Self determination

Molly always found the night after Paul’s tanning sessions the hardest temptation wise. Her libido always seemed a bit higher than average, but some of it was due to the conservative community she was brought up in not discussing sexuality much, so she didn’t know how much her compatriots were holding back desires, too. Regardless, since the kids moving out and her body was moving to a last-ditch effort of hormonal driven reproductive acts, she found a rekindled fire of regularity with her husband she had missed.

Sitting at her desk at work, she recalls the previous night when her lover could tell by her look and movement, she was needing relief. Before they made it to bed, even though he had to refrain from exerting much energy & perspiration, he did use his dexterous digits to deliver a delightful dose of divinity to her. Telling herself just to make it through work and she could return the favor to her Master tonight.

Around the same time at home, Paul was about to step into the shower when he saw the bag of goodies from the salon yesterday. Thinking of the fact he was about to clean his outside, the take home cleanse seemed like a good thing to do as well. Taking the box and some oil to the bathroom, he laid on his side to duplicate Jewel’s activity at the salon. However, this endeavor was proving to be harder than he expected to reach and maneuver with only one arm usable. Finally thinking how he was able to get the aids installed, he rolled over to his knees and freed the other arm to get things lined up. Blindly twisting the release value, he immediately felt the cold liquid rush into him as a flush ran over his body. When he felt the pressure stop increasing, he looked back to see the reservoir appeared empty. Removing the nozzle he clamped down to try to keep things in.

He could feel a pressure building in him faster than he could remember happening at the salon. Being bent in half at the waist was probably not helping relieve the pressure so he began sitting up.

While that did relieve some of the pressure in his abdomen, he could feel a pressure pushing on his rectum threatening to release it all. Acting quickly, he shifted his waist up while throwing his shoulders down on the time.

Feeling the coolness of the tile on his cheek helped to calm him as he felt the instinctive push to relieve himself decrease. Leaving his rectum elevated with his shoulders down seemed to minimize his abdominal pressure and let his rectum relax some, so he held that position for the remaining time.

As the timer went off, he quickly got up, let things empty, then hopped in the shower to finish cleaning himself. After the shower, he enjoyed the tingle from the cherry oil and noticing the level was glad he could get one next week. Relishing the prickly sensation as he rubbed up and down his arms & legs, he grabbed his latest training aid & oil as he knelt to install it. Greasing it up intently, the rescent cleaning seemed to make it go in smoother and even easier, but still took several attempts in & out before finally getting it fully installed. Feeling the base slamming home into his sphincter, a rush seemed to travel up from his pelvic floor straight to his brain. With a pleasant shiver running up his spine, he went to retrieve a new outfit for the day.

Feeling like trying something new, he grabs one of the sundresses, corset, a belt, white gaff & bra, and got dressed for the day. Slipping on the wedges & grabbing the wig, he heads over to work on his makeup at his work computer.

Leaving the wig off to the side, he sighed deeply looking at his bald face as he compared it to the near model showing off the morning makeup routine. Trying his best, he only had to restart about 6 times this morning before settling for something not absurd & slid on his wig, before closing out the camera and getting to work.

As he finished up work, Paul picked up the gadget to install it. Looking at it, he wondered what sort of interfaces were available for it. It seemed like Trainer Bill barely used it much since he enabled the audio in his earbuds. Hearing the vocal track still playing in a loop in his ears, a petulant thought ran through his head: ‘I wonder if I broke the audio if he’d go back to the gadget more?’ Shaking the thought away, he installed the gadget against his tuck and knelt down enjoying watching the sundress flare out. Seeing his knees outside the dots on the floor, he smiled to himself proudly.

Paul didn’t have long to wait as he heard, “oh, that does look good on your tanned skin!” from Trainer Bill as Paul looked up to great his into. “Hello, Paulie!”

“Hello, Trainer Bill.”

“Did the salon trip go better yesterday?”

“Yes, Trainer Bill! It went really well.”

“Good! Glad to hear that. So, ready to get to it?”

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul replied as he hopped up on the treadmill. Looking in the mirror he had to admit Trainer Bill was right noticing how the smooth, freshly tan legs highlighted the bright flowered flare they disappeared into. Turning his leg to the left and right he was enjoying watching the hem float out as he stood there admiring the legs a bit too long.

“Come on, Paulie,” Bill harped in sharply, “model session later; let's work on walking.”

Turning on the tread, Paul quickly replied “yes, Trainer Bill,” and was almost disappointed he hadn’t used the gadget to get his attention. While Paul did occasionally honestly miss a step, there were several times he purposely tried to misstep to get Trainer Bill to do something other than just snip at him. Even with the practicing vocals, nothing seemed to cause Trainer Bill to consider falling back to the gadget. All too soon, the session was at an end and Paul found him back in the close out session.

“Alright, the movement is getting better and you’re seeming a bit more used to the outfit, but still some stumbles and some room for improvement.”

Paul blushed a bit at the critique, but just responded, “yes, Trainer Bill.”

“K, well, if there is nothing...”

“Actually, Trainer Bill,” Paul interjected raising up his end up with a single finger.

“Yes, Paulie?” Bill was a little surprised by Paul’s spontaneous reply & worried where this might back, but should still be good.

“Ummm... I was noticing, Trainer Bill....” Paul barely got out before becoming even more self-conscious again.

“Yes?”

“I, uh, noticed you, uh... you seemed to use vocal corrections a lot more than uh... the uh....” Paul could see Trainer Bill’s patience falling from his face. “Than the … uh... gadget, Trainer Bill.”

“Well, it’s a lot more efficient, Paulie.” Bill emphasized his reply with a <BUZZ BUZZ> and a light gasped escaped from Paul’s lips.

“Um, yes, Trainer Bill, but I was curious....”

Bill let the silence linger for a moment, “curious about what, Paulie? Just spit it out.” Bill might consider it sweetly innocent Paul was almost hesitant if he didn’t know him well enough.

Paul took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and just let the ramble run, “well, I enjoy technology advances, Trainer Bill, and I was wondering, if you’re not using it as much, could I pair it with my phone so I could look at how it works and its setup from a technological perspective.” Paul took a few quick, deep breaths, before tentatively opening one eye to gauge Trainer Bill’s silent response. At first it looked like Bill was distracted, but after opening his other eyes, Paul focused enough to realize that Trainer Bill was doing something with his phone. About that time, Paul heard his phone buzz a few times.

“K, that should be some texts with the download, the setup, and the invite to the account to share control. You’ll want to go through the setup and create an account before you accept the invite.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill.” Paul said relieved he didn’t tease him or make it a debate.

“Well, hope that’s it, but I need to head to my next appointment.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill. Thank you.”

“Bye, Paulie.”

“Bye, Trainer Bill,” Paul responds as he stands up to grab his phone.

Pulling up the messages he downloaded the app, set up the account, and then accepted the invite. ‘Welcome to the control of your partner’s intimate toy. Please read terms and conditions before continuing.’ Click ‘Accept’, Paul was rewarded with the next screen. ‘It looks like you’re near your partner’s toy. Tap phone to device to initiate local pairing.’

Re-reading the screen, Paul looked down at his flowered covered crotch and wondered if it was serious. He tried restarting the session, but it came right back to the ‘Tap phone to device’ screen. Tentatively he moved the phone to in front of his crotch. He could see the circle on the screen start to fill, but it didn’t seem to full fill. After several failed attempts, he finally lifted up the hem of skirt and squatted down a bit to spread his thighs. Bring the phone between his thighs, he heard the load thunk of plastic on plastic as his phone hit the gadget; his body was immediately invaded with two very large vibrations traveling through his folded cock into his crotch through his core and rumbled up his spin.

Catching his breath, Paul moved the phone back into his view. ‘Congratulations, Paulie! You now share control of your toy with your partners: Molly, SirBill’ Clicking through the announcement he saw the vast menu of options and settings. This seemed to have a lot more options than Trainer Bill seemed to be tapping into. Besides the buzzing, zap, and location, there seemed to be vocal options, IFTTT integration, calendaring, variations, endpoints, even seemed to have a developer options. He wondered how big the developer community was out there.

Lots of different options, but he figured he should start small. Going back to the main screen, he saw the triggering options. There seemed to be several different modes. Starting with the first: “Manual” Moving the slider on the right to about halfway up, he pressed the big button in the model and was rewarded with a resounding <BUZZZZZZZZZZ> The surprise caused him to grip his phone and hold onto the button longer than he expected and removed his hand nearly dropping the phone. The intensity of the vibration seemed to cause his heart to race a bit more and he could feel blood begin to push his tuck against the gadget.

Recovering, he looked back at the options. Quickly identifying the lightning bolt was the nasty zap, he easily avoided that on future interfaces. Landing on the pattern interfaces seemed interesting. The low amplitude waves seemed almost soothing as they ran through their loop. Bumping up that strength seemed to lighten his mood as he started walking towards the kitchen. Feeling the warmth growing in his crotch he was looking forward to Molly getting home so he could get reciprocation from last night. Thinking about her kneeling before him, feeding on desert after the hardy meal he had prepared. Reading through the app he wondered which ones he could maybe have some ones he could play with her. Maybe if Trainer Bill wasn’t going to use it, he could install it in Molly before she goes to work. That could really be a fun casual Friday to put her through.

Landing on a screen he saw a title: “High Bar”. His mind only briefly registered the waving lines at the top of the screen before he hit the start button. Almost instantly, he lost balance mid-step & instinctively threw his hands out to catch himself as he careened to the floor falling on his hands and knees. The intense pulses were running through his folded, inflating cock, through his pelvic floor, pushing relentlessly again & again against the training aid, sending pulsing shock after pulsing shock up is spine under the corset into his brain, chemicals racing through his system; the sensations fluctuating wildly somewhere between pleasure and pain. Images rushing through his mind, the sound of his heartbeat pounding in his ear only barely let the recording of Molly’s voice through.

The last fantasy in his mind of Molly kneeling before him flashed through his mind warping the scene to adapt to the situation; something akin to a hoover pulling him in and a club smashing his taint. Another shock jolts up his spine causing him to involuntarily thrust his body up as he slams his ass on the back of his shoes. The momentum carried his torso backward with only a moment reflex reaches his hands behind him, his knees instinctively spread wide to steady him. His fingers spread wide, their painted fingertips lightly touching the ground behind him.

The change of perspective shifts the mental scene before him. Suddenly Molly stands naked before him. Stepping forward, she straddles his form, her bare labia hovering above him. Instinctively, he stretches his body up to reach her with his lips as his fingers leave the floor. Shifting his feet beneath him for balance bringing his heels together. Pulses continued through his body flooding his mind, but he could not get his lips to feel her. His body relaxed out of frustration and his bottom slammed back into his ankles thrusting his aid deep into his body pushing through his floor against cock into the gadget as more sensations flooded his brain as white light flashed in front of his eyes.

Throwing is head around trying to get some cognitive thought in his mind only to have scene shift again as his face looked behind him and a naked image of Molly behind him. Her smile and sparkles eyes caught his attention as she reached forward and pushed his aid in further as he heard distant voice repeat ‘I should enjoy pleasure from my own body.’ Paul shifted his hips to meet her thrust pushing the base of the aid against his heels sending more sparks through her mind.

His head shifted forward as his brain struggled to replace the figure before him as Molly was behind him. The blank form slowly took shape as Molly continued talking in his ears, ‘I should enjoy pleasure from my own body’. Slowly the form filled out to be Trainer Bill clad in his gym gear.

Continuing to rub against his shoes as ‘Molly’ thrust the aid in and out of him. ‘Trainer Bill’ then echoed more of Molly’s words in her voice, ‘good girls enjoy pleasing themselves’. Nearly bouncing on his heels as he looked up at ‘Trainer Bill’, Molly’s voice continued behind him from ‘Molly’ saying ‘good girls enjoy pleasing others’.

Paul continued bouncing his bottom against his shoes kneeling before ‘Trainer Bill’ as ‘Molly’ continued to manipulate his training aid. As his paced continued, he could hear an incessant & excited ‘Molly’ behind him ‘I want to be a good slut’ as the gadget continued its relentless **** against his crotch.

Locking to ‘Trainer Bill’s’ two-dimensional eyes as the vision before him shifted to his Skype screen. The frantic nature of ‘Molly’s’ thrusting and his bouncing on his heels as he could feel pressure building within him. His brain began anticipating Molly’s next words as he mouthed out ‘cum sluts love pleasure’. Seeing a smile come across ‘Trainer Bill’s’ as he said that.

‘Molly’ increased her thrusting as Paul’s bouncing matched the frantic pace; the gadget reverberating through his crotch to his core. Paul’s body began to physical shake as he could hear himself scream out from the most euphoric explosion he ever felt, “I am a good cum slut.” As the release emptied his balls drenching his gaff, sparkles enveloped his visions obscuring his partners as the gadget continued on incessantly.

Paul’s body continued to shake as he fell to his side on the cold tile, his brain barely comprehending the shift in perspective. The one thing he could make out through the hazy fog of his endorphin flooded mind was a glowing light of his phone. Frantically reaching out his hand blindly it flopped around aimlessly until he could finally feel it.

Focusing on the screen & making out its interface was nearly impossible. Finally comprehending the wig was in his view, he swiped the strands of hair out of his face & his brain finally identified a ‘Stop’ button. Quickly punching the screen with his finger to hit the stop. And just as immediately as it had started, the gadget came to a dead halt as a blissful stillness enveloped his body & their home.

Laying there on the floor, his consciousness finally returned to the forefront as he took stock of his body. He could feel coldness begin to permeate the dampness between his thighs. Suddenly comprehending what really happened, fear gripped him as he thought of Molly being there in that state. Ripping the earbuds out of his ears to finally silence the loop, listening closely and looking around in a panic, Paul tried shouting out for Molly. Not hearing a response, he kicked himself falling for his own perverted brain coming up with unbelievable concepts. The anxiety of being found in the act quickly gave way to the fear of losing track of time and being walked in on.

Paul quickly stood up in disgust, kicking off his heels, he nearly ripped his dress taking it off as fast as he did; the wig efficiently flew off in the process. Reaching behind him, he worked against the nature of the corset trying to loosen it quickly as he walked to bathroom to clean him up. Tossing the forms out of his bra and unhooking it as fast as he could, he tossed it to the ground as he opened the bathroom door.

A third party on looker walking in on the trail of clothes carnage could easily be forgiven for thinking a hot young lady was freeing herself before taking part in a relaxing if not fun activity. However, Paul was in anything but a relaxing or fun state of mind. Seeing his appearance of the running & smeared makeup was only overshadowed by the wet stain appearing in the flat front of his thick gaff. Reaching to turn the shower on to a level of heat approaching disinfecting thresholds hoping to cover the mirror up & wash away much of the gunk. Reaching his hands to the sides of his gaff, he slowly slid them down trying to avoid looking directly at the carnage, but the urge like passing a car accident overtook him as he saw white goo covering the gadget as it rested in the sling that was the crotch of his gaff. He could see a pool resting behind it, streaks running up the back, following an indentation as he pieced together the explosive liquid wrapped around the base of the aid. Letting the gadget thud to the floor in its messy hammock to the floor, he turned to the final accessory.

Reaching behind him, he closed his eyes and gripped the base and began pulling it out. As the tip rubbed against the tenderness within him, shivers ran up his spine. Mental images of Molly teasing him with it caused him to open his eyes and face his dripping face. Gritting his teeth, he pulled it out completely. Looking at the aid as if it were a parasitic snake in his hand, only passively registering how clean the cover was. He deskinned the serpent sliding its shedding into the trash as he opened the under-sink cabinet tossing the offender into a makeshift terrarium.

Standing up straight, he caught site of his firm member growing in the mirror before him. If he had been more attentive, he would have recognized the blood flowing back in as soon as it was free was increasing its girth, but his self-defeatist attitude & frustration just triggered a ‘disgust’ mental thought as he nearly burned himself rushing into the hot water.

Adjusting the water down only enough to prevent damage, he viciously tried to clean off his body, thankful the cheap polish easily came off his nails while he saw his facial makeup rinse out of the washcloth and go down the drain. He continued scrubbing and rubbing down his bare skin in an attempt to try to get the dirtiness off of his body. Kicking himself that it was something only an uncontrollable, weakling would let happen to them. Running several other self-insulting comments only occasionally diverting to curse Bill, but that was quickly silenced by pointing out Trainer Bill wasn’t there. He was faced again with his own hubris causing problems.

His self-flagellation was finally interrupted only as his brain realized he still had the clothes and things in a trail in the hall. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he gently picked up the soiled gaff as a sling around the gadget and quickly tossed it in the under-sink terrarium as he turned to leave the bathroom.

Picking up all the discarded garments, he balled them up in his arms and took them to the extra bedroom closet and just tossed them in before returning to his own bedroom. Grabbing some jean shorts, boxers, and polo shirt, he got dressed. Looking at the time, he had no interest in tossing something together in the short time left before Molly got home. Making an executive decision, he ordered Chinese delivery and walked the rooms to make sure everything else was picked up before plopping down on the couch to try to recover some before Molly got home.

He didn’t have long to wait as Molly came bounding in, “hello, my lovely Master,” she announced as she entered seeing him sitting on the couch. However, as she approached, she realized he was zoned out or disgruntled in some way as he didn’t even acknowledge her. “Paul? You okay?”

Paul finally shook out of his spiral of anger realizing it wasn’t the recording he was hearing, “oh, hey, hun. Sorry, rough day of work.” He gently lied, sidestepping the issue.

“Oh,” Molly replied realizing that dinner isn’t ready; he really must be down. “You want to go grab some dinner or something?”

Paul kind of pulled up into himself, “no, Chinese should be here in a minute. Just kind of want a quiet night.”

“Oh, alright.” Molly replied, trying to ignore the wetness she’s been trying to tune out all day and was looking forward to relief. Reaching her hand out, she tried to rub along his thighs towards his crotch, “maybe I could make it a better day.”

Gently placing his hand on hers, “thanks, hun, but I really just need some quiet time.” Paul had a hard enough time blocking out the pictures of semen coating his thongs as it was, he didn’t want to have other sexual acts bringing even more up.

“Okay, hun,” Molly said wrapping her arms around his shoulders resting her head on his shoulder and just held him trying to comfort away whatever pain was hurting her partner. Knowing he was walling off whatever it was and preventing her from helping brought a small tear to her eye.

The doorbell interrupted their silence. Molly quickly jumped up before he had a chance, “I got it, hun,” she replied trying to put extra sway in her step and let her skirt flair around, hoping he would take the bait.

“Thanks,” Paul replied watching her stand up and strut over. Catching himself studying her gait and movement attempting, he couldn’t avoid trying to figure out how she got that much height to her hem with the steps, so he quickly turned away and focused in front of him. Grabbing the remote, he turned on the TV and pulled up the latest crime drama. “I think they have some new episodes of this set,” Paul called out trying to escape his immediate world.

Molly was really surprised to see him so glum, but knew he’d talk eventually so she just served up food while she could while he zoned out to the show.

Only half eating the food before bed, Molly put the leftovers away. Paul only glumly followed her to bed when she pointed out they had to get up in the morning. Lying flat on his back in his boxers in bed staring at the ceiling, Molly slide in nude next to him and kissed him good night, “love you, Sir.”

Paul smiled at the attention, “love you too, babe,” and gently stroked her hair as she laid his head on his chest.

Taking the win of the smile as a crack in the wall, Molly didn’t press her luck and enjoyed hearing his breathe and heartbeat as she drifted to sleep.