Its a pleasure

Lucy stared at the screen in confusion. She hadn't typed that. Slowly, as if it was going to jump at her, she reached her hand to pick up her phone. She held it a little further away than usual. The text remained on the screen. After a moment, Lucy let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She chuckled to herself. "What was in those drinks?" Relaxing she looked at the closet door which hung ajar. She must have forgotten to close it all the way. Another buzz from her phone called her attention. Lucy immediately tensed up again. The text had changed. "You aren't that drunk." She was really confused now. Before giving it a second though she said aloud. "How would you know that?" To her horror and amazement, the text was deleted and more typed itself as a replacement. "We know a lot about you. We can sense your emotions, health and more." Lucy stared at the screen bewildered. "Why would you need to know all that?" New text appeared. "To bring you pleasure. We can't very well please you correctly if you're sick or unhappy and we don't know."

Please her? Lucy was very confused now. There was some kind of consciousness possessing her phone and claiming to know almost everything important about her so it could. . . please her? "This is insane." She thought inwardly. "What do you mean please me?" More text. "In every way we can. Mostly sexually. However, other physical needs exist that we can meet." Sexually? This had to be a joke. If it was real there was no way it wasn't malicious. "Why should I believe you? Why would you want to do this in the first place?" The phone remained unchanged for a moment and some rustling came from her closet again. "We are sustained by pleasure. Any kind of pleasure is suitable. But sexual pleasure it quite abundant and easy to come by given the right technique." Sarah kept an ear out for the rustling before asking her next question. "You mentioned physical needs being met. What about emotional?" The new text appeared quickly. "We can be a friend. But there are certain, deeper needs everyone has. Do you remember the woman you met earlier? The one with the blue top." Lucy remembered her distinctly. "Yes. Sarah. What does any of this have to do with her?"

The phone seemed to hesitate before answering. "We initially came from her. How do you think you ran into her? We arranged for her to meet you so you could fulfill each other's emotional needs." Lucy laughed mirthfully. "You're kidding. You played match maker? You orchestrated our meeting. What's next? Are you going to tell me you made the buttons pop on her top too?" Text typed itself. "Guilty as charged. We made her go to that restaurant, run into you and yes, we popped the button to give you that glimpse you liked so much."

Lucy stared at the phone incredulously. It had the details of her encounter. Maybe it could read her mind like it claimed it read her emotions. This could get dangerous. She liked that. Lucy bit her the side of her lip and glanced at the phone. "If you're so smart. Then prove it. Show me what would bring me pleasure."

There wasn't a response from the phone. Instead, her bra unhooked itself and her panties **** her ass into the air! "Woah!" Lucy cried in surprise. Her panties worked their way down her legs quickly, wasting no time. From her closet burst a pair of fishnet stockings and a fishnet top.

The stockings ran and jumped on Lucy, straddling her and using the end where her feet would go to pin her arms down. "Holy shit!" She exclaimed. She wasn't unaware of enchantments that could possess objects. Often, high end restaurants with money to spare will hire a mage to enchant their plates and cutlery to clean themselves when placed in a sink or washer. "Why does it feel like these things actually have weight?!" She asked. No response came as the fishnet top began to work itself over her head.

The top stretched the shoulders down to **** her arms into the sleeves. With the top now on Lucy felt her arms being **** behind her back. She kicked her legs trying to roll over or do anything but the top held her firmly on her stomach. The stockings wrapped it's legs around Lucy's and bent over to slide up her legs.

Lucy tried to keep kicking her legs as the stockings slid up but found herself losing control the higher they went. "This is weird. It's like bondage but not." She said. Suddenly she was **** to her feet and her hands her tangled in her hair as she was **** to strike a pose with one leg sticking out and her back arched. Lucy tried to look down but her fingers were made to wrap and tangle and clench in her hair making any head movement impossible. two pairs of cuffs flew from underneath her bed and Lucy was walked to the living room and put on the couch. Make up flew in from the bathroom and began applying itself to her face. She watched black lipstick, eye lashes and hair ties all went to work on her.

When the makeup finished it flew away and she was **** to lay on her stomach. One end of each cuff wrapped around each of her wrists and brought her arms behind her back. The stockings **** her knees to bend and stick her feet into the air where the other end of each cuff wrapped around her ankles. Her phone flew down and turned with the camera facing her. She kept an even expression and waited for what was next. The screen turned to face her and she watched on helplessly as the video was sent to Sarah followed by a text that said. "Just wait for the weekend. It's going to be a blast for both of you."

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