Page 67 of Brat Baby
Instead, I woke up to it built with this ominous fucking note, and I’ve been a nervous wreck all morning.
Standing, I turn to face the tripod that magically appeared overnight, which I now assume I’m supposed to put my phone in so I can ride this thing hands free. I step over the Sybian and squat. It’s awkward as fuck, but now I can kind of see how this is supposed to work.
Dick thingy goes up my pussy, and the ribbed pad presses against my clit.
A shiver runs down my spine as heat pools in my stomach.
I spot the little control panel thing, which is just two knobs and two switches, the whole thing attached to the leather half-circle saddle by a cable. Lowering myself to the floor, I put the note and my phone to the side to pick up the remote and turn the switch that saysrotate.
Nothing happens.
Which is incredibly anticlimactic, considering how hard my heart is thundering in my chest right now.
I twist the knob directly above the switch and, immediately, the sound of a very quiet motor hums to life before the dick starts to draw circles with its tip. Increasing the speed makes the circles get tighter together. And a lot fucking faster. Pun intended.
Okay, so rotate means that my pussy is going to get stirred like a spoon mixing sugar into a coffee. Fantastic.
Turning that switch off cuts the noise and motion immediately.
A sudden wave of nervousness hits me as I press my thumb to the vibrate switch. This time, the motor starts up right away, and at first, I can’t really see any motion, but then the entire attachment begins to move in a weird forward and back motion.
Increasing the speed makes the whole thing move up and down as well, and it kind of reminds me of the motion of a person riding a horse.
I’m honestly a little disappointed. I was kind of hoping this thing was going to rub my clit right off.
More speed causes even more crazy motions, but now that is backed with a soundtrack of sloppy silicone flapping about. The dick is vibrating, and the noise of the motor turns high-pitched.
By the time I have it on full blast, my mouth is hanging open, the motor sounds like it’s about to take off, and the entire silicone attachment is vibrating so hard that the outline is blurry.
Blurry.
I revoke my disappointment.
This thing isn’t going to merely rub my clit off; it might burn it off.
And because I need to know the true extent of the powers this thing has, I flick the switch on the rotate side and turn the knob to the max limit, and holy fucking chicken wings.
My pussy aches from watching all of that vibrating and twirling silicone. Heat is spreading everywhere, and I’m not even riding the damn thing.
I switch it off and put the controller back on the ground in front of the Sybian before standing with my phone and note in my hands. My tummy feels like it’s on the outside of my body, and my arms are a little tingly.
I honestly don’t know if I can do this.
Like, holy shit. It looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. And he wants me to sit on it? On a video call?
What if I black the fuck out?
’Cause that is a definite possibility after how the first weekend went down.
That thing should be renamed the Soul Snatcher 3000. Is it possible to have your soul removed via your vagina?
But the one difference between now and my first time in this apartment is that I’ll be in control of the sex toy, not just its victim. If I want to stop, I can stop. Even if they want me to keep going, I can hang up.
That thought alone puts a smile on my face.
This time, it’ll be me teasing them. Me causing them pain. Me in charge.
They’ll get what I give them and not a second more.
