My Ex Toy

Separation

I came from a wealthy family so we were, of course, first in line to get the new neural chips. They helped a tonne with university, not needing a laptop to take notes and having the entire world of information at our fingertips. As soon as I had it installed, I could speak fluently in many languages, perform any math and recite any poem. Learning was mostly a formality, beyond that.

Even more amazingly, if I close my eyes, I could recall movies as if I'm really there. I could smell and feel and touch the virtual world.

Meanwhile, Joss, my long-term boyfriend and I had just finished college. I'd met him in my sophomore year and we were inseparable, which is why we found it so difficult when my study visa expired and I was to return home. He considered joining me but work kept him in California. We flew to see each other whenever we could, but it wasn't enough. We missed the intimacy.

That's why I was so excited when he told me he had a surprise for me from work. He said it was top secret and pretty illegal, so smuggling it out might be difficult. Not as difficult as waiting to see him.

Installation

For weeks he had buried himself into his project in the evening. If I didn't trust him, I'd question whether his project was really bringing us closer together. My doubts grew until one evening, he shows up late to our daily call and completely unapologetic. Before I can complain, he interrupts.

"I think I've done it."

I didn't understand but his excitement was infectious. "You've done it? I finally get to see what you've made me?"

"Yes ... Well, almost." He looked nervous about something. "How much do you trust me?"

His nerves were infectious too. "I ... think a lot. I trust you."

"Okay. I just need you to connect to your chip and open this file."

Alarm bells were ringing. "Okay: that's the one thing they tell us not to do."

I did not feel good about this. I took some persuading but eventually my curiosity won me over. I knew it did something because my vision flickered a few times and I felt the nauseating disorientation from my chip restarting. Eventually it settled.

I looked at him on my screen, nervous. "I think it's finished."

He looked excited. He put his tablet down, leaving me staring at his ceiling while he rushed around his apartment. I heard him grab things, clear his desk and, from the sound of it, change his clothes.

Testing

"Tell me what you feel."

I wondered what he meant until I felt an electric tingle rush up my back. "Woah! Joss.. what is this?" He had definitely done something.

"Focus," he said, typing furiously into something.

I gasped again. "Ow!"

"What?"

"It felt like something pinched my nipple!"

"Oh... sorry I meant..." He trailed off.

"What the hell - show me what you're--WOAH!" I couldn't finish my sentence. Pleasure radiated across the same nipple. I held my breast tightly as my nipple crinkled hard against my palm.

"Does that feel good?"

Overstimulated, I tried to catch my breath. "Joss it feels wonderful, but maybe ... can you turn it down?"

Thankfully, he did.

"Joss baby this is ... very nice but I don't know if I should be using a chip like this."

"Wait! I haven't even shown you the main event."

I folded my arms, still coming down from the artificial pleasure. I watched as he rummaged around in front of him.

"This is what took so long." He raised a male sex toy up to the camera. A flesh-light.

I scowled, a bit disappointed. "I've seen these before, you know..."

"Not this one." He made a show of running his finger along the edge of it.

I jumped out of my seat. As he touched it, I felt a finger slide along my slit in exactly the same way. I was speechless. Instinctively I put a hand between my legs, expecting to find something there.

He tried not to laugh, sensing my nerves. "You see? Anyone can hack a chip using code they find on a website, but 3d-printed stem cells? That's the true magic. Everything it feels, you feel. Anything you do, it does."

I was still in shock. Yet also aroused.

He looked at it. I squirmed as he used his finger to lap up some moisture from it. "Wanna try it out?"

"Yesssss," I hissed excitedly. I didn't need persuading. I hadn't seen him in months.

He shuffled around for a moment and lowered it out of view.

I felt a pressure between my legs. I looked down at my legs, still covered by my jeans, in fascination. He slipped inside me. It felt so real, I found my legs parting instinctively to give it space. I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes as he fucked me slowly.

His soothing voice asked me if it felt good.

I just moaned. I was ecstatic as much from the fact we could do this as from the pleasure itself.

The sound of typing brought me back to my own bedroom. The sex felt a bit clumsy for a moment. I looked at my screen to see him typing into his computer. I almost screamed in pleasure when the pleasure radiating from my nipple earlier returned, to be quickly joined by my other nipple. He returned to focus on fucking me.

---

It's really easy to have a lot of fun, even a thousand miles apart, when you have a sex toy directly connected to your brain. He was right, we were connected on another level. From that point on, the sexual side of our relationship blossomed despite the distance. However, it could do nothing for the other aspects of us.

If anything, he started to focus too much on the sexual side and nowhere near enough on the romantic side. He wanted to use the toy so regularly it started to become a problem if I needed to work late. I couldn't really do much while I was working in the office at 10pm and he gets out the always-on, always-connected toy and decides to have some fun with it. A far cry from our kinky Facetime sessions.

I remember the first time vividly for what I learned from it. He'd asked me if I wanted to have some fun a few times that day, and I'd said 'later,' each time. He was clearly getting impatient and I guess I understood: we all have needs. He'd been testing the limit for a few weeks by this point so I wasn't surprised when I felt the familiar sensation of cool air, despite wearing pants.

What did surprise me was his entry. Thankfully, he'd added lube, but I still wasn't prepared for it at all. One of my hands shot between my legs, which were squeezed together around it, as if to fight the phantom invader. I bit down hard on back of my other hand to try to not make a noise in the office.

I looked around as he withdrew from me to take stock of who might have heard or seen me. At this time, there were only a few people in the office and a couple of people cleaning the otherwise empty office. I frantically rummaged around my desk to find my phone, planning to ask him to stop but before I had the chance to unlock it, he ploughed in again and I dropped it.

I had to climb under my desk to rescue it and as I did, he sped up, almost sensing my position. I called him from under my desk, on all fours, without the needed support from my legs to get back up.

"What are you doing Joss?! I'm at work!"

"Oh really!" He paused his thrusts before making a few rapid ones.

I couldn't help but moan, which he heard, but I tried to sound serious. "It's not funny."

"I think it's funny, and it's hot. Tell me to stop and I will."

I didn't reply for a second while I thought about my answer. He wasn't wrong: it was damn hot. He started working his magic again in the absence of a 'stop' signal.

I found myself humping the air as I fucked his virtual cock. My face was buried in the sterile colors of commercial carpet tiles.

"Are you okay?" A cleaner in the distance started walking towards me.

"Ye-yeah-yup. Just looking for my phone!" I replied, as assertively as I could! "Josss baby STOP IT," I remember hissing at my phone.

Of course he took it as a cue to speed up. Realising that I couldn't just stay down there humping thin air, I managed to steady myself on my knees and climb back onto my chair and crush my legs together, cramping my abs as I tried to retain a professional posture.

I waved goodnight to the cleaner, who, satisfied, moves on, and go back to pretending to work. What they couldn't see was my face scrunched up in blissful agony as he kept working himself into me, seemingly through the base of my chair.

He kept going until he was done. He was good at pacing himself, so it was a good 20 minutes until I could relax. Hot, but I didn't feel comfortable with him not having to ask first.

That night, I invested some time into trying to understand how I could escape this if I needed to. The chip was connected to 7G, and I knew one of the benefits of it was that you'd need to go into a 10-storey, concrete-lined basement to escape coverage. I couldn't talk to the chip manufacturer without admitting to messing with the firmware. My chip was through my family's account and I sure as hell wasn't going to explain to them that I'd turned their expensive coming-of-age gift into a scifi sex toy. There was no easy way to turn it off without finding unofficial help.

---

I spoke to Joss after the events of that day and told him how I felt. It's not comfortable knowing that somebody, even your partner, can fuck you silly without a moment's notice, fun as that may sometimes be. At the time, I thought he understood my concerns, which lasted until he explained his solution.

Instead of doing what I'd expected, and simply being a gentleman about it, he'd spent his afternoon 'working on upgrades.' He spent a while talking about all the new dials and features but I couldn't concentrate through the cloud of frustration I had with him.

"Joshua."

"What?"

"I don't think you're taking me seriously."

He explained how wrong I was. "No, no, look." He holds it to the camera and shows me one of the many dials as he reduces it to 0. He then taps the hole. I flinch, because I'm sensitive down there and I expected to feel something, but I don't. He explains how it's still connected, but he'd managed to turn my sensitivity down to 0. "See, now I get to be intimate with you whenever I want, but you don't have to have your work ruined by it!"

I watch him put his finger in and take it out a few times, and notice that all I feel is a slight movement beneath me. "So it's still 'happening'? You're still...?"

"Yes! I still want to feel the real thing. You won't have to know."

I feel really uneasy about this experience.

He turns another dial and I squirm as I feel my arousal shoot through the roof. I feel a wet patch emerging between my legs. "Joossssbaby - what is that?" I surprised myself by the way I moaned the word baby. I only did that in the bedroom...

"I think I found a dial I can use to persuade you!" He tips the toy and sees some lubrication emerge at the opening. "It's working."

"Joss put it back baa-aaby, please." My demeanour changed to rage as soon as he did. "Joshua don't you dare mess with that dial ever again."

He looks disappointed. "I'm sorry, okay. I'll leave it." The conversation pretty much ended there.