paul rips the gadget out of his pants and sets on the desk like some alien device. He’s not sure to be in awe of its tech and power, afraid of it, or enjoy it.

Putting his shoes and vest away, he slides the new package out of the way to look at later, and turns to leave. Seeing the gadget still on the desk he goes back to toss it in the drawer.

Seeing it sitting with the USB-C charge port staring up at him just taunting to leave it, he grabs a quick cable and feeds it into the drawer and shuts it so he doesn’t have think about it.

Paul goes to work in the kitchen but feels really keyed up.

As he looks around the kitchen, he remembers back to the morning and the outfit that Molly left in. Looking at the time he realizes the training ran long and he has a lot of pent-up energy to expend, and not enough time to properly cook.

Paul pulls up a menu for the local Asian restaurant and orders up a feast for them. He then goes to change into some shorts and nice shirt to wait for Molly to come home running through all sorts of ideas of to do to her.

However, he didn’t have long to wait for Molly as she soon came in the door, “hey, hun, I’m home!”

Grinning, he walks up to her and grabs into a strong embrace as he forcefully kisses her.

She drops her bags on the ground and goes to wrap her arms around him, but he breaks away the kiss by pulling her head back with a fist full of hair.

Wordlessly he drags her over to the kitchen and unceremoniously bends her over the counter. Kicking her legs apart a bit, he pulls down his shorts letting his stiff rod bounce out. Her dress is so short he doesn’t even have to move the skirt out of the way to rob his cock along her slit.

Still trying to catch her breath she looks behind him just long enough to make eye contact as he shoves his cock deep into her cunt as she throws her head forward in a scream.

He then proceeds to pound away at her pussy with a feverish pitch, “are you a good girl?”

“yes, Sir.”

POUND POUND POUND, “a good slut?”

“Yes, Sir.”

POUND POUND POUND POUND “a good cum slut?”

“Yes, Master, immagudcumslut,” she blurts out.

“Did you enjoy dressing like a slut under your sweet little dress for your presentation?”

She reaches up to get ahold of the counter to push back against his thrust, “yes, does it please you, Master?”

“Such a good slut,” she moans throwing herself into his cock. “Did enjoy knowing that just the wrong step up there in front of everyone and they’d see My slut for who she was?”

“Ohgod, yes, Master,” she continues pushing hard and faster as he slows down a bit.

“Did you enjoy knowing how you would be pleasing any perverts that tried to sneak a look at your beautiful body? giving them wank materials later?”

She tried to push faster and harder to encourage him to complete knowing what he wanted to hear, “God, yes, Master, I luvbeinurcumslut,” she quickened the pace trying to get him to completion.

Paul immediately started pounding her harder as he began to release his sperm into her.

Molly could feel him beginning to flood her and on his next backstroke, immediately spun around to her knees and began sucking down his cock relishing in their juices and sucking down his gift. Shoving her hand down between her spread legs, she played with her exposed clit under her short dress.

Looking down at her suckling on his cock, he commanded, “show me your tits, slut.”

Reaching up with her free hand, she barely had to move her dress to pop out her exposed breast while she continued to get every ounce from him she could.

She locked eyes with him as the pressure began to build in her.

He reached down and stroked the side of her hair as she closed her eyes & moaned as she leaned into him.

“cum, slut”

And Molly exploded; sucking him deep into her, she fingered herself with abandonment as the wave of blissful pleasure careened over her body.

As he could feel her slowly come down, he pulled her head off his cock as she gasped for air she didn’t realize she was missing.

He pulled her up by her hair as she scrambled to balance on her heels. As he fixed his shorts, she whimpered a bit seeing his cock go away.

With her standing up, he pulled her head back to attack her prone neck while he slid her barely useful dress down her body.

Leaving the dress in a puddle on the floor, he grasped her wrist and guided her to the living room. Tossing a floor pillow in front of him, he sat down on the seat and motioned for her to down after her.

Curling up at his feet, she purred her contentment, “thank you for that, Master. i hope this slut pleased you.”

“You did good, girl.”

Just then the doorbell rang, “ah! That would be dinner”

Realizing there would be someone at the door, she scampered back to try to hide behind the coffee table as it was a straight view from the front door.

With the food in hand, he turned back to see her pop her head up over the table as the door closed with a thud.

“Worried about being exposed and someone seeing you?” Paul teased

“Sir, you know I don’t like someone seeing me nude,” she whined.

“You wear those short skirts commando for me,” he argued.

She blushes, “well, ya, but only you know that, Master. And if a perv looks up, it's not like they’re going to call me on it.”

Paul chuckles a bit and silently thinks about how often she has inadvertently flashed people & if she would be thrilled by that or if her fears would torment her after the fact.

Regardless, he was going to enjoy this evening with his slut and make her crave this feast.