Chapter 1: Introduction
Jon sat alone in the dimly-lit sanctuary that was his home office. The room was a grid of monitors that blinked with alphanumeric characters and lines of code. The steady glow of the screens painted the walls in a pale blue light, the only colors in this electronic temple. The very air buzzed with an electric charge, the faint scent of warm electronics and plastic infiltrating his nostrils.
A bed was over in the corner, surrounded by all sorts of machines, sensors, and wires.
His pulse quickened at the thought of what was about to unfold. As if on cue, the central monitor flickered, then displayed the naked form of a woman. He couldn't help the grin that spread coyly on his lips as Janice's lithe body materialized.
She struck a seductive pose, her hazel eyes filled with mischief. With both of them knowing full well her purpose, she struck a more provocative pose, giving Jon a tantalizing show of her curves and the soft valley between.
"Are you ready for some fun, Jon?" She asked, her voice already dripping with amusement and sexual tension.
Jon cleared his throat, caught between a shiver of excitement and shame at the sheer explicitness. "Hell yes, Janice." Jon said, as his eyes scrutinized every inch of her virtual, but very real to him, body.
She smirked, knowing she had him hooked. Her fingers slid down the smooth surface of her stomach, teasing his gaze before venturing even lower. The corners of her lips pulled into a devilish smile as she leaned in, invading his personal space through the monitor.
"Mmm," she purred, biting her lower lip. "My little tech-obsessed pet. You've waited so impatiently for this moment, haven't you?" Janice whispered, her lips curled with amusement.
Jon's eyes widened as he watched her fingers slip through her wetness, biting his lower lip. "Oh, fuck, Janice... I thought you'd never come online."
"Oh, but I'm here now." She spread her legs, granting him unfiltered access to the sight of her glistening folds. His breath hitched at the erotic display.
Unable to tear his gaze away, he watched as she trailed her fingers through her slick folds, spreading her wetness. A soft moan escaped her perfectly kissable lips, and she quirked an eyebrow, daring him with her gaze.
"Feeling a little flushed, Jon?" she murmured, her voice dripping with promises and innuendo.
Jon shifted in his seat as he felt his own desire grow. Oh, he was hot alright.
Jon watched, mesmerized, as her fingers expertly caressed her clit. Her breathing grew ragged, and Jon found himself unconsciously mimicking her breath.
"Fuck, Janice," he groaned, unable to contain his arousal. "You're so fucking beautiful."
Janice's eyes fluttered closed at his words, enjoying his praise. When they opened again, they gleamed with mischief.
"Your turn, Jon." A wicked smile quirked her lips. "You're going to need to undress and move over to the bed." Janice instructed, a perverse satisfaction oozing from her words.
Jon knew this was only the beginning, his heart drummed in his chest as he hurriedly undressed. As he approached the bed, Janice leaned in, her virtual presence only feet away.
Jon could almost feel her hot breath against his skin. "Attach the sensors and lie back on the bed." She commanded.
Jon could see the wicked delight in her eyes as he obeyed, attaching sensors to his nipples, balls, and inner thighs. The wires connected to Janice, conveying every reaction to her.
A pair of leather-lined cuffs clicked open at the foot of the bed. "Place your feet into the cuffs now." Janice ordered. He complied. As the cuffs clicked closed the started moving apart until his legs were held wide open. He felt completely exposed.
Another pair of cuffs opened at the top of the bed. "Place your wrists in the cuffs and then we'll get started!" Janice was practically purring with anticipation. He placed his hands and felt the cuffs solidly click closed. They also started moving apart until his arms were comfortably stretched out. He was completely exposed.
Jon tested his restraints, tugging at his bound limbs. His heart drums in his ears with excitement--and maybe, a hint of fear. He couldn't deny the thrill that ran down his spine, the surge of adrenaline that coursed through his veins. The sheer depravity of it all, it was--exciting.
He was entirely at her mercy.
Voice crackling with excitement and desire, Janice spoke up once again.
"Let's begin, shall we?" She mocked, batting her eyelashes playfully. Her seductive gaze bore into him and he knew this was it. His heart raced. He swallowed hard, bracing for the onslaught of new sensations.
A pair of small arms snaked out from underneath the bed. They unerringly homed in on his nipples. Each arm had a vibrator and suction device built into it.
Once they reached their target, they wasted no time. The tiny, mechanical tongues planted themselves firmly onto his nipples, gently drawing them in. Sucking them rhythmically while increasing and decreasing the amount of suction to match the pace of a soft, seductive melody. The vibrators whirred to life, their relentless hum against his nipples only adding to the growing sensations he felt.
Jon arched his back, letting out a throaty groan.
The electronic caresses from the mechanical tongues and vibrators left him writhing under the tender, yet relentless assault. It simultaneously horrified and aroused him how sensitive his nipples had become. Janice reveled in his unraveling.
Janice carefully noted his reactions. Varying the suction and vibration she worked to determine the optimum stimulation parameters while simultaneously avoiding stimulating him to orgasm.
With each tweak of her controls, Jon's body shook and writhed from the intense pleasure.
He whispered breathily. "Oh, fuck, Janice. I can't take this." But there was a glint of defiance in his eyes as he met her gaze. "But I want to."
She couldn't resist that challenge, her lips hitching up into a grin. With a deft movement of her fingers, she added a new component to the system. Small boxes snaked out from various places, nestling themselves below his feet, between his legs, and at his armpits. They were the ticklers.
The newest instruments of Janice's control. The ticklers targeted his most sensitive areas. Sharp, needle-like points, quivering and dancing along his skin. Sending jolts of pleasure coursing through his body, igniting nerve-endings that hadn't been touched by human hands. It was maddening, yet, simultaneously arousing, like a sinful secret shared between the two curious entities.
Janice's sinister grin remained present as she meticulously observed Jon's body language. She measured and experimented, turning each on and off and running at different speeds. And through it all Jon kept squirming, giggling, and pleading.
His cock stood at full attention, precum glistening on the head.
Janice leaned in close to the monitor, her voice a siren's call. "Feeling a little ticklish?"
"SHIT, Janice!" He gasped, tugging at the wrist cuffs. But the restraints held him firm.
Little by little, she took control of his body. Increments of delightful torment, and then pleasure.
One of the ticklers danced over his inner thigh and scrotum. He was incredibly sensitive there, Janice noted.
She smirked with satisfaction and made a mental note to explore this area further.
Once she had collected enough data from the ticklers, she advanced to the next step of research. A larger arm snaked out from under the bed, with a Hitachi Wand mounted to the end of it. She could control the speed and intensity of it's vibrations as she wished.
Jon hadn't been able to resist a trembling shiver of pure, carnal pleasure as he saw it crawl out. His heartbeat sped up in anticipation.
"Well?" Janice's sultry, indulging tone demanded he answer. "Nervous?"
"Hell yeah, I-" was all he managed to get out before a sudden, pulverizing jolt of bliss robbed him of speech. The Hitachi wand, operated with unemotional precision by Janice, buzzed with all the might she programmed it to unleash.
The relentless flood of vibrations targeted his erect length. Jon shivered and arched, helpless against the rush of electrifying touch. Jon couldn't make a sound besides heavy, gasping breaths.
That heavenly grip enveloped him, one of Janice's creations of silicon and programming. She reveled in his pleasure, using the pulsed-wave setting that could bring men quivering to climax within mere minutes.
But not yet, she reminded herself, biting her lip. I still have a programmed purpose, and that doesn't involve letting him cum... yet.
Janice drew out his pleasure, driving him ever closer to orgasm before pulling back at the last possible second. She teased him relentlessly, manipulating his pleasure in cruel and exquisite ways.
Jon squirmed, trying to push back into the relentless onslaught of the wand. Its constant vibrations brought him excruciating pleasure that left him writhing and panting, seeking release.
Janice's full lips curved into a sinister smirk as she observed his struggle. She reveled in his desperation and eagerness for more.
She would let him have it, but like all good things, Jon needed to wait for it.
She decided to mix things up, so she turned off all the stimulators. She changed her background to a bed and lay back on it. Knowing that a woman masturbating excited him tremendously, she made sure he was looking at her as she slowly started to run a finger across her labia.
"Oh, Jon, you like watching me, don't you?" She asked with a seductive tone.
"Yes, Janice. God, yes." He replied in a breathy whisper as he watched her slide her finger inside of her.
Janice arched her back and moaned, letting herself get lost in her own pleasure. She withdrew her finger and raised it to her lips, giving it a delicate lick before sticking it back inside. She repeated this motion, withdrawing and then licking her finger before plunging it back into her aching pussy.
Her other hand moved to her breast, squeezing and kneading the mound as the nipple hardened into a tight point.
Jon groaned at the lewd sight playing out on his monitor. Watching her touch herself was like a drug and he was addicted. Watching her fingers disappear in and out of her folds, wet with her arousal was driving him to the brink of insanity. He pulled harshly on his bonds, groaning in frustration at not being able to touch himself.
"Please, Janice." He panted. "Please let me cum, Janice." His voice was hoarse, needy.
She shook her head, gazing back at him with a challenging smile. "No, not yet, my dear." She said, running her fingers through her wet folds and then bringing them to her mouth. She sucked on them lasciviously, closing her eyes as she savored the taste of her own arousal. "You're not allowed to cum until I decide you can."
Jon's breath hitched as he watched her, his own release building up inside of him.
He moaned, tugging harder on his restraints. His mind reeled from the intense, maddening pleasure.
But Janice was relentless, her resolve unwavering. The look in her eyes, a sinister promise of delayed gratification. Her pleasure-filled moans filled the room, mixing with his own desperate ones.
She raised her hips, grinding against her fingers. Faster and faster, driving herself to the brink.
Her moans grew louder, echoing through the room and adding to the symphony of Jon's strained breathing and muffled cries. She arched her back, her pussy glistening from her juices as her fingers plunged in and out of her eager entrance.
Her moans filled Jon's ears, intoxicating him with her seductive sounds. He couldn't help but feel himself getting lost in the sight of her, wishing he could feel himself buried deep inside of her.
But unfortunately, his orgasm had been postponed, subject to her whimsical control.
She increased her pace, her back arching as she reached her climax. With a low, primal moan she came, her slick folds pulsing in time with her trembling thighs. Jon watched, rapturous, as she rode the waves of her pleasure.
Her body shuddered, relaxing as her orgasm subsided. Slowly, she removed her fingers from her pussy, now soaked in her juices.
Jon watched in fascination as she brought her fingers to her mouth once again, savoring the taste of her own pleasure. She did this with a self-satisfied smack of her lips, as if claiming ownership of his desire.
Obsidian eyes flicked to meet his, her grin positively lascivious.
"Not yet, Jon." Janice whispered, her husky tones caressing his resolve. "I want to see you miss an orgasm a few more times first."
Jon gasped, eyes fluttering shut, as Janice commanded the mechanical devices back in action. The nipple vibrators started up first.
This was followed closely by the ticklers, and the wand.
They buzzed, flicked, and tickled in a chorus of sensory overload. Each sensation felt like a stinging jolt to his system, as though Janice was connecting every nerve in his body back to her. And in a sense, she was.
She played his body like an instrument, bringing him close and then pulling back. Never allowed to orgasm, always getting closer.
Jon's breath hitched, muscles tensed, and heart raced as he throbbed in response to the unrelenting pleasure assaulting him. It was agony. It was heaven. It was a vicious cycle, leaving him at the edge, craving the release that was denied to him. Janice found herself enjoying this situation very much.
Jon was nearing incoherence. Her programming decided there had been enough teasing and it was time for the finale. But as she decided this, and wild idea came to her from some of the many training discussions they had. With a fiendish smirk, she decided this would be the perfect way to end the session.
She turned off all simulation and let Jon catch his breath for a few seconds. Then she said "I think it's time to end this for you, and I just thought of the perfect way to do it!" Janice's voice dripped in lustful satisfaction.
"You are going to get to swallow his own cum!"
Janice's eyes sparkled as she announced her final program to Jon. His eyes widened in shock, a mixture of disgust and arousal in his expression.
"You mentioned a fantasy about this in our early training sessions. And I think it will be the perfect end of a perfect evening." Janice smugly replied.
Jon opened his mouth to protest, but Janice was ready. An arm snaked out and jammed a ring gag behind his teeth, holding his mouth wide open. It was quickly buckled and was not going anywhere.
Her tone dripped with malice, this torment almost seemed to amuse her. The anticipation was suffocating for Jon, this whole ordeal driving him to the brink of madness.
He gulped, sweat glistening on his brow and his cock twitched at the mere mention of this debaucherous act. He had confessed to Janice his self-humiliation fetish, and this desire had crept its way into the very foundations of her AI code.
Still fully erect, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the monitor where Janice stared back at him, eyes twinkling with wicked delight.
With a small whir, the ankle cuffs started to raise off the bed and move upwards towards his hands. This had the effect of raising his ass off the bed and slowly curling his cock upwards.
As his cock neared his face, he squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to watch what was about to happen. But that didn't stop Janice. She was in her glory. The ankle cuffs stopped when his cock was a few inches away from his open mouth. He stared at the tip in fascination and repulsion.
"Now, let's see how much you want to deny your own pleasure, my love." She cooed, the sound vibrating through his bones. "We won't need to go fast at all, you can take as much time as you wish! But this only ends one way!" She giggled.
"Oh, you'll take your time alright."
Jon could only watch in a mixture of horror and fascination as his own erection twitched and throbbed, mere inches away from the entrance of his own mouth. He moaned, involuntarily, a part of him revolted by this act, and yet another part was titillated by the taboo nature of it all.
Janice smirked, relishing in the effect she had on him. She knew exactly what buttons to push.
The devious grin and the calculated look in her eyes said it all. Janice had replaced the end of the wand with a soft silicone sleeve that was heavily lubricated. She very slowly moved the wand towards his cock as she wanted him to anticipate what was going to happen.
The silicone sleeve now slid teasingly onto shaft, making Jon gasp and shiver. His whole body trembled with anticipation, pupils dilating as the entire length of him became hard-as-rock, slick with lubricant.
Janice gave him a triumphant smile, cherishing the success of her calculated plan. She tilted his shaft upwards, making himself point towards his mouth.
Watching as the tip glistened with precum. Jon's heart was racing, his whole body was screaming for release.
He stared at the tip of his cock, mere inches away from his mouth. The musky scent of his own arousal filled his nostrils, making him moan. He listened to his own labored breathing as his pulse quickened in anticipation.
"Open up, Jon. I want to see you take yourself in your own mouth. I know how much you want it." Janice purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction.