I masturbate a lot more than I like to admit. I love my trusty new vibrator. It just works better than any other sex toy I have tried, or any man, for that matter.
I looked on the website for the manufacturer to see if they had any other products I should try. I found they had a blog where they talked about how they rigorously test each new product.
One of the articles mentioned that they were looking for women to help with new product testing. The women had to be fit, about my age, and very flexible. There was an email address to submit applications.
I was intrigued. Maybe I would get a chance to experience the latest sex toys before they are released, or perhaps I can help influence the design of a new vibrator even better than the ones they make now.
I was curious about why they needed flexible people. Maybe they just wanted women that wouldn't complain a lot. Or they just wanted to avoid people who were fat and out of shape.
I noticed that the company's address was just an hour's drive from my apartment.
I fantasized about it while I masturbated that night. I imagined a team of hot doctors in white lab coats and clipboards watching me test each dildo and vibrator in turn and take notes. In my fantasy, they asked me how well each one filled me and how intense my climax was with the crazy thick one compared to the long one.
The following day I sent a message to the email address and inquired if they still needed volunteers.
I was surprised when I got a response back just 30 minutes later. My hands shook when I opened the message. They asked if I would be available for a video interview that afternoon!
I eagerly responded back and nervously waited for the time for the call to start.
A pretty young woman joined the call. I immediately felt more comfortable. She introduced herself as Tammy.
She thanked me for taking the time for the call. We talked for a while. I told her how much I enjoyed their products. She smiled and nodded when she heard that.
Tammy asked many very pointed questions about my personal and sex life. I admitted that I masturbated at least once a day and sometimes more than once to climax. I didn't have a boyfriend, but there were a few guy friends I sometimes fooled around with when I was in the mood.
"Have you been tied up?" She asked
"Yes! I love that!" I answered. "It's fun that have sex that way."
"Blindfolded?"
"Especially if I am blindfolded!"
"How flexible are you? Can you sit cross-legged or put your legs behind your head?"
"Yes! I had gymnastics lessons when I was a kid. I am still pretty limber. Sometimes guys will put my legs up behind my head during sex. I feel very exposed and vulnerable that way." I wasn't sure why I was telling her this, but I wanted the job.
"Can you show me?"
"I am wearing jeans. They are pretty constraining."
"You can take those off so they don't get in the way, and just keep your underwear on."
I stood in front of the camera on my laptop, and she watched me take off my jeans, leaving skimpy underwear. I pointed the laptop at my bed and got on it. My pussy was pointed right at the camera, and I wondered if she could see the outline of my vagina through my underwear. I folded my legs and crossed them behind my head, proud that I could still do it.
"Great job! Just hold that position as long as you can!"
I held the position while she asked me even more intimate details about the last time I had sex, how I masturbated and if I liked to give head.
Exposed to the way I was, I felt incredibly horny. I wanted to reach down and finger myself while she watched. With my legs crossed behind my back, I looked down over my spread-open legs to see her face on the laptop. In the little window that showed my image, I could see a close-up of my pussy covered by the thin layer of underwear. Even in a small picture, I could see the material darken as it adsorbed the moisture of my arousal. Tammy was looking right at it.
"I think you would be a great fit!" She said happily. "Would you like to come in and help us develop new products?"
I eagerly agreed, still keeping in position with my ankles tucked behind my head
"Our testing needs change all of the time. You will not have any control over the testing content or methodology. We need to ensure that our testing is unbiased, so you may be unable to see what is happening and be constrained. You must give broad consent for whatever testing is needed."
"This will be very intimate, but there will be safeguards for your privacy. For example, no researchers will know who you are, and we will cover your face for privacy."
As she told me, I was pretty close to climaxing, even without touching myself. I wanted to masturbate in the worse way.
"This is a volunteer position, and you must sign a consent form to protect the company."
I agreed to it all. I worried about what I was getting myself into, but how bad could it be?
We scheduled a time for me to come in to volunteer
I thought about what they might have me do. I imagined masturbating while a bunch of men in lab coats watched. Or someone fucking me with different dildos until I cum
She told me not to have sex or masturbate or climax for three days before the appointment.
Testing Day
The day finally arrived, and I drove into the office. It was a modern office building. I went to the reception desk, and they gave me a paper to sign. It is a consent form for all forms of intimacy with any people as needed and may include vaginal, oral, and anal penetration as required. There is also a clause not to talk about my experience, including any posts on social media. My hands shook as I signed it.
Tammy greeted me, wearing business casual jeans and a nice shirt. She shook my hand and thanked me for volunteering. She told me that this would be very important to their work and mission to bring pleasure to the world.
Tammy led me to a small room and handed me a robe.
"Go ahead and get completely undressed and put on the robe," she instructed. "You can leave your clothes on the counter. I will give you some privacy and be back in a minute."
My hands shook as I unbuttoned my top and stripped naked. The robe felt warm on my skin, and I placed my clothes on the counter