The Brainwasher

It really was very lucky that Jane and Lena had been friends for so long. The enduring length and depth of that friendship, forged all the way back in elementary school and lasting all the way through their awkward teenage years, the time in college where they both rushed and were both rejected by the same sororities, and all the way up through Jane's impending marriage, was the only thing that could possibly have survived the mortifying embarrassment Jane felt when she opened Lena's present at the wedding shower and discovered a shockingly massive vibrator hidden behind the bright pink gift wrapping.

"Do you like it?" Lena asked, her voice dripping with triumph hidden behind the very slightest veneer of mock innocence. "I thought it might be nice to have around. You know, just in case." She didn't say anything more, but then again she didn't need to. Everyone in the room knew that Lena and Bob dated back in college, back before Lena 'figured some things out about myself' as she always put it, and everyone understood the very clear implications of giving Jane a gigantic vibrator less than two weeks before her wedding day. It was a humiliating indictment of Bob's sexual prowess and his penis size, and they all knew it.

But Lena had been Jane's best friend long before Bob even entered the picture, and some things you just had to grin and bear. So Jane looked at the package for 'The Brainwasher', a toy with seven settings and a special suction feature for the clitoris and a size that she could best describe as aspirational, whose packaging promised 'mind-shattering orgasms' and promised, 'You'll Never Want a Man AGAIN!', and pretended she found the whole thing endearingly amusing. "Maybe for those nights when Bob's away on business," she chuckled lightly, knowing the beet red blush on her chubby pink cheeks gave the lie to her casual attitude, and set it in the box of accumulated presents.

She made sure to bump a few things on top of it. Just so that Bob wouldn't immediately spot it when she got home. He still had slightly complicated feelings about his long-past relationship with Lena, especially as he was the first, last and only man she had sex with before realizing that penises did exactly nothing for her sexually, and Jane didn't want him thinking that her oldest friend was trying to drop hints that fucking him was going to turn her gay too. Which probably wasn't what Lena was implying. Probably. Probably almost certainly. Almost.

It took several minutes for the festive atmosphere to return, especially for Jane's mom, but eventually everyone forgot about 'The Brainwasher' and the party returned to normal. The group got on with the more conventional bawdiness of a pre-wedding affair, Bob didn't ask her what she got from all her friends and relatives, and the whole box wound up sitting in her trunk for a few weeks as the accelerating pace of planning and the day of the ceremony and the bliss of the honeymoon left Jane too busy to think about every little detail.

And she definitely left Lena's text on read. 'Tell me what you think of it!' As if.

* * * * *

It was a good three months before Jane actually unwrapped the toy from its packaging. Not that she hadn't needed to... take care of herself... more than a few times in those three months--Bob's promotion came just ten days after returning from their honeymoon, and although he of course consulted her before taking it, Jane didn't feel like she could stand in the way of his advancement within the company. Sure, it involved longer hours and more travel. Sure, it meant the bed was empty more nights than it was full, and when he got home as often as not he was too tired to offer more than a perfunctory response to Jane's attempts at conversation. But they'd be able to pay off their student loans in only a few years at this rate, maybe even buy a house together. Jane didn't want to say no to all that.

But she also didn't want to just lie in bed counting sheep every night to get to sleep, either. She tried using her fingers to satisfy the itch between her legs left by her husband's absence, but something about masturbating the old-fashioned way felt a little bit... weird, now that she was married. It was like some naive part of her brain thought she'd never have to reach down and diddle her clit again once she had herself a man, and she wasn't quite ready to face the awkward and complicated realities of marriage to a man who wasn't fully present in her life anymore. She got off, but it always seemed to be a slightly shameful experience.

Then one day Jane found a good deal on a sewing machine on one of those online garage sale websites, and when she went to make room in the trunk of her car for it she was surprised and delighted to find the entire box of gifts ready and waiting for her. She brought it inside, somehow entirely failing to remember the mortifying present buried at the very bottom, and sorted through it all that evening while she waited for a call from Bob that never came. And when she saw 'The Brainwasher'... well. As much as she hated to credit Lena, even grudgingly and in the privacy of her own head, she had to admit she was going to get a certain grim schadenfreude out of replacing Bob with this particular toy tonight. It felt appropriate, somehow.

Always assuming she could make it fit. Jane wasn't kidding when she described it to herself as 'aspirational'--the Brainwasher had a full twelve inches of insertable length, and a girth that made Jane whimper nervously just looking at it. She decided to start by using it as a massager for her first attempt, and maybe get a little bit of lube tomorrow at the drugstore to try pushing it in an inch or two if she liked what she felt.

But the toy itself seemed to have other plans. When Jane switched it on at the lowest setting and pressed it to her pussy lips, she felt a thrum that conducted itself straight through her pelvic bones and up her whole body to resonate inside her head like an echo of bliss. It didn't sound like words, exactly; it was more of a low, coaxing hum that went straight into her libido without touching her actual conscious mind. But before she knew it she was wriggling the tip into her slick, tingling snatch, and it turned out that lubrication wasn't going to be even a little bit of a problem as it slipped inside her. Jane had never been this wet before. She'd never even imagined it. And within minutes, her eyes were rolling back in her first orgasm of the night.

It was far from her last. That same humming throb buzzed away harder and harder the more of the toy she managed to fit inside her dripping cunt, enticing her to turn up the motor setting by tantalizing setting until she had it blasting away on maximum and her pussy was squeezing the vibrator with an absolutely vise-like grip. And the tighter she clenched around the silicone shaft, the more distinctly she seemed to hear that wordless murmur, as if she was clutching the dildo so hard that it resonated her whole body with the force of its quivering pulses.

Somewhere around the time she attached the clit sucker, Jane found her thoughts drifting to Lena. Not in any kind of sexual way, naturally, but... but god, was she so unbelievably fucking grateful to her best friend right now. She'd lost track of the sheer number of orgasms bouncing through her brain, she was cumming so hard she saw stars now, and she knew it was Lena she had to thank for this bounty of pleasure. Not that she would ever admit it, of course. But after tonight, Jane knew she'd never be bothered again by Bob's long absences. She had something to satisfy her. Truly satisfy her, the way her husband....

Jane didn't finish that thought. But she knew what she wasn't letting herself think.

* * * * *

"So how's the Brainwasher working out for you?" Lena asked out of the blue one day as they were heading back from a trendy new wine bar they'd decided to try together. Jane was letting her friend drive, having indulged perhaps a bit too much in the extremely nice selection of Sauvignons, and for a moment she honestly wasn't sure whether the lurch she felt in the base of her brain was from the wine or Lena's entirely unexpected and intrusive question.

"I'm sorry, the, uhh, the what?" Jane asked, blinking owlishly and hoping Lena confused her genuine astonishment at being asked so specifically about the toy that had been occupying so much of her free time lately with a more general bewilderment about what was now an event some six months in the rear view mirror of history. She didn't want to talk about how much she'd come to rely on her vibrator during Bob's frequent absences, and she definitely didn't want to talk about the disappointment she was beginning to feel when he did get home and expected to be able to satisfy her every bit as well as twelve inches of silicone wrapped around a buzzing steel core.

But all Jane's hopes of hiding her frequent indulgences came crashing down when Lena smirked conspiratorially at her and said, "There's a whole suite of Bluetooth applications for remote control monitoring and use. It's meant for playing with your partner long-distance, but you must have accidentally turned it on because I've been getting pings from it for months now. Been a busy little beaver, haven't we?"

Jane felt a wave of mortification wash over her, bringing with it another furious blush, but strangely there was no indignation to accompany it the way she might have expected. Perhaps it was simply the obvious and inescapable embarrassment of being known by her oldest friend in a way she could never have expected, perhaps it was simply the shock of being caught dead to rights engaging in the sluttiest behavior, but all she could do was meekly whimper, "It, um... it's really nice."

"I knew you'd like it more than Bob!" Lena cackled, giving Jane a friendly pat on the knee with one hand and steering with the other. "Don't get me wrong, sure, guys are great if you're into that sort of thing, but nothing beats a great big thick dildo pushed into your pussy. It never gets tired, it never gets soft--really the only downside is having to tell it what to do yourself instead of just letting someone else do the driving. I mean, I suppose you could leave that to your husband, but come on. We both know he'd only get jealous."

Jane opened her mouth to rebut, but it hung open as she found herself wondering exactly what Bob would say if he knew how many of her nights alone were spent with the entire length of the Brainwasher shoved up her cunt and filling her the way his penis never could. She pretended she never told him because he didn't need to know--she was still spreading her legs for him whenever he was home, it wasn't like he needed to hear all the gory details of her masturbation rituals--but she was definitely concealing the toy's existence from him. And she couldn't imagine he wouldn't look at it with a little bit of jealousy.

"Exactly," Lena said, pulling into Jane's driveway and turning off the engine. Jane suddenly realized that Lena's hand was still on her knee. It felt surprisingly comfortable there. "Anyway, here's your stop. You go in and have a nice night with your toy, okay? And if you ever get tired of doing all the work yourself, just text me and I'll be happy to take over. Friends look out for each other, right?" Jane didn't even know what to say to all that. She simply got out of the car with an unseemly haste and departed into her house without so much as a backwards glance.

Of course she spent the night in bed with the Brainwasher. And of course it felt like a chore every time Jane adjusted the settings manually to give her the exact level of pleasure she wanted. But what was entirely unexpected was the way she couldn't quite seem to get the warm, soft caress of Lena's hand on her knee out of her mind as she came her brains out to the constant, resonant thrum that seemed to speak to her in a language deeper than words.

* * * * *

"This feels, uhm... this feels a little bit, uhhh... I don't know. Weird." It was the closest Jane could say to 'wrong' with her pussy so wet with anticipation, but she suspected Lena knew what she meant with her mumbled, hesitant protests. Letting Lena take over the control of the toy was one thing, they'd been doing that for almost two months now and it had come to feel as natural as breathing to Jane, but being in the same room with her friend while she pushed the ginormous vibrator into her hungry cunt and showed Lena every last inch of it disappearing between her thighs? That felt like crossing a line. That felt like admitting how much of a line had already been crossed the moment she let another woman, a lesbian woman, take charge of her pleasure and bring her quivering body to climax after mind-shattering climax. And Jane wasn't quite sure if she was ready for that.

But she was even less sure she could say no to Lena at this point. Jane's best friend had turned out to be something of a virtuoso when it came to playing the silicone sex toy's various remote controlled settings, and Jane had gotten to the point where she heard that constant thrum in the back of her head every time she so much as thought of Lena whether the toy was inserted or not. Turning down an opportunity to get even bigger, brighter, bolder orgasms felt almost absurdly churlish, a petulant refusal of a sincere and caring offer to make Jane feel better than she ever had, and everything else simply faded away into a meaningless quibble at the prospect of cumming her brains out for the woman she... liked. A great deal.

Even Lena could see that. "Trust me," she said, putting her arm around Jane and giving her an affectionate hug that only reminded Jane of the intimate and delicious warmth beneath Lena's sheer sundress. "If I can see what the toy is doing to you, that just means I have a better idea of how to use it to make you feel good. And you do want to feel good, don't you?" The reasoning, so eerily similar to Jane's own, seemed to resonate in her brain with a warm thrum of sticky sweet bliss that left her nodding vacantly almost before she realized what she was doing. She looked down at the vibrator in her hands, as if truly thinking about its title for the very first time, but then her eyes glazed over with arousal and she lay back on the bed. Her breath escaped in a sleepy sigh. It simply felt too much like work to disagree now.

Jane began to reach down between her legs to insert the toy, but Lena pulled it out of her unresisting hands. "Let me," she said, her voice suddenly commanding in a way it had never been before, and Jane's whole body went limp in docile, dreamy lethargy as she allowed her friend to slowly, sensuously push the huge silicone cock into her sopping cunt. "That's nice, isn't it, babe?" she asked, but Jane was too relaxed even to nod anymore. She merely made a vaguely affirmative grunting sound that could have been agreement and could simply have been an explosive moan of pleasure at being penetrated in a way her useless husband couldn't possibly match.

The vibrator buzzed to life, and if Jane was surprised by how close Lena sat while she observed Jane going utterly blank with shuddering ecstasy, the surprise was quickly erased by the soft, resonant hum in the back of her mind. Lena knew just how to play the throbbing toy, when to apply suction to Jane's clit and when to dial everything down to a gentle simmer that almost drove her insane with desire, and by the time Jane realized her old friend was stroking and caressing her body with her free hand, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Lena knew how to pleasure her better than anyone, after all. Lena's touches were pure bliss. Lena was, was, w-w-was--

The toy thrummed again, softening Jane's mind and providing her the answer on a level she couldn't consciously comprehend, let alone refute. Lena was the best lover Jane ever had, unquestionably. Lena was her mistress, as well as being her Mistress, and while she might endure Bob's company on those rare occasions he even bothered to acknowledge her existence, she had only one true soulmate and it was the woman resting between her spread thighs and gently caressing her pubic mound. It was Lena she loved, Lena she cared about most of all... and Lena whose power controlled her desperately throbbing cunt. Jane's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself descend into a perpetual orgasm and her thoughts fully emptied out into that mesmerizing buzz of pleasure once more.

THE END