Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 17

"What the hell is going on? Do you need to pee? We just passed that exit so it's going to be a while before I can stop."

"No... no. I'm fine," she said as everything calmed.

She was breathing heavy, her eyes open and fixated on nothing in the distance. A flash sweat of panic had come over her, and she tried to process what was happening. Obviously there was more to the sex toy than she'd realized. It was some kind of vibrator. But she was confused as to how she'd activated it. She'd been sitting still when everything started. It seemed to have a mind of it's own.

Gerard was on his office, phone in hand. He was reading the manual for the Lush 2 vibrator he'd sent her. Actually, Brandi had. She'd picked it up, along with the ten pairs of panties from Victoria's Secret and sent it off to her. Oddly, from San Francisco. She'd sent the manual and instructions for the app controlled device to Gerard so he could have his fun. It was another of her devious ideas to hook and control her new friend.

He'd downloaded the app and was busy learning all the different settings and intensities he had at his disposal, both for the end that was inserted into a vagina, and the part that stimulated the clitoris directly. He was also using his laptop, tracking where she was, using the GPS app he'd hidden on her phone. He'd secretly installed it the day she'd first met Brandi and learned all about what was expected of a slut. He wasn't using it to stalk her. It was a way to take advantage of the new toy he'd sent her, wanting to use it when she was the most compromised.

He knew they'd passed the exit, and would have no place to pull off. It was all a part of his diabolical plan to make her cum when and where he decided. Well, it was Brandi's, but he was executing it.

Christina was trying not to move, worried she'd accidentally turn it on again. She didn't recall there even being a switch, but she had to admit she didn't study it that closely other than to figure out how to insert it.

She bent down to pick up her phone again, this time actually retrieving it. She'd only had it in her hand a few seconds when she got a call from Brandi.

"Hey B," she answered.

"Hi Chris. How'd your vacation go? Did you get any?"

"Just Alex. Although he and I did have a threesome with a hot woman. Truth is he scored big time. He was getting pussy all over the place," she smiled and winked at him.

"But not you, eh? I wondered. I should have warned you about Palm Springs. That town is dead for black cock."

"I found that out," she laughed.

"Well I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"It's okay. I texted Gerard. He and I are going to be getting together a lot more often."

"Oh yeah?"

"Uh huh. Three times a week. I was hopiiiiinnnng foooooooor ohhhhhmmmmyyygaaawwwd!"

The vibrator kicked in full throttle, attacking both her pussy and clit at the same time. She began wiggling in her seat as if it were on fire. The patterns kept changing, and the intensity was going up and down like a roller coaster, but it was unrelenting.

"Jesus, Christina... what the hell is going on with you!?" Alex asked

"Chris, are you okay?" Brandi questioned, having to hold back a chuckle. She knew very well what was happening to her friend. She'd set it up; all of if it, from the tracker app that she'd put in play well over a month before, in hopes they'd get to use it, to the remote vibrator pulsing in her friend's pussy.

"I... I... fuuuuuuuuuuck! I'mmmmmm cummmmiiinnngg!" she announced, her eyes snapping shut as the climax ripped through her loins.

"What?" Alex said, stunned by what she'd said. But it was evident that is was happening.

She closed her legs again, hoping to hold back, but the vibrations increased, and she launched into a second one.

"Oooooooohhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuck!" she mewled as she slumped to the side, her whole lower body shaking.

"Goddammit, Christina!"

"You go, you slut!" Brandi cheered on, even though her friend wasn't listening at the moment.

Just as abruptly, everything shut down. It took a few moments for her to gather her senses.

Alex was having the same problem. "What the fuck is going on with you?" he whispered, trying to come to grips with what happened.

"I... I can't tell you," she panted.

"Whaddya mean you can't tell me?"

"I'm not supposed to. I'm not even sure what's going on myself."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"It's my life, Alex. None of it makes sense sometimes."

"What caused it?"

"I told you, I'm not supposed to tell you."

"That horse left the barn. It's pretty obvious you've got something stuffed up that dirty cunt of yours. What is it?"

"I dunno. Some kind of vibrator. I thought it was just a toy. But it... somehow it comes alive on it's own."

"I don't understand."

"Neither do I. But I know someone who might. Hold on," she said as she put the phone back up to her ear. "Did you have something to do with this, B?"

"Did I have anything to do with what? What's going on?"

"Gerard sent me a sex toy Saturday. Do you know anything? Was it really you that sent it?"

"Was it me? When did he send it?"

"I texted him Friday. He said he was sending me a package overnight. I got it Saturday."

"I'm driving home from San Francisco, Chris. I don't have any idea what you're talking about. I haven't been home since a week ago Friday. I drove up that night."

"What were you doing in San Francisco?"

"I was being a good wife."

"What?"

"I thought I told you before, I go to San Francisco once a year in early April to do all the paperwork Scott and I need to do for filing our taxes, and we make any changes we need to do with our investments and portfolio."

"Ooooh, yeah. I remember you telling me that."

"Yes. And while I'm there, that's the one time a year when I set him free. He got eight days of all the pussy and blowjobs he could handle."

"No ass?"

"Actually, he got it once. I think I shared that I let him fill out wishes on paper during the year each week he comes down. I weed a lot of them out because I'm in charge, but I do give him hope. It's his one week. I love him. I owe being a real wife to him for at least that long. So... on Tuesday, for the first time in his life he got lucky and fucked my ass."

"How was it?"

"I never felt it, to be honest. He's got a four-inch penis, Chris. You've seen it. He made it up in enthusiasm. His recovery time is ridiculous. He's like a Viagra popping rabbit. He's hard all the fucking time, and he cums a ton every time. It's just watery... and sticky."

"So what else did he get to do?"

"From the jar? Well, let's see. He got me to be the French Maid for a day on that first Saturday. That one took the longest. Kind of a role reversal from what I do to him when he comes down. That was actually a lot of fun. Monday we had sex in his office. Oh, we fucked on the BART going underneath the bay into Oakland on Sunday. Mind you, it lasted like two minutes. That happens a lot because he gets so worked up. And... I gave him a blowjob Wednesday on a cable car. That was another one that was over before you knew it."

"That's it? I thought he got eight. The hannukah of sex, right? The kinky menorah?"

"Ha! I remember you saying that. And normally he would have. But Thursday he hit the mother load. To be honest I can't believe I left it in the jar. I never have before."

"What did you do?" she laughed.

"I arranged a threesome. I told him it would have to happen Saturday night because I'd have to convince one of my friends to fuck his little boy penis. And for that, he'd have to give up Thursday and Friday, and he'd have to put his ass up for us this morning when we were done. I got my friend Gina to do it... the one I went to the porn shoot with. She was game. We had a great time, actually. We certainly got fucked a lot... just not good. And she loved pegging him this morning. She's the first woman other than me to do that to him."

"How did that go?"

"He thought I could be rough with him. She tore his little bitch hole up, Chris. She actually made him cum just from fucking him. I've only been able to do that a couple of times. Hey! You should do it! I'd love to start loaning him out. I'm working toward having a guy fuck him sometime, but I know I have to go slow. Would you fuck him for me? He'll be down in two weeks."

"Are you serious?"

"Absolutely! He won't get to fuck you. He'll be locked up in his little cage. But I'll make him eat you. He's incredible with his tongue."

"I dunno. I've never used one before."

"I'll show you how. Please?"

"Sure. Okay."

"Awesome! I can't wait. He'll be mortified."

"Not as much as being with a guy. You're really going to do that?"

"I want to. Why?"

"I was going to ask you that."

"Because I want him to experience it."

"Is he bi?"

"No. What does that have to do with anything?"

"I don't know. It seems cruel."

"To you. To him it would be just another way to control him. It's part of the relationship we have. He already puts his ass up on command now. He gets fucked with huge dildos on the regular. I need to keep finding ways to keep him off balance. When I tell him to put it up for some guy that just fucked me, he's going to resist. Which means he'll be punished. He'll have to make a choice. Get fucked or get strapped with a switch or a belt. At first he'll take the punishment. Eventually, who knows? If you give them a choice, they'll acquiesce more often than not. I also dream of making him suck cock. I threaten him with that all the time. I call him Scarlett for a reason. I'm not saying I'm going to do any of that for sure. A lot of things would have to align, to be honest. But my mind can get pretty kinky sometimes."

"Yeah, no kidding."

"You know... enough about me. Tell me about this toy Gerard sent you."

Christina described the device perfectly. Brandi listened, not wanting to interject too soon for fear of giving away she knew more than she was letting on.

"Do you have any idea how this thing works? I wasn't moving and it just came on."

"Ha! Yeah. I actually think I do. Remember when I said it's become a lot easier to torment Scott from LA with the advances in technology?"

"The lock on his cage?"

"Yeah. That's not the only thing that's bluetooth activated. He has a butt plug I make him put in from time to time. There's a changer port that's hidden, and an on button. I'm sure your toy has them too."

"Okay?"

"They're controlled with an app. If you have it in, and it's charged and turned on, which yours obviously is, whoever uploaded the app with the code for your toy can control it from anywhere in the world. I do it to Scott... I've had his going off in a presentation before. Obviously I didn't know it at the time, but it was a happy coincidence."

"You're kidding."

"No. It's part of the thrill for him, never knowing when it's going to happen. Didn't you tell me Gerard promised you a lot of orgasms to make up for keeping you locked up in that chastity belt for a couple of weeks?"

"Uh... yeah," she replied, suddenly grasping the ramifications of everything Brandi was saying. Doing the simple math in her head, she realized she was in the exact opposite position as that plight. She never got to cum during that previous test of obedience and endurance. Now she was at his mercy, and it could happen over and over again. "Oh my God."

"Ha! It's just sinking in, is it?"

"I'm nervous, B."

"You should be. He already owns that sweet pussy of yours again. Good luck."

"Thanks," she said with a great deal of trepidation.

"You'll be fine. And if not, at least you'll be cumming. I'll see you this week."

"Yeah. Love you."

"Love you too!"

She hung up the phone and turned to Alex. He had a concerned look on his face. "What's going on, Christina?"

"I have a vibrator inside me. It's controlled by an app on a smartphone. Gerard is controlling it, and I can't take it out. I'm... I'm like a bomb. He can make me go off whenever he wants, as many times as he wants. Apparently as hard as he wants."

"And you can't take it out," he smirked.

Shaking her head, she had a forlorn smile. "No. I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry? This is what you wanted."

"I know. But I'mmmmmmmm! OHHHH!" she shrieked as it fired up again. "Shit! It's on again!"

"No kidding. You better learn to control your reactions before you're explaining yourself to the kids," he laughed.

"IIII CAAAAAAAAAANNNNNN'T!"

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Sunday night, April 14th

Christina had been put through the ringer. Gerard had made her cum four more times on the way home, and then seven times after she got there. After the last, he texted her, asking how she enjoyed it. She tried to be honest in her assessment, telling him how nerve wracking it was, but also how powerful it felt to relinquish control like she had. It was a profound revelation to her.

He gave her more ground rules. She had to wear it the days she wasn't going to be with him. The days she was, she only had to wear it when she left the house. She didn't understand that he'd know because he could track her whereabouts. She wasn't going to test him. He gave her instructions, and she was going to follow them no matter how illogical they were. She didn't have to wear it on weekends, and she could take it out after 7:00 PM so she could recharge it. He'd sent the charger cable to her house, along with the box it came in so she read how to clean and care for it properly.

It was almost eleven at night.. she was sitting naked by the pool, drinking a glass of wine as she unwound. Her pussy was still tingling even though she hadn't cum in several hours. She likened it to aftershocks from the abuse Gerard had put her pussy through. Her hand was playing with the soft strands of pubic hair on her mound, thinking back to the many times she'd been forced to cum. Where she was when it turned on and how incredible it felt. Thankfully she never had to explain one of her knee jerk reactions to the kids. They'd been preoccupied in the car, and once they got home they were off to have fun on their own, knowing they had school the next morning.

Alex came outside, rather sheepishly. He approached quietly, his head down as he made his way to the lounger. He was also naked, and his cock bound. Christina had done a little online shopping of her own while she was on vacation. She'd been miserable those first few days, and decided to take some of her aggravation out by planning for Alex's punishment. As it turned out, her purchases had been inspired, especially after her conversation with Brandi on the way home. It was like she'd had some kind of foreshadowing, their two kinky minds being very similar. Christina grinned, thinking about how she was becoming more like her mentor every day.

She wasn't going to forgive his transgression of taking pictures of his sexy secretary in compromising positions. Worse, he'd used a particularly risque one as her avatar in his contacts. In response, she'd gone on an adult toy website, looking for a way to assert control over him. She wasn't comfortable with putting him in a cock cage, although that became more appealing to her knowing all the kinky things Brandi did to her husband Scott.

She ended up purchasing a ball strap that not only split his balls, but the restraint had tiny pins on the inside that pressed against his skin. The purpose was to bind his cock, as well as create some minor pain in the process. She added to that with a very restrictive set of cock rings that were linked together with a leather strap on both sides of his shaft. There were four rings, all about an inch apart, the first one nestled at the very base of his cock.

He winced as he stood next to her, his cock purple and angry. She could actually see the veins pulsing.

"Are they asleep?'

"Yes ma'am," he nodded solemnly.

Uncrossing her legs, she bent them at the knees, pulling them back as she spread her thighs. She dug her expensive heels into the cushion and said, "Kneel before your queen!"

He got on his knees at the foot of the lounger, waiting for her next instructions, even though he knew what was going to be asked of him.

"Bow to the alter before you, cuck."

He smirked as he bent forward, his elbows pressed near her shoes. He let out a pained wail as the pins in the ball strap dug deeper, the part separating his scrotum being almost unbearable. She grabbed him by the hair and yanked his face into her cunt, unwilling to wait for him to adjust to the discomfort. She didn't care.

He ate her to two climaxes, both of them incredible. She damn near squirted during the second one. Letting go of his hair, she pushed him upright with her heel, putting it in the center of his chest. Then she slowly dragged the toe of her shoe down his torso, until she was using it to play with his cock and balls. She would nudge his sack, making him wince. Then she'd tap the underside of his shaft, making it flinch.

"What kind of queen is mommy?" she teased.

"A queen of spades."

"That's right. Mommy loves big black cock. I'm going to get my fill of it starting tomorrow. Which means I won't be needing yours anytime soon."

"Yes ma'am."

"What other kind of queen am I, Alexander?"

"A generous one."

"That's also right. Because you did such a good job of making mommy cum, I'm going to allow you to. Would you like that?"

"Yes ma'am," he groaned as she nudged his balls again with the stiletto.

"Okay. I want you to jack off on mommy's shoes. But once you're done, you'll have to clean them with your mouth. These are very expensive. I can't have them ruined by your nasty sperm. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

She picked up her phone, holding it in landscape mode as she pulled up the camera. Switching it to video, she said, "You've got three minutes to cum. You won't be allowed to cum again until next weekend with our guests. So make the best of it."

"I won't be allowed?"

"I control your balls, Alexander. They belong to me. I'm going to trust you, but if I find out I can't, I'll be ordering a cage for your cock next. And don't test me. I spent two weeks being denied orgasms. I know how effective a restraining device is."

"O... okay. Can I at least take these things off?"

"No, you may not. Start masturbating, please."

"But... it's going to hurt. Especially if I only have three minutes."

"Are you saying it's going to hurt when you jack off?"

"Yes. A lot."

"Is it going to hurt like it hurt me all those times you jacked off in the middle of the night instead of fucking my pussy?"

"Well, no."

"Look at me. Look at my body. You know what I'm capable of now with a real man. You passed up fucking this for your hand, for over two months. I don't want to hear any more about your pathetic cock hurting. You've got three minutes to cum or I'm ordering a cock cage before the night is over!"

He grabbed his shaft as she hit the button to record. It was frantic. His hand was flying, and he was whimpering as the tiny needles attacked his scrotum. She counted off the time, letting him know when there were two minutes left, and then one. When she got to thirty seconds, she lifted her feet, holding them sexily underneath his shaft to give him a target. The open design of the front had him staring at her red toenails, and he moaned again.

"Paint mommy's toes with your cum, Alexander," she cooed.

"OOOHHH FUUUUUCK!" he howled as he came, which brought with it as much pain as it did pleasure. He balls contracted, pulling up, which only made the binds bite harder.

"UUUUUHHHHHHHHHAAAAAA!"

She giggled as he shot his load all over her feet and ankles. It felt sexy as hell. When he finished, she stopped that video and started a second one.

"Start cleaning up your mess, cuck. That pair cost a thousand dollars."