Short Story: Surprise Visitor

Male's Point of View - Technology

​“OH MY GOD!!!” I said as I stepped in my living room. “Sarah? Wh... What are you doing in my home?”
 
“Hi Peter...” she said sweetly. “What do you think... Why else would I sneak into your home, start a warm fire and strip down to my thong to wait for you?”
 
“I can see huh... Where you are going with this... But huh... Why? You never gave me the time of day at the office! You were polite about shooting me down, but you still did when I asked you out! Why would you be here like this? Not that  I’m complaining or anything...” I quickly added.

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“I can’t argue there... But that was before I went into your office last week.” she said.
 
“So? You always go into my office." I said. "What prompted you to come into my home? Like this?”
 
But as I asked, it dawned on me that I had my prototype at the office. Did she actually activate it?
 
“I do... But this time you had this thing-a-ma-jig lying on your desk." she said, waving her hand. "It looked like some prototype for a transmitter, but since your research had nothing to do with transmitters, it got me curious so I picked it up.”
 
“Oh god... No one was supposed to know about that!" I said. "It’s kind of a side project I was working on... I never intended to show it to anyone... But I needed to calibrate it and we had the equipment at the lab... and... Well... It was just some idea I had...”
 
“Some idea...” she said with a smile. “It seemed it calibrated itself to me when I picked it up. And as far as I could tell... It calibrated to you too...”
 
“Really? Huh... How interesting...” I said as I tried to put together how my device had worked and why it suddenly decided to calibrate itself on Sarah’s brainwaves.
 
“Oh I would say so...” she said, still smiling. “Very interesting and... Informative...”
 
“Really?” I said looking up, realizing I had forgotten about our current situation.
 
“Yes really..." she said. "Did you, perchance, invent a way of transmitting thoughts to another person?”
 
“Yeah..." I said. "I... I was fiddling with that... Trying to see if it was possible...”
 
“Well...” she said as she got up, revealing her very naked and perky tits. “I can safely say that it works. A little too well even...”
 
“Oh?” I said, fully distracted by her figure. 
 
“Correct me if I’m wrong here..." she said. "But you probably tried to turn your device on yesterday... Didn’t you?” she said as she walked towards me.
 
“I... huh... May have... fiddled... With it...” I said, trying hard not to stutter.
 
“Oh my guess is that you fiddled with a lot more than that...” she said as she looked at my crotch. “You left it on while you masturbated. Didn’t you?”
 
“I... eee... I mean...” I tried to say as she got close to me. 
 
“I know you did... Because I received it all..." she said. "Your thoughts bombarded my mind... I couldn’t shut them out...”
 
“Oh god...” I said as I finally realized what had happened to her.
 
“Yes... You fantasized about me... Masturbated as you pictured me being your obedient love slave. Didn’t you?” she asked.
 
“I... I... Oh god... I apologize Sarah! I never meant to... I would never...” I tried to say, but she placed a finger on my lips.
 
“Well I’m here to tell you that your little thing-a-ma-jig did more than show me your fantasy." she said. "It MADE me into your fantasy.”
 
“W... What???” I said, trying to figure out if she was teasing me.
 
“I don’t know how, but as I saw and felt your fantasy being broadcast in my brain, I changed. The fantasy was so real that I absorbed it somehow... Made it mine... Made it real.”
 
“Do... “ I said, swallowing. “Do you mean to say that... huh...”
 
“That I’m here because I feel a burning need to serve and please you?" she asked. "Yes. That’s what I’m saying.”
 
“Oh fuck...” I said. “I’m so sorry... It was only a fantasy!”
 
“I know...” she said as her finger trailed down to my chest. “But in your fantasy, I LOVED being your sex toy. Your devoted sex slave.”
 
“Are you...” I said swallowing hard. “Are you telling me that huh... You aren’t mad at me?”
 
“Mad?” she said in surprise. “How could I be mad at you?”
 
“Well.. huh...” I said. “I kind of forced this on you... UNINTENTIONALLY of course! I would never...”
 
“Shhh...” she said softly. “No need to apologize. What’s done is done. Although it’s true that my past self would probably be horrified that this happened to me. However, my current frame of mind wouldn’t dream of asking you to change me back.”
 
“What?" I said, completely surprised. "Really? Why is that?”
 
“I’m not completely sure..."she said thoughtfully. "But I feel like it would violate my prime desires.”
 
“Prime desires? What are those?” I asked.
 
“I already told you...” she said as she leaned in and whispered in my ear. “I WANT to be your devoted sex slave...”
 
She leaned back and bit her lower lip as she looked in my eyes.
 
“So... You are saying that... huh...” I said as I looked down her body. “I mean...”
 
“You are cute for hesitating...” she said as she leaned in and kissed me. “What I’m saying is that I’m at your complete disposal. So tell me... What would my Master want to enjoy first? My tits...” she said as she squeezed her breasts. “My mouth...” she said as she licked her lips. “My pussy...” she said as her left hand dropped to her panties. “Or maybe my ass?” she said as her hand moved to her behind.
 
“Oh god...” I said.
 
“I’m ready and willing to do... Anything...” she said with a wink.
 
She could tell I was still hesitating, so she gently took my trembling hands and placed them on her tits.
 
“Don’t worry so much... Feel these?” she asked. I just nodded. “They are all yours... And you know what?” she asked again, I just shook my head. “It makes me so damn wet that they do...”
 
"It... It does?" I asked as my hands gently squeezed her tits.
 
It seemed so impolite not to!
 
"Fuck yes..." she said as she licked her lips again.
 
"You... You really saw... I mean... Experienced... I mean..." I said, trying to find the right words. "You really saw... What I fantasized about?"
 
She smiled, almost sympathetically...
 
"Yes. I did..." she said. "You first pictured me coming into your office and locking the door... You had me tell you that my work day was done and that no one would interrupt us... I called you Master and felt incredible euphoria and joy at the thought of you owning me... You then snapped your fingers and pictured me undressing before I took out a leather collar from my purse... It had slave written in bold letters... I put it on and waited for your command..."
 
"Oh fuck..." I said as I remembered. 
 
"Not yet!" she said with a wink as her hands squeezed my own on her tits. "Then you asked me what it meant to be your sex slave and you pictured me answering... Exactly like I said before... I’m at your complete disposal. My tits...” she said as she squeezed my hands again. “My mouth...” she said as she grabbed my right hand and brought my index to her mouth to suck it. “My pussy...” she said as she grabbed my left hand and moved it to her soaking pussy.  “Or maybe my ass?” she said as she grabbed my right hand and moved it on her tight ass.
 
"Right..." I said. "Seems you clearly... huh... Pictured my fantasy..."
 
"Of course I did..." she said. "I can even tell you that it finished with me under your desk sucking you off slowly while you pictured yourself calling for office supplies!"
 
"Wow!" I said. "It's really astonishing... I mean... You really got every detail didn't you?"
 
"Oh yes I did..." she said. "So... MASTER... Now that you have me all to yourself... What WOULD you want to experience first?"
 
The lust in her eyes was no joke. She really did believe she was my sex slave. I didn't understand how or why my prototype acted like it did and I wasn't sure that I really cared. Not at the present moment anyway!
 
I swallowed one last time and decided that I would just go for it. After all...
 
Doesn’t the saying go: Never look a gift horse in the mouth?

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