Yes, But…

What happens if the same dick keeps coming into a condom repeatedly? I guess we’re about to find out as I finally tear the package open with my teeth—spermicide is disgusting!—and go to roll it onto my cock.

“The other way,” she instructs me, her arms folded under her chest. She’s so nonchalant about it that it… bothers me, somehow, but I obey.

I flip the coin of rubber over, making the tip point away from—ooooh yeah, that makes sense. I mostly ignored the “banana” presentation at Health, thinking only an idiot would put a condom on wrong… and here I almost was. But with her guidance the slimy little wrapper rolls carefully down my erect meat. The feeling is snug, yet still almost senseless to me; the common complaints about condoms are all true, I realize, as I give my dick a squeeze I can barely sense.

“Alright,” she mutters as she bends over the sink, “hurry up.” Again her almost… bored willingness disappoints me, but not enough to turn down sex.

Her hairy snatch glistens even through the matted threads, and I oblige her by positioning behind… but then I hesitate. “Are you... alright, with this?”

“What? Why wouldn't I be? What, are you having second thoughts?” I see a familiar, judging glare from her in the mirror that takes me back to the diner. “You don't need me to like... pretend to be ****, right? If you're into that, that's between you and your therapist because I'm not doing it.” As if to emphasize, she bows her head again to lay it on her arm, almost as if she's bored of this conversation already. Because this is... normal, now. Do I want her to normalize what’s about to happen?

And that was the piece I was missing: I didn't want that.

It dawns on me at last what has troubled me about her behavior: her lack of awareness. I turn awareness off by default to avoid conflicts, so bending over for a near-stranger and patient is normal; the insane stimulation she's about to feel will be... normal. Even as my rubbered cock twitches as if to urge me forward, I realize I want her to know this is abnormal: I want her aware of her sensitivity being strange. I want her aware that sex for stress relief shouldn’t be done so freely, or with so unknown a partner.

Sophia was aware enough that she didn't want to become my sex pet, even if I blinded her to most of the changes. Alice was aware that she's been gay and not into ****, so she still rallied a bit against my monitoring of her punishments, and our encounter since. Mom was aware that she shouldn't--well, according to social norms--lust for her son, even as her body made her do so anyways. Even if I turned their awareness off for the changes, they still had that... hesitation, or outright resistance, at first. There's no resistance here except that Ivette wants to get it over with in a hurry. It feels... incomplete.

I... need resistance.

If I was less horny, I might've judged myself pretty harshly as I realized this fucked up "preference" living in me. It took someone like Ivette to finally see it... and it's fucked up, but in my current state all I can think about is "fixing" it. The app has the means to make her into an involuntary slut... and it has the means to make her aware enough for that to matter. I decide then, at the most awkward of times, to change awareness for Stress Fucker and Exposure Sensitivity, both right before I fuck her properly.

Quietly I reach for my phone and unlock it as I pause just behind her. She glances up at the mirror at me, annoyed at first... and her eyes nearly bulge out of her head when she sees the phone. It doesn’t even dawn on me what my intent looks like to a girl naked and bent over as I unlock my device while its back—and camera—point at her rump. She spins around and lunges, grabbing my hands and then wrenching the phone from them. “You fucking asshole, you think you can just-!”

Her words fade as she moves the phone out of my reach... and slowly, mutely, offers it back to me.

Oh shit... oh shit!

“You know the drill, User,” Jane's giggling voice declares from Ivette's otherwise-neutral face, “make sure she doesn't do it again.”

I had accepted that I couldn’t trick girls into taking the phone for those free, powerful “punishments.” They had to try and take it when I didn’t want them to, so the whole thing seemed like a bust, or something that had to arise out of happy accidents. Now, printed in the app's font on my phone...

SELECT PUNISHMENT FOR UNAUTHORIZED USER IVETTE SINCLAIR:

ALL-NATURAL MEDICINE: subject cannot employ, and actively discourages, the use of any precautions against the consequences of sex.

EXCITING ALBINISM: instead of discomfort or sunburns, strong light arouses the subject based on intensity and exposure.

AN APPLE A DAY: consuming any solid or liquid with her mouth or throat arouses the subject.

Given that I've spent enough gems on her to ensure she can't get STDs or pregnant--at least not without my permission--that first option seems the safest. The condom coming off would be without real consequence besides getting to fuck her raw. Then again, awareness is always on for punishments. She would know she wants me to use a condom and couldn’t do anything to stop herself from actively asking me not to. She'd... she'd be terrified, and my cock twitches at the idea in a way I'm not proud of.

Do I really want that? No, I just want... some hesitation, and then I want her to love it. It's how things are going with Alice, and it's how I think things will go with Sophia once I put her deep enough in her "debt." But what if... I told Ivette about the app? About how she'd have nothing to fear from the condom coming off? She'd have to believe me, now... but the risks there... and yet, the benefits of having someone I can confide in...

Well, there are the other options, and they have far less discussions or moral conundrums to explore. But to have mere light turn her on… what absurd state would she enter then in this brightly lit bathroom with no clothes on? Sophia could barely manage words earlier and she was nowhere near whatever “multiplier” Ivette is on even now, let alone if modern lighting or an open window proves enough to make her come. The app would make sure it would be safe, so the idea of sending this otherwise-cocky doctor into so maddening a spiral of pleasure remains very tempting…

… and then there’s the play on the old adage about doctors and apples. In terms of punishment awareness, this seems the most damning: every meal, every sip of water, every snack would become a small, erotic affair… to say nothing of when she starts swallowing my loads. Would that satisfy my unhealthy need? Do I want to turn this M.D. into a full-time cocksucker, relieving her "stress" by having her come every time she swallows my semen?

Ivette-Jane turns around and bends over again, an unnatural smile on her face in the mirror as she meets my glance. “We really did great with this one, huh? She’s going to be a real powerhouse for us… and you!”

The punishments were no coincidence, then: looking at them, each was designed to increase the amount of sexual energy Ivette would create… and I got to choose how to get Ivette there. So what would it be?