Grandma's toys

You don't bother getting dressed after the shower, though you do cuddle up under a big warm duvet. Time to test out the equipment.

The choker is adjustable, so by definition it fits perfectly. As soon as you put it on you stop feeling the chill of the air. It even works when you get out from under the covers and open your bedroom window. You can tell the air coming in is cold, like forty degrees Fahrenheit cold, but you're not feeling it. You really could have used that earlier tonight.

The button has a skin-connect pad and fits nicely on the bone just behind and below your right ear. As soon as you attach it you hear a voice.

"If you found this device, please return it to League of Propriety headquarters for a $150 reward. This communicator is not active on the League network."

Okay, that comes off. Now the egg.

How much of a pervert was Grandma? You're not sure; she never said or did anything to you. But she obviously had some kind of dark secret that gave **** a hold over her. Well, here goes.

You rub the egg lightly against your opening. It seems to be self-lubing (thank God) and it slides in easily. It vibrates for about ten seconds, then you feel a voice coming up your spine.

"Welcome back, Influence. How may I assist you?"

"Who are you?"

"I am your Coordinated Universal Network Transciever Ball, or CUNT-Ball for short. Your mental patterns are not those of Influence; please identify yourself."

"I'm her granddaughter, Nudge."

"Welcome, Nudge; please state your civilian name for enhanced access."

"Maya de Carlo."

"Welcome, Maya. I have a message from your grandmother."

The egg starts vibrating again and settles itself tightly against your g-spot. You hold onto the duvet with a **** grip while it stimulates you with a fierce intensity. It isn't long at all before you come. As you kneel on the bed gasping you hear Grandma's voice.

"Hello Maya. If you're getting this message I'm probably dead and you've decided to take up the cape. My first piece of advice is don't. Don't wear a cape, that is; they get caught in everything. Wear a tight outfit that will distract the men. You'll find it distracts a lot of the women too, which is good since the Change has caused more women to get powers than men. Oracle calls the Change the World-Fuck and says something about ultra-semenic energy being more compatible with women than men, but she hasn't got a damned clue what she's talking about. At least I don't think so. Everything I've seen indicates you inherited my powers, only stronger, so I can give you some advice. First, it's not total mind control; all you can do is influence people. The more people you influence the milder the effect, and some people are immune. If you run into that you have to touch the people around them. If you're ethically squeamish about that, get over it. You should also be able to fly and, to some extent, slow the fall of large objects."

"Do you like the cunt-ball? I had it designed myself. There's three or four heroes out there open-minded enough to use it. It's thought-controlled, provides an AM/FM and satellite radio and broadband wireless internet. It also has a vibrate function and a built-in diary, though I never did figure out how to make that second one work. If you find yourself getting intimate, it can discreetly slide up out of the way of any foreign objects you might have up your twat, and it will come out on command. Remember to clean it regularly; things get sticky in there. Good luck, kid. I'll turn the radio on for you."

...taste of her cherry chap stick...

Grandma liked Katy Perry; who knew? You turn off the radio and flop back on your bed, not bothering to get dressed or climb under the duvet. With the choker on you're plenty warm, and the duvet will have to get washed tomorrow; good thing it's machineable. First thing tomorrow you're going to read through the little black book, starting with the entry on ****.