"Technology is best when it brings people together."
It had taken Tim Watson less than a year to perfect the app. It was ready for testing in real-time and with real people. His tech company had flagged the 'special offer' of free texts and free phone calls, once they subscribed to his offer, a secret app download would embed itself deep within the core operating system. Once there, it would simply wait for a given command and then the user would be exposed to a high-intensity audio-visual micro-burst that assaulted the users' optical nerves and would render them highly susceptible to suggestion.
Tim sat and waited for his custom-designed laptop to trigger little red icons, on the overlaid map of the city, when hapless users had downloaded the app and were live. As he sipped his black coffee, a plethora of little red icons began to pop up on his screen. Ten, twenty then a hundred icons bristled like the spines of a hedgehog. Tim smiled. Opening a second window, he selected the nearest five live icons and dragged them onto the direction's software. The laptop instantly gave him the location of the five icons, including their addresses. After selecting a particular icon, only 2 miles from his flat, the details of the user popped up on another window.
"Oh, you are ideal for the first trial run. "Tim whispered aloud. The details outlined an attractive-looking blonde, married, little boy in the reception class in the local primary school. Currently working at home. He forwarded all the details to his customised phone and set off. Within twenty minutes, his black Ducati 996 was parked on a side street, he made his way to her door. A neat two-bedroomed starter home bought within the last two years. She was a call centre manager, and her husband was an accountant. All this data, all so easy to obtain.
If you knew how.
Tim waited for the right moment, just before he rang a small plastic electric bell, to send an application message. Like many people, their heads were always on their phones and expected Mrs Hannah Moreton to be the same. Tim could see her figure making her way to the door, through the ornate-painted glass panels, as she opened the door, she glanced down at her phone.
Tim closed his eyes, as a precaution, and the micro-burst lit up Mrs Moreton's face. At that moment, Hannah's brain was ensnared in a catatonic state. Her mind would essentially be blank, an empty vessel that Tim would then fill with his desires and his needs.
"Hannah, would you show me in?" Tim asked politely. Hannah looked up and stepped back allowing Tim to enter and then closed the door. "Excellent. Now, Hannah I think we should adjourn upstairs to your bedroom," Hannah nodded and walked upstairs, and Tim followed. In her bedroom, Hannah stood. Tim examined her. She was conscious, alert and receptive. He smiled. "Hannah, I want you to undress for me and then I want you to think of me as your long-lost lover. You want to suck my cock, fuck me, give me every one of your holes. You will love every minute of it and savour every drop of my semen when you swallow it. Once you've pleased me, you will shower with me and then you can return to your life and forget all about me. Unless I want to see you again."
Without a moment's thought, she peeled off her casual top, jeans and everyday, unexciting underwear and stood naked before him. Hannah was slender with small, perky tits, just as Tim preferred. She had a flat belly and a tight pair of buttocks. Her pussy was shaved smooth with a playful light postage stamp tuft of dirty brown-blonde hair. Her short shaggy bog framed her face attractively. While she stood, Tim took off his biker leathers, set down his helmet and asked her to turn round and show off her body.
"You feel horny, Hannah and I'm just the man you want to satisfy your carnal needs. Now, climb onto your bed and show me how you play with your pussy and then as you do that, I will let you suck my dick, do you want that?" Tim knew she did but wanted the suggestion to sink in.
"Yes, oh yes!" Hannah gasped. Her emptiness had been filled with the desire to please Tim. There would be nothing she would want more than to give herself to him; to please him whatever he might want. Her whole world had diminished and become focused on the desire to pleasure Tim.
