Erotica | Short Story

The Pleasure Den — an excerpt

Remote Controlled Orgasms

Jacky has a special room she calls her Pleasure Den. Here she acts out her exhibitionism and sex cravings. One night she promises Miss Bojangles, who she met in a visual chat environment called The Box, a private webcam-show. It involves her remote-controlled bullet vibrator, which she will allow Miss Bojangles to control through an app on her smartphone.

(excerpt)

When had Jacky discovered how much she enjoyed the idea of being watched? It had been there, in a latent way, since high school of course. That feeling of pleasure she got when she noticed the suggestive gaze of Mr. Daniels, among others. But it became part of her sex life when her now ex-husband Gary had asked her to pleasure herself in front of him. She’d laughed and told him no. It felt weird and embarrassing to do such a thing after three years of marriage. But the idea lingered in her mind, and after a week or so, she did it unexpectedly one night. Gary got too aroused, and he wanted to fuck her before she had brought herself to an orgasm. That had been truly disappointing. The next time, she told him to refrain himself and just sit in the armchair across from their marital bed to watch her. He found it difficult, but he managed to stay seated, to Jacky’s delight. She sensed that, for her, it worked perfectly. On and off she would take in his lustful gaze as she fingered herself. It aroused her immensely. There was a peculiar and exciting mix of feelings. She felt vulnerable and open, but also strong and defiant, all at the same time. The difficulty Gary experienced trying not to jump her while he was kneading his cock to a throbbing and pulsating phallus was an aphrodisiac Jacky hadn’t expected. After she came, she beckoned him over. He stood by the bed, and as she was hanging with her head backwards over the bed’s edge, she took his long, hard cock into her mouth. He wanted to pump himself quickly to a climax, but again she pleaded for him to restrain himself. She took his cock in both her hands and slowly stroked and sucked on him. ‘Look at me’, she told Gary, in between gulps. As their eyes locked, she felt her labia swelling with desire. She spread her legs wide as she sucked on his cock’s crown, circling her tongue along the rim. She wanted him to cum, so she grabbed his buttocks to usher him deeper down her throat. It soon pushed him over the edge. As she felt his warm semen gliding down her throat, she feverishly rubbed her clit again. She closed her eyes and sucked on Gary’s cock, locking it in her mouth just like she would with her kegel muscles when they fucked. She opened her eyes again to see if he was looking at her. He was. His eyes were darting from his cock in her mouth to her hand on her clit. His mouth was open, seemingly surprised that she was actually acting like this. When she came, she cried out loud and Gary immediately hushed her. Their neighbours were his parents, and he was always worried about her being too noisy during sex. Soon after the divorce, his mother had muttered ‘slut’ to Jacky in the nearby supermarket. Jacky had laughed at Mrs. Clarke for her obvious display of envy, especially since Mr. Clarke had always given her that all-too-familiar gaze during her short marriage into their family.

‘Hello everyone’. Miss Bojangles popped into the main room of Monkey Business. She was greeted with cheerful hello’s and hi’s. Jacky read a murmur that popped up from Bo: ‘Hey gorgeous, all day I’ve been thinking of the show you promised me…’ Jacky smiled at this and answered with a so-called kiss-cast, which made her avatar change into a picture of large red kissing lips, hopping over to Bojangles’ avatar and saying ‘Big Kiss on My Fav Lips!’ Immediately, the others in the room responded with oh’s and ah’s and typical Box comments like ‘Beware Lez Attack’. A lot of LOLs went up, including from Jacky and Bojangles. They hung around in the Main Room for a while, but soon enough Jacky invited her new virtual lover to her private room. The owners of the Home — or Prodigies, as they were called in The Box — would allow regular visitors to have such rooms. Jacky had asked for one and named it Jezebel’s Den. She got a Prodigy to provide the room with a webcam option. She decorated the room with pictures of Vargas pinups as a backdrop.

During one of their talks, Jacky and Bojangles had discovered that they owned the same kind of bullet vibrator: a vibrating egg fitted with an extra extension called an antenna. The vibrator worked with Bluetooth, so it could be remote-controlled with a smartphone. This was fun, since it allowed you to control the speed and frequency of the vibrations with a smartphone app. You could do it manually, use pre-sets in the app or create your own. Since the last update, you could even use music stored on your smartphone to regulate the flow of the vibrating frequency. Jacky and Bojangles had exchanged songs they liked to get off on. Bojangles had joked that she had started to appreciate classical music a lot more since she’d orgasmed on Vivaldi, Rachmaninov and Ravel’s Bolero. Jacky had discovered that Funkadelic’s 10-minute-long Maggot Brain from 1971 was excellent for a prolonged teasing vibration that kept her on the edge of climaxing. Via the app, they were also able to exchange customised pre-sets, and they’d started to happily create them for each other. These exchanges had of course greatly added to their mutual fondness for and sexual interest in each other.

One feature of the app they had not yet explored: the ability to be controlled by another user of the app. If you knew the username of someone, you could allow them to take control of your bullet. The feature was obviously meant for couples, but Jacky had been toying with the idea of giving Bojangles control of her egg. As she was browsing the net for information on this, she’d stumbled upon a video of a webcam girl using the feature to attract customers. Jacky even discovered that the invention of smartphone-controlled vibrators had prompted a lot of webcam women to use it for their shows. It was the kind of interaction that the medium had been waiting for, Jacky concluded, after watching a few videos on various sites. But as she watched the girls getting off on being controlled by others, she realised that it was the kind of remote and voyeuristic interaction that excited and aroused her tremendously. She’d already imagined Bojangles controlling her egg after downloading the first pre-set she’d sent her. She’d worn her vibrator on her commute to work. Nobody around her on the train could hear the vibrations, let alone guess that she was simultaneously being stimulated by an egg vibrating against her G-spot and a small antenna tapping against her clit. Luckily, she’d thought to bring an extra pair of panties. By the time she arrived at the offices of the notary where she worked, Bojangles’ rhythmic programming had totally drenched the panties she’d put on that morning. During the rest of the day, Jacky had to refrain from putting the egg back in her yearning pussy and starting all over again. She did it again during overtime a week later and was caught gasping through an orgasm by one of the office cleaners. After she’d told Bojangles about the predicament she’d put herself in, Bojangles had confessed that she’d worn her egg while driving to work, being teased by Funkadelic’s slow but effective vibrations. Jacky had been in such good spirits the whole week that her daughter Estelle had wondered out loud if her mother was on drugs or something.

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