Beverley innadvertently broadcasts the controls to whoever might be listening

Unfortunately, Beverley could not have know what she had just done when she connected the app to the internet. Unknown to the housewife, her husband Mark had incorrectly set up the security and connectivity features of the lingerie. When she had connected it to the internet, a link to the lingerie’s controls was generated. While this link would normally only be available to people with the correct authorization, it was now being broadcasted openly to anyone who happened to be nearby. And there did happen to be somebody nearby.

Next door in a dimly lit basement, Jason, Beverley's tech-savvy neighbor who had always harbored a crush on her, sat hunched over his laptop. His curiosity had been piqued when he noticed a strange signal on his network scanner labeled “Lingerie Control [Beverley]”. It flickered like a beacon on his network, immediately pulling his attention away from work. Jason leaned in closer, squinting at the screen as he tried to decipher the source. Intriguingly, the signal was actually coming from Beverley’s house. He connected to it, and some sort of command interface pulled up on his computer. As he studied it, an incredulous smirk played at his lips. What was this?

Back in Beverley’s room, the unsuspecting housewife finished getting dressed for the day. Mark had left her the lingerie as a present to open in the morning, and she had a full day of activities planned for her birthday. She checked herself once more in the mirror as she zipped up the back of her pleated A-line dress before slipping into her heels. Before she left, she paused and pulled back open the remote app for the lingerie.

Eyeing the inputs with a playful gleam in her eye, she activated the command titled “pussy play” at the low end of the intensity setting. She let out a pleased little hum as she felt the panties tighten around her hips as the crotch of the garment seemed to mold against her mound. The gusset of the panties then began to tease her with pleasant hums and touches, playing along with tantalizing subtlety. Satisfied with the setting, she dropped the phone into her purse and made her way outside.

Back in his house, Jason continued to pour over the strange signal he had tapped into. If even half of these prompts did what they suggested, it would give somebody an incredible level of control and power over a person. There was apparently supposed to be admin privileges locking away most of the settings, but it seemed that interfacing with the controls through this signal gave a user full access. It even looked like it had a GPS tracker which seemed to be showing real time movement of something in Beverley’s house. As he watched, Jason noticed that whatever was being tracked was heading towards the side door that led outside. Grabbing his laptop, he quickly made his way upstairs to try and get a glimpse of what this signal was connected to.

As Beverley stepped outside, the warm sun greeted her, its vibrant touch mingling with the electrifying sensations still dancing beneath her dress. She smiled and made her way down the walk towards the driveway, the fabric of her dress swaying with each step as the delicate humming touches of her lingerie seemed to adapt to her stride. The sensations were subtle yet persistent, a whispering tease that put a little sway in her step. She could not help but think of more and more devious ways she could use this lingerie…or be used by it when Mark got back.

Next door, peering down from a second floor window, Jason watched Beverley exit her house. There was no doubt about it now, the GPS signal was Beverley. Was this interface really connected to her underwear? Could it really do…any of the things it looked like it could? His neighbor looked like the image of beauty and confidence as she strode down her walkway towards her parked car, and a small thrill coursed through Jason at the prospect of these controls working. He looked down at his computer again and noticed that there was a command actively running. Something called “pussy play.” It was currently set at nearly the lowest intensity level, but it looked like he could adjust it. He looked back up at Beverley and felt his pulse quicken slightly, and reached for the controls.