Roussard comes over

Fifteen minutes later, Roussard is knocking at Cynthia's door. When she opens the door, she notices he's wearing heavy workwear, which is quite a change from the slacks and company shirt he'd worn in his office.
"Why are you dressed like that?" she asks.
"Because I thought I was going to have to be up a utility pole pretending to repair a power line in order to see into Vanessa's apartment," he explains, "Man, I hope they take their time finishing that building across the road. It was such a relief to not have to climb up that pole. Anyway, let's get these set up!" He taps a box of equipment he has under his arm. Cynthia walks him through the house and they discuss where the cameras should be.
"I don't want anything in the toilet, by the way," she tells Roussard, "I think that we should at least leave that as a blind spot."
"No problem. They're not too likely to have sex in there, anyway. Do you want the main bathroom and the ensuite to be blind spots as well?" he asks. Cynthia considers this.
"No. They might have sex in either of the showers. Let's leave the toilet in the ensuite out of frame, though, and maybe not listen in," she decides. After all, this is her house too, and she wants a bit of privacy.

"What about the study?" Roussard asks. Cynthia sighs. When she and Mark had bought this house, they'd planned for the study to eventually become a nursery, but it had just never happened. In the meantime, there was a day bed in there so that the study could serve as a guest room, but it had become more of a storeroom, and the day bed had for some time now been piled high with boxes of stuff.
"I guess? I don't think there's much of a chance of them fucking in there, but who knows," she shrugs.
"Alright, let's start hooking everything up," Roussard says, opening the box.

Cynthia sits on the couch, watching as Roussard messes with wires.
"So, what did you think of that trick I pulled on your cock earlier?" Cynthia asks. Roussard grins at her over his shoulder.
"It was so weird. It was like... for a moment I thought that I must not have actually had an orgasm and that I'd just been on the edge, and for a moment I thought I must have actually ejaculated and it just didn't feel like it. It really surprised me," he tells her. She smiles.
"It hadn't occurred to me until this morning that you'll be in proximity of the secret phone whenever you're spying on Mark," she says, "There's a lot of potential there."
"You've gone mad with power," Roussard says jokingly as he moves on to set up a camera in the kitchen.
"I sure have," Cynthia says, following him, "I mean, I could take control of your cock at any moment and make you finish setting up the cameras while you struggle not to cum in those ugly cargo pants."
"Well, if you do that, is there a setting where you can disable precum? I had to take off my underpants after the last time you hijacked my cock, so if I start leaking precum now it's going to be a mess," he confesses.
"Maaaybe," Cynthia says, "We'll see."

As Roussard works his way through setting up the cameras and microphones, Cynthia opens iCock and plays around with the kink settings on Roussard's cock.
"Okay, do you feel different at all?" she asks.
"Not really... What did you do?" he asks mock-cautiously.
"Hmmm, maybe you need to be a bit more horny to notice it, hang on," she increases his horniness, and looks at him expectantly.
"Nope, nothing," he says. Cynthia frowns and opens the "Refined Kink Settings" menu on the kink she's trying to provoke in Roussard and increases the intensity of the kink, turning it up high.
"Okay, now do you feel anything? Like, is there maybe something you want to do?" she asks as they move into the bedroom. Roussard pauses before he starts setting up the cameras and seems to consider whether he feels anything.
"The thing is, I think I do feel something, but I'm worried that I'll tell you and then the kink you're trying to give me will be something completely different and it'll turn out that what I'm feeling is just coming from me," he says apprehensively.
"Come on, just tell me, I won't laugh if it's just something from your perverted mind," she assures him.
"Okay. I feel like I really, really want to be wearing panties right now," he confesses. Cynthia practically squeals in delight.
"That's exactly it! I gave you a panty kink. Also, I raised your arousal and lowered your stamina, just because I was passing by," she beams.
"I felt myself getting turned on, but I figured it was mostly because of the feeling of you controlling me," he admits, blushing a bit, "The lowered stamina's a surprise, though. I didn't feel that at all."
"Okay, for being a good test subject, you get a little treat," Cynthia says, walking over to her dresser. Roussard looks on eagerly as Cynthia rummages around in a drawer and produces a pair of black satin panties with lace around the legs.
"Try these on for size," she says, tossing them to Roussard. Wide-eyed, Roussard retreats into the ensuite and Cynthia hears the sounds of him getting undressed.

After a few moments, Roussard's nervous voice comes from behind the door.
"So, you couldn't turn off precum?" he asks.
"I technically could, but the thought of you uncontrollably drooling precum into your pants was too irresistible," she tells him playfully.
"Okay, it's just that I'm worried about ruining these panties," he says, "either with a wet spot or by stretching them out in the front."
"Now, that I can help with!" she says, quickly finding the cock size controls and shrinking his cock down to a nubbin for the second time that day, "How's the fit? Better?" she asks.
"Much better," says Roussard, his voice heavy with arousal.
"Want to give me a little fashion show?" Cynthia asks. The door to the ensuite swings open, and Roussard stands before her, his face red. He makes a strange sight - he left his shirt and workboots on when he changed, causing the panties to look all the more out of place.
"Lift the hem of your shirt," instructs Cynthia, "I want a proper look." He does as told, and Cynthia grins as she gazes at Roussard's crotch. His tiny erection strains against the panties, barely making a bulge.
"Aaaaw, it's so cute and tiny," she remarks. A bead of precum forms at the tip of Roussard's tiny bulge.
"Please, take a seat," she instructs him. Roussard sits on the edge of the bed, and Cynthia sits beside him.
"Do you want to touch yourself?" she asks him, causing him to nod in affirmation, "You can, if you want." Roussard slowly rubs his tiny cock over the fabric of the panties before stopping as he stifles a moan.
"I think I'm beginning to feel the effects of the lowered stamina," he remarks.

There's a tension between them, as neither of them is sure what to do next. Cynthia didn't masturbate after her call with Roussard earlier that day, so it feels like the pressure's been building inside of her all day. She feels the urge to touch him, to make him cum as he wears her panties, to make him eat her pussy until she cums. Just as she lifts her hand and begins to move it towards his crotch, however, there's a knock at the front door.
"Shit!" she springs away from him, startled.
"Who is it?" Roussard asks her in a whisper.
"I don't know! Fuck!" she hisses, "Okay, uuuh, you hide, I'll go see who it is?"
"Hide? Where?" he asks, still whispering.
"I don't know, figure it out!" she tells him as she heads towards the front door.