Powerful Women of Authority

At first it was as expected. Women, interspersed with a few men. Then after a couple seconds, just women.

I tried to comprehend the pattern... To keep sort of a clinical mind of my own in this clinical setting, but there were a lot of variables at first. The age range, race, and mode of dress varied pretty regularly...but all the images had one thing in common to start: none of this was pornography. It was just commonly attractive women.

When the data seemed to make a determination and started to zoom in, I noticed more fine-tailored business suits. Professionals. Women in uniform. Women that seemed to be in their early 30s to mid-40s.

Then certain attributes started dropping out, and others became more prominent...less blonds. More latinas. Thin women dropped off of the imagery entirely, while more athletic and curvier women seemed to alternate back and forth, pushing an almost equal share. Status began to become a theme. Women with expressions that made them look like bosses, bullies or nobility.

By the time the clothes started getting showier or more lascivious, I was already rigid in the sleeve. I was clearly on a one-way street toward the dominatrix-types, though I still hadn't seen even a nipple.

Leather skirts and pants gave way to corsetry and high boots. PVC. Latex. Still in the authority or uniform-wearing range...though at this point taking on a much more fetishistic look. I couldn't help but rock my hips against the sleeve a little; it was doing a tremendous job on my shaft, and it almost felt like someone was gently sucking me off.

By now I was getting light BDSM imagery. Some well-dressed women dominating men with roughly my body type. And then...something intriguing. It was a picture of a woman...levitating?

Gorgeous tits wrapped in a latex bodysuit, lacquer black knee boots and thigh-high fishnet stockings with tight latex bands at the top — but the woman seemed to be levitating. It was interesting, certainly novel, though I'd never come across anything quite as high quality in the way of edited photographs.

More standard BDSM in the aforementioned mode of dress…but then, witches?

And it seemed like an older painting this time. I don't really know art, so I couldn't place the style or the era, but it was voluptuous naked women either flying through the air, or riding old-style broomsticks (backward, by my reckoning of the modern witch caricature).

And then back to more common BDSM themes again...except now, there was a new theme slowly interspersed between every 4 to 6 standard fetish bondage images: the supernatural.

Once in a while, something like a sorceress. A depiction of something like a Circe or a Morgan LeFay. I hadn't really ever gone down this rabbit hole before, but something about the domination theme and the idea of the supernatural had apparently struck me.

My breathing was heavy. My cock was starting to ache at this point, pumping up hard against the sleeve and feeling the full stimulation of the haptic sensors inside. I didn't know my own heart rate, but I could feel it between my ears.

And then...the strangest thing of all.

The images kept rolling, but the opacity changed to reveal some kind of film running beneath the static images. There was a woman sitting in a room lit, actually, a lot like the one I was in. At first it was hard to pay attention to what was happening over the image changes, but as the opacity began fading more, I began to see what they were doing.

The seated woman, attractive but fully dressed, was staring at a table with a stack of books. I watched as one of the books lifted off of the stack and tilted toward her gaze, all on its own. When she nodded and turned her head, the levitating book seemed to track with her. Another one lifted off the stack, then another. The woman held her hands up, obviously concentrating hard, and now all the books in the stack rose off the table and surrounded her in a sort of semi circle, all flipping open as their pages fluttered.

When the video suddenly switched, I refocused on the light bondage imagery, noticing that the supernatural theme was still present in every few pictures. A new video began with a dark-haired woman, possibly Indian, in a cross-legged pose atop a thick mat. She was wearing yoga pants and a large loose-fitting T-shirt, her palms resting on her knees. Even through her loose shirt I could see her chest heaving in and out as she took deep breaths.

There was something so beautiful about her, so powerful and evocative even without the rotating bondage imagery faded over her. As I watched her apparent meditation, I noticed her shirt beginning to billow.

The sleeve was pumping my cock harder than ever, and I knew I was close. As the dark-haired woman's palms raised off of her knees and turned toward the ceiling, her shirt acted as if it were subject to a strong wind. The depression her body made in the mat began to disappear, and I watched as she slowly rose into the air.

"H-holy fuck..." I muttered aloud, feeling myself on the verge of orgasm. The woman continued rising, and now her arms began to extend up and over her. The hem of her shirt began to levitate up her trunk as she held her arms high, and now the yoga pants she wore were beginning to tug down her waist.

The most critical part of me was wondering who would go to such a great extent to produce a film effect so specialized in this way...but as she continued rising I watched as she began extending her legs as well. If she was simply on an edited-out platform...how on earth would they have accomplished that?

As her shirt pulled itself up over her chest, her glorious breasts were revealed--round and bouncing, tipped with slightly darker nipples. Her yoga pants curled down her legs as if by magic, and by now shirt was free of her bronze body, her arms extended out to their sides as her pants peeled off the rest of the way. She was a beguiling vision, nude and levitating as her eyes fluttered open. She gazed with confidence at the camera, and even though I knew better, it felt like she was staring at me. I'd never seen anything like it.

"Come," her burgundy lips said. She smirked after she said it, and apparently that did it for me, because I did. I broke my gaze from the screen for just a second to look down at the sleeve, which felt to me like it was actively pulling on my cock. When I looked down I was still securely nestled in the thing--pumping my seed into it as I gently rocked my hips.

When I looked back up at the screen, though...the enchanting woman was no longer overlayed against the imagery. The light bondage stuff was still there, rotating through, but the images didn't seem to be blended with the video layer, like before.

"Oh, fuck..." I muttered, looking down at the sleeve again. The grip on my shaft wasn't as tight and the haptic sensors weren't as insistent, but I was still having every drop sucked out of me. I could distinctly feel that sensation.

When it began to cool off, so did the imagery. It became more alluring again, and while my 'style' of woman was still depicted, the mode of dress seemed to shift back to lingerie. Robes. Sleepware. As if I was being given stimulation now that reminded me of comfort, or sleep. The way the eeg worked...I guess maybe that was me. Even with the equipment still on me, the couch was certainly comfortable enough...

"Mr. Henry?" I blinked slowly a couple of times. "Mr. Henry...I'm going to remove the device now, if you're ready." She was standing over me, and I was practically drooling. I fell asleep!

"Oh, y-yeah, that's fine." I muttered. "I guess I drifted off?" She smiled a little again. Another genuine smile. You don't appreciate how much a little expression can mean until you meet someone who appears to emote so rarely.

"I hear our devices are just that good," she says, gently lifting it off of me. "Just let me collect these things up and be out of your way, and you can clean up with the wipes and get dressed. There's a bathroom with a washing sink in door #1, right across the hall." She took the headset, and collected everything.

"Uh, thanks," I said.

"Thank you for helping to further our research," She responded. "Our front desk will remit your double payment, and if there's to be additional reimbursement, that will be indicated in your full results in the mail."

"Great." She left the room without another word, and I cleaned myself off. Heading the bathroom after I was dressed, I couldn't help but get the women from the videos out of my head. Was the weird psychic witch thing something they showed to everyone just to get a feel for their reaction, or was I just into the idea and didn't know it? I didn't have the guts to ask the staffer about my personal 'stimulation' imagery before she left, and I bet if I told someone about this place, they wouldn't believe me unless they saw it for themselves.

I collected my payment at the front desk and headed home. Four hundred and fifty dollars. I tried to hide my excitement. Not a bad day's pay for getting beat off by a robot--and if I got three more times that in the mail, that would more than cover rent. I crossed my fingers.

More than the money, though--I couldn't help but keep thinking back to the videos. The split where very typical bondage and domination images became witches and sorceresses. The headset tapping my mind and finding a fetish I apparently didn't know I had...

I kind of doubted ever being able to learn more about how that worked, but I wondered the details in my final results would offer up any clues.