While the technology to make something akin to the Dikbit certainly exists today, this is purely a work of fiction and is for entertainment purposes only.
Also, in this fictional world, Ian is not harmed in the making of this story (in truth, he secretly enjoys it ;-)
Mostly I'm writing these vignettes to flesh out the mechanics for a broader "universe" where people can be controlled by (and/or enjoy) such monitoring devices. Your constructive comments are greatly appreciated and invaluable to this endeavor.
-VG
Prolog
After his partial--yet anticlimactic--release, Ian's wet dreams had abated and he was able to get in a few good night's sleep--even with Emma's ever-present, teasing grip on his shaft. She said it was important for "the game" that he be erect as frequently as possible and, at night, she preferred to do it personally as she enjoyed the control it gave her.
Thankfully, she hadn't pushed Ian to the point of orgasm as the Dikbit could monitor his sexual state and would administer a cum-blocking jolt of electricity anytime he was on edge. He was now able to attain a deep sleep even while being teased by a sleeping Emma. It was as though his cock was having a separate relationship with Emma's unconscious mind.
So, while he was no longer sleep-deprived, Ian spent his days in a nearly constant state of frustrated horniness--a feeling that he both craved and loathed.
Day 9: The Dinner Guest
Ian was starting to get the hang of cooking and was actually enjoying it. Emma insisted that they eat healthier and had replaced his beer with kombucha. Other than his sexual frustrations, Ian could already feel that this new lifestyle was making him healthier.
Ian stood in the kitchen, buck naked except for Emma's pink floral apron that barely reached his thighs. His muscles tensed with every movement, the Dikbit snugly wrapped around him like a relentless captor. Tonight's menu was ambitious: fettuccine alfredo paired with a lobster bisque. He knew it was a mix of styles, but they were Emma's favorites.
Trying to interpret the recipe book, Ian stirred the bisque--his mind half-focused on the task and half on the uneasy tingle from the Dikbit's "T & D modes." His erection bobbed in time with the teasing pulses, rising and falling with no regard for his desperate yearning. His cock leaked a steady drip of precum, staining the apron's hem, something Emma took great delight in pointing out at every meal.
For the past few days, Emma had rewarded him by turning off the "chastity mode" on his device. This meant that he could now touch his genitals without getting a severe shock. The downside was Ian's cock was now in a constant, hypersensitive state and--if he wasn't careful--he could easily bring himself to the brink of an orgasm. Something he now tried to avoid at all costs.
Instead, he was learning how to redirect his sexual energies toward pleasing Emma. She had been hinting that his well-deserved orgasm was close at hand and, just this morning, she promised that tonight would be "a special evening he was sure to remember."
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The door clicked open, and Ian's heart jumped as Emma's voice rang through the house, "Ian, honey, we've got company!"
Ian froze.
Company?
He wasn't ready for this--he wasn't prepared for anything that didn't involve just Emma. He heard the unmistakable clatter of heels against hardwood, each step echoing his growing apprehension.
Emma strutted into the kitchen, her confident smile stretching wider than usual. Behind her, Tina followed, her tight red skirt clinging to her curves and her towering heels making her legs look impossibly long.
Ian's face flushed instantly; the last person he would want to see him like this was his wife's lifelong friend and business partner. Tina always had that hungry look whenever they were in the same room that made Ian feel like a piece of meat at a BBQ competition.
"Well, isn't this just the cutest thing?" Tina said in her southern accent, her eyes raking over Ian's nearly naked form. Ian's cheeks burned as he shifted uncomfortably, trying to cover his erection's conspicuous outline under the apron. Emma only grinned and sauntered up to him, running a finger down his chest.
"Ian, darling," Emma purred, "could you pour us some wine while I catch up with Tina?"
As Emma led Tina to the living room, she turned back to Ian, "And get a fresh apron; that one looks a bit... wet." The women laughed heartily as they disappeared into the adjoining room.
After delivering their wine Tina giggled at Ian's bare ass as he exited the room.
Later, as he brought in a second glass, he found the women whispering conspiratorially. Startled, they fell silent then burst into laughter as Ian returned to the kitchen.
At the third glass of wine, Tina grabbed Ian's apron ties as he was leaving and pulled, nearly leaving him naked. Ian managed to grab the apron before it came off entirely.
"Oh, come on Ian," said Emma, slurring her words, "show Tina your little friend."
Ian's breath hitched. He hesitated, but Emma's stern look said there was no room for protest. He let the apron drop to the floor, revealing the Dikbit in all its humiliating glory, nestled snug around his shaft and balls. Tina leaned in closer, inspecting with unabashed curiosity.
Tina laughed, her eyes gleaming, "My goodness, Emma, you really do have him on a leash, don't you?"
"Better than that," said Emma as she held down the "T" button on the app until Ian was fully erect. She then switched her thumb to the lightning bolt icon, and Ian's body jolted involuntarily as a sharp zap shot through him. He bit down on a yelp, stumbling slightly as the device forced his cock to go limp. She then, once again held down the "T" button and Ian's cock responded dutifully.
Tina's laughter filled the room "Oh my lord, that's wicked."
"He's such a good boy now," Emma said. "Ever since I left him in denial mode, he's been so obedient. And this tease mode keeps him right on the edge, poor thing."
"Can I try?" Tina asked eagerly, grabbing Emma's phone without waiting for permission.
Emma shrugged, sipping from her wine glass as if this were all perfectly normal. Tina's finger hovered over the screen before she pressed a button, sending another shock through Ian. He winced, his knees buckling slightly, and Tina's delighted giggle only added to his embarrassment as she zapped him again.
"Tina!" Emma chided playfully. "Ease up on him, will you? He's still got to serve dinner."
Ian's humiliation continued throughout the meal. He served plates completely naked, while the women chatted openly about his new lifestyle, making no effort to hide their conversation.
"My biggest frustration is the precum," Emma lamented. "I imagine it's just one of those, 'guy things' but it seems like he flows with it constantly."
"Could you put a condom on him?"
I tried, but it gave him a rash."
"Ick, you can't have that."
"Mostly, I just make sure he wears an apron and cleans up whatever spots he makes."
As Ian served strawberry shortbread for dessert--also Emma's favorite--Tina looked lost in thought, tapping a well-manicured fingernail on Emma's phone. She then shifted her gaze to Ian's currently erect shaft. "So... how does sex work with that thing on?"
"It doesn't get in the way, at all" Emma explained casually, leaning back in her chair. "In fact, on those occasions when he gets shocked, it actually feels quite pleasant for me."
Tina sighed, shaking her head of full blond hair wistfully and holding up the phone. "I wish I'd had something like this before my divorce. Would've kept my ex in line for sure. Lord, it's been over a year since I've had sex with something other than my vibrator..."
They exchange glances.
"Emma, do you think I could--?"
Emma raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a thoughtful smile. "Borrow him for the night?" she finished Tina's thought. Ian's eyes widened in alarm as he audibly gulped.
Emma considered this as she retrieved her phone from Tina. "Well, I suppose it's hardly cheating if he's not in control of things and he can't get off. And, if he's getting punished for doing it, it could be a good teaching moment for him."
Teaching moment?
thought Ian.
"Teaching moment?" asked Tina.
"Ian, honey, why don't you start working on those dishes."
When Ian was out of earshot, Emma turned to Tina and quietly said, "I haven't shared this with him, but on the night Ian got drunk and lost his job, I found out that he was also banging the dispatcher at his company--"
