The Devil and the Sea Ch. 06

"She doesn't know that though."

"No. Imagine what that's going to do to her, standing there unable to move, listening out for the faintest sound of people approaching the door."

"Oh, fuck. That's hot."

Time seemed to drag. "How long does it take to put on sunscreen?" Anya muttered.

Finally, her phone flashed. She tapped the screen and we began to watch the video.

Jen was standing in a tiny pale red string bikini in the middle of the floor. Her hair was tied back in a loose ponytail and her hands were rubbing a slick, white cream over her skin. She started with her face and worked her way down her neck in long strokes. Pausing to dab more cream on her hands, she then worked the cream over the area around her breasts, shining her skin to a glossy sheen. She continued across her torso and then down each slender arm, massaging the cream thoroughly into her skin.

The performance was mesmerising, and I couldn't help but imagine what Jen was feeling at this moment in time: completely out of control and totally exposed, obeying because she had been given no other choice. I watched her smother more cream on her hands and begin to smooth them over her pert, heart-shaped buttocks, around the tops of her thighs and then finally down those long, tanned, sculpted legs. Finally, she raised herself upright again and stopped. I wondered if she had forgotten to end the video, but then I could see that she was staring directly ahead, surveying herself in the mirror. Finally, she looked down directly at the camera with an empty, expressionless face and I was caught again in imagining how this was feeling for her, what thoughts were going through her mind behind those wide hazel eyes. Then her finger came forward and the video ended.

Neither of us spoke as we contemplated what we'd just seen. Just a few metres away from us, Jen would be standing perfectly still in front of the mirror with her eyes tightly closed. I could imagine the humiliation she would be feeling, being forced to display her body for anyone who walked in to see, unable to react or cover herself up in any way. I'd seen that part of her that found erotic pleasure in public exposure, and I had no doubt that she would be soaking her bikini bottoms in a few more minutes of being left like this.

Anya looked up at me, "Henry," she said, "Forget what I said this morning. I just want to fuck her brains out. Right now."

"Oh, me too," I replied. "But we aren't done yet. Let me get her out of there."

"Wait," Anya said, "Give me the phone."

After a moment's hesitation I handed it back to her.

"I'm going in," she said.

"Anya! You can't do that. She'll freak! She'll think some random has walked in on her."

Anya regarded me for a moment. "I disagree," she said. "I don't think she will."

She pointed at my phone and said, "Watch and see."

I stood, rooted to the spot, as Anya walked back to the toilet and swung open the door. In my hand, my phone vibrated with an incoming call. I punched the screen and watched.

The camera seemed to be set at chest height and I realised that Anya had tucked her phone into the top of her bra, camera facing out over the neckline of her t-shirt. She turned a corner, and I could see a woman standing perfectly still in front of the mirror, eyes closed, clutching a phone tightly in one hand. Anya walked behind her, the camera capturing the knotted string of her bikini top behind her back, panning down to show a tiny triangle of red fabric sitting at the base of her spine trailing shoestring threads across her hips and downwards to disappear in the cleft of her bottom. Anya reached around the side of Jen and turned on a tap. The camera panned to catch Jen close, in profile, eyes tightly closed and breathing unevenly, the soft curve of her breast filling the frame as Anya leaned closer.

"Anya," I said, suddenly feeling foolish knowing that she couldn't hear me, "Too risky."

The camera pulled away and I heard the sound of the running water cease. I took a long, grateful breath. The camera showed that Anya was walking back around Jen and I was thankful it was over. The camera now showed the door and I knew that she was now heading back out to me. Then she stopped.

"Oh no," I whispered, "Don't."

In slow motion, the camera panned around until Jen was in view again. From outside of shot on the left I saw an arm appear as Anya reached out towards the frozen woman. I saw her fingers gently brush Jen's ponytail. I saw Jen's body tremble slightly.

Then the view blurred in a dizzying arc and I saw the door again, getting closer and then the call ended. I looked up from phone to see Anya burst through the door and out into the sunshine. I caught her shoulders in my hands. Anya stared up at me, panting.

"Anya, what happened?" I asked, "Did she see you?"

Anya just looked at me for a moment, wide eyed.

"I saw you touch her hair. Why did you do that? What did she do?"

Anya swallowed a couple of times, then found her voice again. "Nothing. I stroked her hair and she didn't move. She just stood there in that damn hot bikini. But I could see her trembling."

She swallowed again. "It was the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

I felt a surge of relief; Anya hadn't ruined it after all.

"You look like you're ready to burst!" I said.

"Oh babe. It was like my hand was on autopilot. I couldn't help myself. I touched her hair and I swear I've never been so turned on."

Anya was standing with her knees pressed firmly together. Both women in my life were elevating each other to higher and higher states of arousal, with me caught in-between, in the eye of the storm. Suddenly she began to giggle.

"I want to go back in there and find an empty cubicle. I just want to get down to business!"

I laughed. "You are not going back in there!"

"Or what?" she taunted, giddily. I could see how flushed she was.

She stepped right up to me. I hadn't expected it, or the look in her eyes.

"Or will I find myself on the wrong end of your schemes?" she said, her voice scaled down into a sexy murmur.

"Would I find myself frozen in position in a string bikini, standing in a toilet right next to my wife?"

Slowly she lowered her eyes to my trousers. I felt myself stiffening under her gaze as I began to contemplate the delicious, forbidden temptation of putting Anya under control.

"Both of us standing together, helplessly waiting for your next twisted command?"

Even as she said it, I could see it in my imagination: my hands wandering over both their bodies, exploring, teasing, dipping into their most private areas to discover the building heat I would find there as my fingers stoked their arousal. For a moment, I began to imagine how Anya would respond as my fingers parted her lips and I began to venture insider her, touching and stroking the prohibited territory of her innermost self.

Anya's head tilted as she brought her eyes back up to meet mine, and I found myself staring into her beautiful, dark, innocent eyes.

"What would you do if you had two of us, powerless at your mercy?" she teased.

Looking into her upturned face, I felt overcome, my mouth suddenly dry. The only answer I had was complete honesty. "I would make mad, unrestricted love to you both," I rasped.

She studied me earnestly. There was an unspoken rule between us, there was a line that we would never cross, and I had just crossed it. Anya leaned closer towards me so that our lips were almost touching and spoke softly. I felt my erection swell to full size within my underwear, reacting to the closeness of the dark, beautiful woman in front of me.

"Who would you do first?" she whispered, "Me, right? You'd choose me. I'm the hotter one."

I pulled back and she blinked innocently.

"Oh, you fucking tease," I exploded.

She erupted in sudden giggles, highly amused by herself.

"Oh man," I said again.

"Head fuck! You bloody deserved that," she laughed, then pointed down at my bulging trousers. "Mind yourself on that."

I opened my mouth, ready with some choice expletives, but stopped short. Behind Anya, I saw a woman walking towards the door. Anya had distracted me from the task at hand, and I suddenly felt guilty: I'd been entertaining thoughts of how it would feel slipping myself inside Anya while Jen was waiting, frozen, in the middle of a public toilet.

"Phone, now!" I hissed, and snatched it from Anya's hand. The woman began to push the door open. I had to be quick. I typed:

X: Go stand outside

"Let's go," I told Anya, pulling her by the hand to the back of the building.

We pressed up against the wall, and I began to type. Anya sneaked a look around the corner.

"She's standing there looking at her phone," Anya said. "She looks so hot!"

I crept to the corner to see for myself. Jen was standing where we had been just moments before, bag slung over her shoulder and sunglasses on. From behind, the tiny bikini bottoms left nothing to the imagination, perfectly showcasing the way the curves of her cheeks flowed down into her long, toned runner's legs. Her feet were bare. Anya was right: she had the kind of figure that could stop traffic, and she was being forced by a woman she had never met to display it for all the world to see.

I began typing again:

X: I have reviewed the video. I am looking forward to placing my doll on display. I imagine that you are standing outside and I have no doubt that you will be attracting glances from passers-by. Can you feel their eyes on your body, admiring the shape of your bottom, the curve of your breasts?

J: Yes, Mistress. Everyone can see me

X: Link the vibrator to your phone and give control to me

We watched Jen's fingers move over the screen. I handed the phone to Anya.

"Want to do a field test?" I asked.

Anya practically snatched the phone from me and opened the app. Her fingers paused for a moment.

"We have to be sure it's really working, right?" Anya asked.

"No Anya," I warned, "Don't do it."

She slid the control to maximum. The effect on Jen was instantaneous: she clamped her thighs together violently and arched her back.

Anya dialed it back down. "She's live," Anya said, giving the phone back to me. "Do what you gotta do."

I looked at the app and was sorely tempted to give her another jolt, but I knew what would happen. Jen was already so close, even before Anya had buzzed her: if I delivered another burst, Jen would go over the edge despite trying to resist and everything would be ruined. But still I hesitated; I had smart, sassy Jen standing helplessly in front of me on remote control. I could send a beautiful, barely clothed woman into full orgasm in the middle of the park in broad daylight with a single touch of the screen.

I had to stay focused. I switched back to messages.

X: How did that feel? You didn't cum, did you?

J: Nearly Mistress. I'm so close

X: Inaccurate. A doll is incapable of feelings. It is just a hollow plastic object that waits for its instructions. Its mind is blank and empty. Tell, me what are you?

J: I am a blank and empty plastic doll waiting for your commands

X: Good doll. Now let me explain... the doll is operated by remote control and obeys its commands without thought or hesitation. When it feels three pulses it will activate and carry out the instructions it is given. Once those instructions are complete, it will remain completely frozen until it is activated again, regardless of how long that is.

I looked around the park and chose a location.

X: The doll will move to the centre of the grass and lay down on its towel. It will place its bag at its feet and prop its phone on its bag so the camera has a full view of its body. It will start a timelapse video, taking one frame a second until I tell it to stop. The doll will fill its mind with thoughts of my hands gently waxing and moisturising its pussy until it receives its next set of instructions. The doll is now on display to the world.

"You're evil," Anya said. I gave her phone back.

"She's all yours now." I said. "So long as you don't max her out and make her cum."

Anya cradled the phone in her hands and switched back to the vibrator app. I could see that she was deeply into this. It had surprised me at first, but now I could see Anya steadily becoming more sure of herself. That was why we were doing this, after all. Sure, it was about giving Jen all the pleasure she could take, but it was really about Anya learning how to take control of her lover; when to push and when to hold back.

Anya dialled down the intensity level of the vibrator and tapped the button three times in quick succession. In front of us, Jen came to life, her long legs swinging as she strode towards the middle of the grass. I couldn't help but stare at the way her bottom jiggled in the tiny bikini.

"What now?" I asked Anya.

She pointed across the park at a set of tables under sun umbrellas. "I think we sit and have a coffee. I have nowhere else to be all afternoon," she said.

We strolled causally around the edge of the park until we came to the little café. Anya selected a table where we would have an uninterrupted view and we sat down to watch.

Jen was spreading her towel out on the ground, almost the only person on the lawn. I could see men pausing all around the circumference to admire the view of a stunningly attractive blonde girl wearing next to nothing in the middle of the grass. She put down her bag and seemed to fiddle with the phone for a moment, checking the camera angle, then stretched herself out with her sunglasses on, legs slightly parted, and arms resting by her side.

The waitress arrived and we ordered our drinks. Anya chatted amiably to her for a moment, as if we were like any other couple just out for the afternoon in the park. The waitress flashed Anya a smile and said, "I'll be straight back."

"No rush," Anya said to her. I noticed Anya's fingertip was resting on the screen. "I love your top by the way." Anya turned her dazzling smile on the other girl.

The waitress blushed slightly and stuttered some words of thanks for the compliment. I watched Anya flirting sexily with the pretty girl while her finger slowly varied the intensity of the vibrator implanted deep inside the frozen body of her wife, keeping Jen powerless under her control as she stretched out on display only a hundred metres away.

She was definitely getting the hang of this.

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