Joss wakes up

I know, in the back of my mind, that I'm not meant to feel this need. I've never sprawled myself out on my couch and worked myself over and over, even if every climax is amazing. I also know, in the back of my mind, that I should be trying to focus on the noises emanating from my phone, but I can't tear my mind away from my hands trying desperately to find a cure to the tense heat inside me. I concentrate the little any attention I can spare on trying to determine who is talking on the phone.

"Ugh, my head. Stefanie?" Hearing a bleary sounding Joss say name gives me a moment of clarity from my arousal, like an electric shock. I manage to stop my hands for a moment by sitting on one, while the other holds my jaw, as if massaging it will get me some kind of control back.

"Ghosgh! Waght herh huck?!"

"Oh. Right." He's coming to.

The phantom cock slides out of my mouth but I still can't close it. Next, my arousal drops in an uncomfortable instant. The feeling isn't satisfying and my urges didn't fade - they just disappeared, leaving a void. The clarity and self awareness I'm left with is just as uncomfortable. I look down at myself, sprawled across the couch with drool down my face, neck and between my breasts. My yoga pants are soaked through from my arousal. The sight of myself I recover to goes some way to explain why I have never been thirstier.

"Eugh! Arghg!" I try to express my frustration as best as I can with my mouth pinned open.

"Hold on, hold on!"

"Hosh ghat gher ghuck ish -- wrong with you?!" My mouth relaxed half way through my sentence, followed quickly by my muscles below. I'm pretty sure I'm back in control. "Josh you asshole, what was that?!" I check the clock and it's half past midnight. I've been in this loop for hours!

"That was so much fun." I can hear his stretch through the call. "I could get--"

"No Joshua, it fucking wasn't. I'm not a toy, and I'm certainly not yours to mess around with."

"Stefanie, I wouldn't be so sure of that."

The blood rushes to my face as I think about what he said, and how he said it. "What are you talking about?"

"What are you going to do about it? I know about the toy's limitations, or lack thereof. Your only move is to have your chip removed, which we both know isn't going to happen. What would you tell the police? That a Canadian man is controlling your vajayjay from space?"

"First, don't call it that. Secondly," my voice trailed off as I contemplated my retaliation. He's right.

"That's what I thought. I may not own you, but I own the exciting parts of you, and I'm going to make sure you regret the day you broke up with me."

"You have no righgggh--" I try to argue with him but find a tightness in my lips compete with my words. Gradually, my lips **** my mouth shut until I can only make muffled noises through my nose. "MMMhhhhh!!!" I scream in frustration.

"Aperture, 0." He says, as if he's observing a science experiment. "I remember something funny about that word, but I can't put my finger on it. Anyway, I decided that it's time for you to listen, rather than talk for a change."

"Mm!" I try to object.

"All these features we never got to play with while we were together! Mouth mode was fun, but what else do we have on here?"