Rebecca was worried about her mother. It wasn't so much that she was dressing so differently, it was the way she behaved. She put it down to her father's disappearance, leaving them both so unexpectedly for another woman. It seemed her mother had become a recluse, not leaving the house at all, since returning from Uncle John's house.
Anne had been so jumpy after arriving home she cleaned the whole house, from top to bottom. It did no good though, for she needed something, yet not daring to think what it was. There was a hole in her life since her husband had left. More considerable was the influence of the mind implant. She had become so used to uninhibited sex, she was suffering withdrawal symptoms.
Although the implant was switched off, it was annoying knowing the implant was still influencing her behavior. After having it switched on for too long, the damn thing had left its mark in her mind. There was a slight chance someone might say a trigger word and accidently force her into a naughty role play. It was worrying, knowing the game rules were there, waiting to be called up by someone.
She avoided Larry, a young student who knew all about the problem, just in case he invoked a sexy role for her to play.
The chance of having the implant activated was remote yet it was so frightening to contemplate, she hadn't left the house. It had been activated by accidently pressing the back of her head, and that led to a calamitous situation. Soon the surgeon would be back on campus and the damn implant could be removed. Only then could she begin to regain her life, without the danger of being under its control.
As an important faculty member and professor of business studies, it was unlikely someone would call her a slut or a maid. There were other game rules that had been laid down in her mind, but it was unlikely they would be triggered. If someone told her she was their maid that game would be triggered, forcing her to abide by its rules. They were that imbedded in her mind, she would have little choice, and have to act out the role.
Perhaps if she was able to assuage the damn urges, she might be able to relax and get through this difficult time. With this idea nagging at her, knowing she would have to be careful, she gathered up enough courage to leave the house.
Anne strode out wearing a skirt cut just above the knee, with a nice white blouse and a pair of sensible, comfortable panties. She had been forced to wear such slutty clothes recently the outfit seemed conservative. She had tried to wear something more appropriate for a responsible professor, yet failed to find comfort in the usual dowdy outfits.
The influence of the implant, over the past couple of weeks, had left its mark more than she realized. It was a need for sexual satisfaction was this that was driving her out of the house. At least she hadn't dressed in a particularly provocative role playing outfit. It could have been worse. She could have been on campus wearing a saucy French maid outfit, or going out looking like a complete slut.
Hoping off the campus free bus, she jumped on a city transport bus. With the students, and most of the faculty away, it was easy to get a seat. Anne wanted to visit a mall some miles distant, away from prying eyes. There was always a busybody ready to catch a person out, and turn it into horrid gossip.
Anne hoped off the bus and walked into an auto-cafe for a coffee. There was no one there, which suited her fine. Crossing and uncrossing her legs, with nervous energy, she decided the coast was clear.
A short walk brought her to a run down store, looking a little seedy, suiting her purpose perfectly. The store was easy to find, as most of the stores were boarded up. Even this one looked closed, because there was no display in the window; only to be expected under the circumstances.
Entering a sex shop a couple of weeks ago would have been embarrassing. A professor, and important faculty member, just doesn't do that sort of thing. Seeing the garishly displayed outfits and toys, arrayed around the walls and in display cabinets, gave her a thrill. This is what she had come for. She needed something to satisfy the growing, demanding urge. She needed a vibrator.
"Hi, how can I help you today?" the assistant asked. She had a big artificial smile on her face. Obviously put on for customers.
"I'm looking for a vibrator," Anne said. The hesitation in her voice was uncharacteristic, for she had always been so sure of herself. Here, in this unfamiliar place, she needed help; not knowing what to ask for and from feeling uncomfortable.
"Anal or vagina?" the young woman asked. It wasn't a sneering tone of voice rather, the enquiry was professional.
Anne felt somewhat reassured. "Perhaps, both?" she replied.
"I'm July. I can show you lots of great products. Do you have a preference, anything in mind?" July asked. "No. Well that's OK. I can help you, we're quiet at the moment," she smiled.
Anne was in a daze from the choices of sizes, shapes and colors. There were manually operated and battery operated, for inside stimulation, or clit stimulation. Then there were the substances, such as hard plastic, rubber, gel filled, and so many more.
"This is my favorite, do you want to try it? You'll have to pay for it though," July encouraged. "Go on, don't be shy," she giggled.
"No! I couldn't, I mean, here?" Anne gawked at her, looking around, not knowing what to say. Her pussy was tingling with anticipation, yet how could she do it in this place? She wanted to rush home to run a bath, and play with herself! She had done a lot of that over the past few days.
July took a hold of her elbow, guiding her to a cubicle at the back of the store. "It's not very comfortable. Just close your eyes and imagine a favorite fantasy," the girl smiled, with a knowing look.
It would at least calm her enough to return home. At the moment she felt so hot it was difficult to control the building urge. Anne pulled her panties off and lifted the skirt. She bent over a chair and lifted one leg. The vibrations over her clit were wonderful.
The device could be inserted and strapped on, though she dare not go that far. She ran it over her wet pussy feeling the inner lips opening up in response. It wasn't a large one so she managed to take it in. After awhile she thrust it in, back and forth making sure she rubbed her clit with every deep, inward thrust.
She remembered every one of those men that had taken her over the last two weeks. She moaned fretfully on remembering all the bad things she had done with them. Her breathing became ragged on coming so close to an orgasm. Deep breaths, then little whimpers followed.
A small desultory orgasm wobbled her legs. She nearly fell over the chair. She hung onto it listening to her breathing slow down, trying to regain some composure. The orgasm wasn't much but it helped.
"I'll take it and the other one you suggested," Anne told the assistant.
"You might want to buy a skirt too," July advised her.
Anne realized she had hurried from the cubicle without her panties. The front of the skirt was wet!
"We have plenty of clothes, though nothing of quality like yours," July remarked.
"Anything will do, just to get me home. I need panties too," she added. Anne couldn't bear to go back for the dirty panties she had trodden into that filthy carpet. By the look of the stains and stickiness, she hadn't been the only one to drip onto the cubicle carpet.
"This looks you're size. Do you want to try it on?" July asked.
