Appendix

Appendix: Chapter-One

Entry 21.1

I stare at Sarah's delicious ass until she closes the door and heads to her maths class.

Mmmh!

I wait for my mind to draw back to the present then consider what to do. My initial plan involved dinner and a lot of sex, so her period puts a spanner in the works.

What to do with Sarah that doesn't involve me making her drop her panties?

I had had an idea during our conversation at lunch, and I strain my mind back the forty-five minutes before the image of Sarah's butt to remember what it was.

Oh right! A concert.

The gears of my mind begin to churn and eventually crank out an idea.

Is this too much like what I did with the vowels last month?

Nothing else springs to mind; once an idea takes root, it's hard for me to come up with others.

I open my laptop and begin to jot down ideas. When I'm satisfied--

Wait, does Sarah even like classical music?

I don't want to ruin the surprise, so I can't ask her. I'll just hope she does. And, well, if she doesn't, I trust she'll gain a new appreciation during our date.

I suppose I could ask her and then make her forget that I asked, but that somehow feels like cheating. Part of building a relationship is guess and check, exploring new things together, and sometimes it's not going to go well. That's just the nature of life, and depriving us of those failures seems wrong.

I Speak, "

While at the concert, the music stimulates Sarah. Each instrument stimulates a different spot on her body. Volume determines intensity--the louder, the more intense. The pitch of each note determines the frequency of the vibration of the stimulation.

"

I imagine the effects of a simple, three-note chord.

Hmm. Is this too much?

I google decibel range of orchestral symphonies and find minimum and maximum values. I type out, "Notes played at 70 decibels cause an irritating hint of stimulation. Notes played at 90 decibels cause her to edge on a climax," into my planning document.

This is dangerous

, I realize. If one note played at 90 dB causes her to edge, what happens when--I make another google search--84 musicians are playing at once during a piece's climax? I replace "Notes played at" with "When the total orchestral volume is".

I don't like that either.

I want different spots to feel different intensities, each instrument section to have its own intensity.

After more consideration, I determine a spreadsheet is in order.

Who knew being a supernatural domme would involve so much research?

I think, my inner nerd stirring to life.

"Wait," I say to the empty room.

I'm overthinking this. I know what I want, so my intent should be enough to handle slightly fuzzy wording.

My inner nerd wilts at being deprived of a research opportunity. "

Volume determines intensity--the louder, the more intense--relative to each instrument's decibel range, the number of instruments in the corresponding section, and the volume of that section's range as it would sound when it reaches Sarah's seat.

"

Sarah

is

going to orgasm unless I stop her. She's said that orgasm denial is only fun if it's fulfilled in the end. Since we can't have traditional sex due to her period, I can't relieve her that way. After the concert, I could Speak her a few orgasms, but an hour and a half of this treatment--an hour and a half of intense buildup--without an orgasm would probably break her brain. So, the best way this could go would be to let her orgasm as the music moves her. Alas, I doubt the other attendees would take kindly to her rapturous screams in the middle of a concert.

I could stop her from making sound, and an illusion could probably take care of the visual distractions of her squirming. But what to do about the kinetic effects of her movements, the rocking of the seats in the same row? Plus, anyone who inspects her closely will see through the illusion. I brainstorm some ideas to address the first issue and decide I need to do some testing. Gabi should be out of class, right? I text her.

📲

Beatrix

Hey Gabs! Are you busy? Would you mind helping me test my ability for a few minutes?

Gabs 🐰

Sure! I'm just playing some Mario Party so I have a shot against you next time we play

Beatrix

Great! For me to test this, you'll need to forget I asked about it. Is that alright?

Gabs 🐰

No problem

Beatrix

Alright, what's something that won't hurt you but would make you uncomfortable and so you'd rather not see it, even if it's there?

Gabs 🐰

Uhh, I dunno, a spider across the room? As long as it doesn't crawl on me or bite me, I think that would work

📵

I Speak, "

Gabi does not remember this text conversation and is back to playing Mario Party. A large but innocuous spider is crawling across her TV screen, but she won't notice it. If she sees the spider, she will text me immediately.

" I wait a few minutes and receive no text.

Alright, so I can get people to ignore things they don't want to see without their explicit consent. Good to know.

If it works for sight, I can't imagine it wouldn't work for movement.

On to issue numero dos. Mayb--

📲

Gabs 🐰

Beatrix! There's a giant spider on my TV!

Beatrix

Really? When did you notice it?

Gabs 🐰

Jake walked by the door and pointed it out. I have no idea how I didn't see it while it crawled to the center of the screen. Don't worry, he killed it for me, bless his heartWait, why did I text you about this?

Beatrix

Scroll up. We were testing my ability and to do it, I had to make you forget that we were doing it. I needed to see if I could make you ignore a harmless spider without your explicit consent, and to tell if you had seen it, I needed you to text me

Gabs 🐰

Oh that makes sense. So it worked?

Beatrix

Yep! As long as you wanted to ignore it, you did

📵

This presents a secondary problem. Voyeuristic people will see through it. The fact that they want to see a sexy gal orgasming and quite likely masturbating in the middle of a theater, is probably something I can't address, but those people wouldn't want to interrupt anyway; if they'd rather watch Sarah than listen to the music, they'll do so. The problem is if they point Sarah out to the people next to them. It's unlikely, but, to put it mildly, I would really rather we not be kicked out of the concert on our Valentine's Day date for interrupting the concert with sex sounds. I shudder imagining Sarah's response to that.

More brainstorming. I think about

It

, the cosmic arbiter of consent and free will and how I've protected myself from being raped. Despite being in public, orgasming is rather private, not something either of us would want people to see her do. We would feel violated.

Or would we? Would I? I

do

enjoy the idea of being heard through the walls when enjoying myself with Sarah or Gabi. The idea of a voyeur watching us in secret turns me on, though, as far as I know, that could very well be one of those cases that's more fun in theory than in practice. Sarah enjoyed me fingering her at dinner that one time, so she enjoys at least some varieties of public sex. If neither of us would be 100% against being seen or heard, maybe It would decide it isn't really violating.

I suppose we could verbally retract our consent for the evening, and then maybe I could make it so people can't see us. It seems like a stretch. The truth is, we are doing something inappropriate for a public space. We're being naughty, so it seems only "fair" that someone who wants to catch us would be able to. The more I think about it, the more I'm convinced that I can't hide us entirely.

I glance at the clock: ten 'til. Sarah's class just got out. I decide to text her to see if she has any ideas. It won't bother me to erase this part of her memory in order to maintain the surprise. Unlike her unknown preference regarding classical music, discussing the bounds of my ability is not an aspect of who she is, so this doesn't feel like cheating, merely a quality of life enhancement.

📲

Beatrix

Hey Baby. For our date, I'm going to make you orgasm quite a lot in public

Good Girl 💘

Uhh, good to know? I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that. How public?

Beatrix

In the middle of a theater. Don't worry,

most

people won't notice

Also, don't worry, you won't remember this 😈

Good Girl 💘

Uhhh huh. 🤨 What do you mean by "most"?

Beatrix

I've tested and I can make people who don't want to notice not notice, even without their consent. It's the voyeurs. They'll see you because they want to. I'm pretty convinced there is no way around that. What's public sex without a little risk?

Good Girl 💘

😳So why bring this up if I'm just going to forget it?

Beatrix

Well, first, *are* you okay with the possibility of a voyeur seeing you?

Good Girl 💘

I... hmm. Actually, I think I am, especially as I'm guessing I will have no control over my orgasming. Strange

Beatrix

Quite right! So the issue is, what happens if a voyeur sees you and points you out to his (yes, his--balance of probability) non-voyeur friend? My test revealed that at that point, his friend

will

be able to see you. If that happens, we'll probably be kicked out.

Can you think of a way to prevent Voy from pointing you out to Nonvoy?

Good Girl 💘

Couldn't you just protect us from being seen the same way you protect us from rape?

Beatrix

I thought of that. Would you feel violated if a voyeur caught you orgasming *in public*?

Good Girl 💘

Good point. Let me think...So the crux is controlling what they can do with the information once they have it. In software, this is done with a EULA--you know, those long things you never read but have to agree to before using a piece of software? If you violate a EULA, it opens you up to being sued by the software company. Would a cosmically enforced EULA prevent violating its rules altogether rather than merely opening oneself up to consequences?

Beatrix

I'm not certain. Don't EULAs require the user to agree to them before using the software? The user has to actively click "I agree", right?

📵

There's a long pause as the dots of an ellipsis bounce, disappear, and reappear several times.

📲

Good Girl 💘

Hmm. For EULAs, I believe that is right. There are software licenses though that aren't EULAs. Lots of open source projects have a LICENSE file stating what you are and aren't allowed to do with the code, and start with a sentence like "By using this software, you agree to..." And porn videos usually start with "By watching this video, you agree that you are at least 18 years old." Movies have an anti-piracy license and football games always state that you can't talk about Fight Club without the "expressed, written consent of the NFL". I guess my point is there are a lot of passively accepted licenses out there. Granted, they're all in places where the viewer/user will see or hear themMaybe, if a voyeur does notice me, the person will hear a quick license agreement in their head? It's not like a whistleblower law would apply, right? We won't be endangering anyone. Technically I don't think we'd even be violating indecent exposure laws, since I'll be clothedThe real question remains the one I asked earlier. If they passively agree not to point out the girl orgasming in her seat, will they be

unable

to violate that agreement, or would it just open themselves up to karmic consequences?

Beatrix

Let's test it. Gimme a few minutes

📵

"

The next time Gabi sees Sarah dance, Gabi will hear a voice in her head that says, 'By watching this dance, you agree not to tell anyone about it.' Upon hearing that voice, Gabi will be unable to tell anyone about it.

"

When Sarah is next in her room, she will close the door, get Gabi's attention, and dance for her. Then she will text me that the deed is done. She cannot remember any of the details of the text conversation we just had, and the messages have been deleted from her phone.

"

Entry 21.2

Those juicy breasts demand my whole attention as Gabi bounces around. I ache to fondle them, to Speak her clothes off, but resist the urge. There's no time.

"License agreement?" Sarah asks. "What license agreement?"

"

Don't worry about it.

And now I must return to finish planning our date. See you in an hour, Gabi. Ta!

I am now in my room.

"

Glad that works

, I think with great relief. I finish outlining the scenario on my laptop.

"

While sitting in the theater, any noises Sarah would make due to being turned on are muted--she will be unable to make a sound. Anyone wanting to listen and watch the symphony undistracted will not notice Sarah's movements. Any movement they feel in their seats will be completely ignored, and no one will notice Sarah squirming. Sarah will be unable to touch anyone but me and herself.

" I picture a force field around her that prevents her from moving within a centimeter of anyone she might touch. "

If someone does notice what Sarah is doing, they will hear a voice in their head stating that by watching the squirming girl, they agree never to tell anyone what they've seen. Should they choose to return their focus to the symphony, they will do so undistracted, and Sarah's future movements will go unnoticed. I will know if someone is watching us.

" I finish up with some more mundane details.

I nod to myself, then facepalm. Up to this point, it hadn't even occurred to me that there might not even be a concert on the 16th. Type type type. I sigh in relief, and purchase two tickets for

The Princess Bride in Concert

. We've lucked out; our tickets are for Section 2, Row Q, Seats 9 and 10: the right side of the bottom floor, about midway from the stage to the exit--pretty great seats to get them so last-minute.

I think a bit more about this, then nod again. "

I feel the same extranatural stimulation that Sarah feels. I gain the same protection against theatergoers and voyeurs as she does.

"

No reason I shouldn't get to enjoy this music, too.

I glance at the clock. "

I am dressed and dolled up for my date with Gabi.

" I'm not going to lie; sometimes it's great being me.