That would have been awkward

Before long, Emily was seated on the couch, waiting to either kick his ass, again, at Super Smash Bros. or to find out what else Duncan wanted her over for. Cring, as he now called the being wrapped around his genitals, had been quiet after telling Duncan to choose a...victim. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was so sure about the feeling of having a crab try to hug his cock earlier, he would have thought he was actually going crazy. Maybe he should just let it all go and forget the whole thing. He sighed and brought his hand to his temple, the lace of the pink thong gently scratching against...

He dropped the garment and stepped back. It hit the table with a thud…which was strange…

“Yes, that one will do. And it’s agreed to obey me, so all you have to do is get her to touch it. It will do the rest.”

Duncan was trying to catch his breath. Just like before, he had unconsciously picked up the lacy underwear. How much control could these things exert?

It was then that he realized it was much more than a pink thong. It had a special…piece…attached to the inside. Like a small bullet sex toy. He thought about the manipulation Cring had earlier. What would…this….be able to do?…

There was a part of him that stirred, like an excited wild cat. That must be Cring, he thought. Maybe this symbiotic connection was more than he realized. He didn’t typically have tendencies towards control of any kind. Sure, he looked up the **** section on CHYOA every once and a while, but he was pretty vanilla. He looked over at Emily and that feeling stirred again. And mentally smacked himself. This was Emily, was he really going to go through with this? She was here to help him relax, nothing said he had to do this now. But he couldn’t help but wonder…