More buttons and tests.

Lucy explained that she needed to test some other functions of my implants. I tugged against my restraints, helpless. She had promised it wouldn't be as bad as the discipline button, and I was in a good mood knowing that they had given me a black indicator, even if I still didn't fully know what that would mean for me. It at least meant someone saw value in me, since I knew it was a very elite color. "What kind of functions?"

"It might be easier to simply show you. I'll, start with the ones that aren't so much fun this time so we can end on the good stuff." She smiled and I tried not to panic. I was mostly sure I trusted this woman.

She manipulated the remote and I felt a sudden jolt of pain in my nipples. It was sharp, like pinpricks or an electric shock, or both. I cried out, but it was already over. I did not enjoy that, but was nothing at all compared to the discipline button.

She pressed another button, and I felt the same jolt to my clit, which would have lifted me right out of my bed had I not been strapped down. "Owww! Fuck! Shit!"

Lucy confirmed with me that I had felt what she'd expected, and then turned a dial and clicked the remote again. It was much worse this time, in all three sensitive points. I cried out wordlessly, but again the pain stopped as quickly as it began. It was all very temporary sensations. Unpleasant, painful, but again far preferable to the discipline switch.

Lucy happily took notes on all of my feedback. "Okay, great! That's all for that. Now, as promised..."

She flipped something and pressed the buttons again.

I felt a warm buzzing sensation in my nipples and clit, growing stronger over a few seconds. I gasped, instantly aroused. My nipples hardened to little buds and my pussy clenched with unfulfilled desire.

Whatever it was, it felt good. Really good. And it was localized to my nipples and clit. I panted, pressing my thighs together in the **** hope of reaching an orgasm before she switched it off again.

Lucy stroked my hair—she seemed to really enjoy that gesture and I didn't mind. "Oh, don't worry. I'm going to let you come. You poor thing, I think you've earned it. Just enjoy yourself."

She turned the little dial and the sensation tripled, forcing a low moan from my throat. Nothing was touching me, but I felt as though a hundred tiny vibrators were rubbing all over my nipples and clit. I writhed in my restraints, straining uselessly. I panted and moaned as an overwhelming pleasure grew within me.

"Yes, yes, oh god yes!" My voice sounded lewd to my ears, like a whore or a porn star but I didn't care.

Lucy watched curiously. "I can only imagine what you're feeling. This is new tech. Supposed to be able to stimulate your nerves without ever rendering them oversensitive. See, there's an interesting chemical byproduct of nervous stimulation that usually..."

I stopped hearing her clinical explanation as the orgasm erupted and I actually squirted. The sensation was so intense I couldn't focus. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over my brain as I rocked and moaned, gasping for breath.

Still, Lucy just watched without turning off the whatever-it-was that made me feel these things. Normally, I would begin to feel like the sensations were too much after such an orgasm, but not this time. It still felt incredible, I wanted more. Sure enough, a second orgasm tore through me, leaving me winded as I struggled to take in air between cries of ecstasy. Miraculously, My body still wasn't twitching from overstimulation; it was still just as heavenly as ever and I wanted more.

Lucy stared at me, one hand idly caressing her own breasts through the fabric of her uniform.

"Okay, that's enough." Lucy said and switched off the device. "We still haven't fully tested what prolonged use can do to the brain. We're going to run tests on some repurposed assets, but I won't worry you with all that."

I gasped, feeling another orgasmic swell forming within me even as the incredible waves from the device faded. I was able to clench my thighs and squeeze my pelvic floor and still bring it home. It was less overwhelming without the additional stimulation throughout my body but still very nice. A good old fashioned climax.

As the orgasmic quakes subsided I went limp in my restraints, panting like I'd just run a race. I became aware of the faint tickle of little beads of sweat creeping down my skin. I had never felt so refreshingly satisfied in my life. "Good god..." I breathed.

Lucy picked up her notebook, trying to remain professional despite the obvious wet patch in her uniform's panties. "I'm going to just mark 'successful' and call it good. I think we can both use a break." Her cheeks were flushed just from watching me, and I had to admit it was really hot being so helplessly pleasured in front of her, completely at her mercy.

"That was amazing." I breathed. "What- what was that?"

Lucy smiled. "They're calling it a control ring. It's a little complicated but the short version is that it let's your handler dictate pain or pleasure, or some more comprehensive positive or negative reinforcement to train you without much effort. They're very expensive right now but I guess if they can figure out how to do it cheaply enough, all women will have them someday." Her blush deepened at the thought, and I knew she would be first in line.

"Anyway," she continued. "That was the last of the tests I had for you. Everything seems to be working just fine. Better than expected, even." She leaned over and gave me a soft kiss on the forehead. "It was very nice to meet you, Danielle. I'm sure we'll meet again. I work with a lot of the C-level girls." She set her pen and notebook aside and picked up a little syringe, fitting it into a valve I assumed was attached to me somewhere.

"You're scheduled for more rest now. Try to enjoy it. The first few days of the training schedule look really exhausting."

I opened my mouth to respond, but the room swam and grew dark before I could complete my thought. Damn that was some good stuff.