Desirix

Dan looked across at his captor. Her flowing auburn hair framed a face of exquisite beauty -- high cheekbones, a dainty nose, and plump, rosy lips. Her eyes, a mesmerising shade of green, seemed to gleam with mischief. She sat in the barstool next to his with her back straight, shoulders gracefully squared, and every movement seemed deliberate and purposeful. The form-fitting cocktail dress, a rich burgundy in colour, accentuated her curves in a way that left little to the imagination, and the way that her slender fingers toyed with the stem of her wine glass only added to her sexuality.

"Smart choice, Dan." She laughed. "And who knows, maybe you'll find that what I have to offer is much more appealing than any escape plan."

Dan's brows furrowed as he struggled to come to terms with the situation. The everyday setting of the bar, which he knew so well, added to the surreal nature of the trap in which he found himself. The same was true of his captor, Sarah's beauty was slender and delicate and there was no way he could imagine her posing any kind of physical threat to him.

His experience in the bathroom with the Desirix's more physical capabilities, however, gave him no illusions about his chances if he tried to overpower Sarah. He could still practically feel his wrists being pinned behind his back, and that stinging sensation in his rectum. The device was currently dormant, and yet he was constantly aware of its soft, almost liquid like presence as it surrounded the most intimate parts of his body. It must be constantly monitoring his every move.

But what kind of guy would try to physically overpower a beautiful woman in a bar anyway? Sure, that wouldn't have adverse consequences for him! Quite apart from anything her little friend could do to him!

"What do you want from me?" he ventured cautiously, his voice tinged with a mix of anxiety and curiosity.

Sarah leaned in closer, her eyes never leaving his. "Oh, Dan," she purred, her voice a velvet whisper, "that's the wrong question."

He blinked, perplexed. "What do you mean?"

Her lips curled into a sly smile as she answered, "I'm not here to take anything from you. I'm here to give you something. And the fun part is, you can't not receive it."

Dan felt a tingling sensation ripple through every part of his skin that was covered by the Desirix. The sensation that flashed across his upper thighs, waist, groin and enclosed penis was very mild, but the surprise made him jump.

A playful glint danced in Sarah's mesmerising green eyes as she continued, "We're going to play a little game, Dan." She leaned in closer, her voice sweet and enticing. "I'm going to ask you questions, and my little friend here," she tapped a finger discreetly on his upper thigh where the Desirix was under his clothes, "is going to play lie detector for me."

Dan's heart raced at the thought, a mixture of excitement and trepidation coursing through him. "What happens if I... lie?" he asked, his voice quivering slightly.

Sarah's grin widened, and she leaned even closer, her breath warm against his ear. "Well, for truthful answers, you'll get the most delightful sensations. Pleasure, Dan. But for lies," she whispered seductively, "a mild punishment. Just to keep things interesting."

She leaned back, her tone light and teasing. "I would warn you not to cheat, but with the Desirix monitoring you the way it is cheating is quite impossible. So, are you ready to play?"

Dan's throat felt dry, his nerves electrified as he nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving Sarah's. "I... I'm ready," he managed to stammer, the anticipation already coursing through him.

Sarah's emerald eyes glittered with a playful glint. "Let's start with something simple, shall we?" She leaned in closer, her voice warm and flirtatious, "Tell me Dan, what's your name?"

"Dan," he answered promptly.

A subtle shift in the air around him accompanied by a gentle, warm caress against his lower abdomen made him catch his breath. It felt like a phantom hand, soft and tantalising, brushing over his skin. His body reacted involuntarily, a shiver of pleasure coursing through him, and he couldn't help but wonder what the consequences of a lie might be.

Sarah chuckled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Good boy, Dan." Her voice took on a seductive tone as she continued, "Now, let's dive a little deeper, shall we? Tell me, are you attracted to women?"

Dan swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. "Yes," he replied truthfully.

The reaction from the Desirix was electrifying. The warm caress intensified, focusing its attention on his burgeoning desire. It was as if an invisible lover's hand had taken hold of him, teasing and stroking, sending shivers of pleasure cascading through his body. His cheeks flushed as his breath quickened, and he couldn't help but squirm slightly in his seat.

Sarah leaned closer, her lips grazing his ear as she whispered, "Mmm, very truthful, Dan." Her warm breath sent shivers down his spine. "You're off to a good start."

Sarah leant back to take a sip of her drink, green eyes locked onto Dan's as she asked the question, her voice smooth and sultry, "Dan, do you find me attractive?"

Dan felt a bead of sweat forming on his brow as he replied, "Yes."

As soon as the words left his lips, a powerful sensation rippled through him. The Desirix responded to his truthful answer with an intensity that took his breath away. It was as if a surge of pleasure radiated from his lower abdomen, coursing down his groin and pulsing through his perineum. His body quivered involuntarily, and he couldn't suppress a soft gasp.

Sarah's lips curled into a knowing smile as she watched his reactions. "Oh, Dan," she purred, "you have excellent taste."

Dan's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson, and he couldn't help but squirm in his seat, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement coursing through him. The game had taken on a thrilling intensity, and he was beginning to understand that there was no escape from the pleasure it promised.

Sarah's voice dropped to a warm whisper as she posed her next question, her eyes narrowing slightly with playful curiosity. "Tell me, Dan, what do you find the sexiest about me?"

"Um... your eyes," Dan said, almost automatically. It was a polite answer to give to a beautiful woman, and her eyes were indeed very captivating.

But the Desirix wasn't fooled. As soon as the words left his lips, a swift and deliberate reaction occurred. Dan felt a sudden, intense pressure around his waist, and his breath caught in his throat as the penile sheath tightened around his erection. The small stub inserted in his rectum seemed to pulsate, sending jolts of mild discomfort through his body. The sensations were far from pleasurable, and he let out an involuntary groan.

Sarah's gaze remained fixed on him, her expression unwavering. "Eyes, huh?" she said, her voice laced with amusement. "Interesting choice, Dan."

Dan swallowed hard, the memory of the recent punishment lingering. He met her gaze, feeling very vulnerable, and then admitted, "Your curves, especially the way your dress hugs them."

As he spoke, the Desirix responded, this time with a sensation that felt like a slow, teasing caress along his inner thighs, edging closer to his most sensitive areas. Dan's breath hitched, and he couldn't help but shift slightly in his seat, his body responding to the erotic stimuli.

Sarah's smile widened as she nodded approvingly. "That's more like it, Dan." She leaned back in her chair, the air between them charged with a tantalising tension. "Remember, in this game, honesty is your best friend."

Sarah's emerald eyes bore into Dan's, a mischievous glint dancing within them. "Next question:" she dropped her voice to a confidential whisper, "If you had just seen me from across the room tonight, what would you want to do with me?"

Dan's mind raced, a whirlwind of illicit desires and graphic images colliding in his thoughts. He hesitated, not wanting to voice the explicit fantasies that had involuntarily surfaced. But then, he felt the Desirix beneath his clothes start to shift, its response a pulsating reminder that time was of the essence.

A bead of sweat formed on his forehead as he finally managed to stammer out, "I, uh, would want to...talk to you, get to know you better."

The device's reaction to his answer was swift and unrelenting. The penile sheath tightened, and the rectal stub was sending a series of mild stinging pulses into his flesh that made him gasp. Dan's face flushed with embarrassment, realising that even an attempt to deflect the question had consequences.

Sarah leaned in closer, her lips dangerously close to his ear, and said, "Hmmm, Dan, you're testing the boundaries, aren't you?" Her fingers traced a seductive path along his thigh as she continued, "That sensation that you're feeling right now is because you're not being honest with me." She leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against his earlobe, and added in a low, sultry tone, "So, Dan, tell me what's really on your mind."

Dan's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he knew he had no choice. The pulsing discomfort made it clear that honesty was the only path to relief. He took a deep breath and whispered, "I... I can't help but imagine more intimate things, things I probably shouldn't say."

Dan's heart raced, torn between embarrassment and the desperate desire to ease the pulsing discomfort. With a hesitant gulp, he leaned closer to Sarah and whispered, his voice quivering, "I... I can't help but imagine kissing you, feeling your lips against mine."

The discomfort wasn't going away. He felt Sarah's lips brush against his ear, "Hmm, that's a good start Dan. Do go on."

Caught in the irresistible pull of this strange game and the sensations coursing through his body, Dan continued in a hushed tone, "My hands would trace along your curves, slipping beneath your dress, and..." His voice trailed off, as if he couldn't believe he was divulging these thoughts. In reality his hands were holding onto the bar as he tried to steady himself.

He could somehow feel Sarah's amusement as she encouraged him further. "And then, Dan?"

He swallowed hard before admitting, "And then, they would find their way to your most intimate places, where they'd... explore and tease. I'd want to touch you and drive you wild."

He could sense more than see the mischievous grin that spread across Sarah's face as she heard his words. "Well done, Dan," she whispered, "and here's your reward."

As he spoke those words, the Desirix responded. The sensations it generated intensified, a swirl of pleasure enveloping his lower abdomen and his erect penis. The discomfort faded away, replaced by a wave of sensual delight.

Sarah's eyes sparkled with amusement as she leaned back again, her lips curving into a seductive smile. "There you go, Dan," she said, her tone smouldering with desire. "See how good honesty can feel?"

The sudden arrival of the bartender cut across the moment. Distractedly he asked Dan and Sarah, mostly Sarah, whether they were okay for drinks. Dan's senses were still reeling and he had trouble tuning his attention back into the outside world. Sarah had no such trouble and answered a polite no thank you for both of them before he could even begin to react.

Dan imagined that to the outside world his encounter with this mystery woman just looked like a couple at an exciting stage in their relationship, or perhaps a date that was going really well. There didn't seem to be much chance of any other interruptions. Certainly nobody could even begin to guess the hold that this woman had over him, or the intimate game that she was forcing him to play.

Daintily Sarah reached for her still mostly full wine glass and took a sip, turning her attention back to Dan. Then she leaned closer, her voice a sultry whisper as she inquired, "Tell me, Dan, are you afraid of me?"

Dan's eyes met hers, his feelings filled with a mixture of intrigue and trepidation. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely above a murmur.

A sly smile played on Sarah's lips. "Good. You should be," she replied, her words laced with promise, "because you have absolutely no idea what kind of wild things I'm about to do to you."

As Dan gave his honest answer, the Desirix responded eagerly to his confession. It initiated a series of subtle yet electrifying sensations that surged through his body. The penile sheath tightened around his shaft, providing a gentle, pulsating pressure that mimicked the rhythmic caresses of a skilled lover. His breathing grew heavier as his body succumbed to the device's manipulations and a warm, tingling sensation enveloped his groin, spreading deliciously through his loins. The exquisite pleasure was undeniable, rendering him powerless to resist.

As he basked in the intoxicating sensations, Sarah's voice, filled with smoky allure, broke through his pleasure-addled haze. "Last question. Tell me, Dan," she cooed, "are you turned on by all of this?"

Dan's mind raced. He contemplated lying, attempting to regain some semblance of control, but the futility of it struck him like a thunderbolt. There was no point in lying, not with the Desirix monitoring his every physical and emotional response. With a resigned sigh, he uttered a single word, "Yes."

A triumphant smirk tugged at the corners of Sarah's lips. "Gotcha," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

She leaned in closer to Dan and placed her hand on his thigh. "You're mine now, Dan. And as long as you play by my rules, I promise you'll experience pleasures beyond your wildest dreams. But I'll stop being so hard on you for a while. Now that you've confessed your desires, it's time for your reward."

Sarah locked eyes with Dan, her gaze unwavering and filled with a tantalising promise. She reached out with her hand and took one of his, placing it on the bar between them so that she could rest hers on top. Her voice, a sultry whisper, stirred the depths of his imagination.

"Picture this, Dan," she began, her words laced with desire. "We're upstairs in my hotel room, away from the prying eyes of the bar. The door clicks shut behind us, and the room is bathed in a soft, inviting glow. The atmosphere is electric, thick with anticipation."

Dan's breath caught in his throat as he listened, the scene she painted taking shape in his mind.

"I have you sit on the bed and I stand in front of you. I slowly peel off my dress," she continued, her fingers moving sensuously in the air as if mimicking the act. "Each inch of fabric that falls to the floor reveals more of my skin, until I'm standing before you completely naked."

His heart raced, the vivid imagery making his body react despite his efforts to remain composed.

"Then," Sarah's voice dropped even lower, "I climb onto your lap, straddling you. Our bodies are so close that you can feel the heat emanating from me. The world outside the room fades away, and it's just you and me, Dan."

Dan's eyes were locked onto hers, his imagination running wild as he envisioned the scenario.

"And then," she continued, her voice now a seductive murmur, "you feel it--the sensation of me enveloping you, tight and warm, as you slide inside."

Sarah's words seemed to have an almost magical effect. As she described the vivid scenario, the Desirix, under her control, started to respond. The sensation began as a subtle, teasing caress, a gentle exploration of Dan's longing. It was as if invisible fingers, warm and eager, brushed over the sensitive skin of his erect penis, causing it to twitch and throb in response. The tip of his member tingled with anticipation, yearning for more.

Then, as Sarah's description grew more vivid, the sensations intensified. It was as though a velvety, wet embrace enveloped him. He could feel the phantom touch of silky vaginal lips parting, yielding to the firmness of his engorged shaft. A rush of warmth flooded over him, akin to a sensual tidal wave, coursing down his length. The sensation was so lifelike, so intense, that it sent a surge of desire coursing through his veins.

The device seemed to be able to mimic the experience flawlessly. His breath quickened, and he couldn't help but gasp, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The device continued its simulation, mirroring the tightening sensation of a lover's embrace. It was as though he was slipping deeper inside a real lover, drawn inexorably into a world of intimate ecstasy.

His eyes remained locked onto Sarah's, his body reacting to the vivid illusion that had been conjured. The boundary between reality and simulation had blurred to the point where he couldn't distinguish the two. It was as if he were living the scenario she described, every detail etched into his senses, heightening his arousal.

In that electrifying moment, Dan realised the extent of Sarah's control over his pleasure and desire. He was captivated, entranced by the power she wielded through the Desirix, and he couldn't deny the overwhelming temptation it presented.

"As we move together," Sarah whispered, "our bodies meld in perfect harmony." Her eyes bored into Dan's, locking them into a mesmerising gaze. "You can feel the heat, can't you? The intensity of our desire as I press myself against you, my soft skin brushing against yours."

In perfect synchronisation with her description, the Desirix continued its masterful simulation. Dan's senses were overwhelmed by the vivid sensations it created. He could feel the warmth of her body, the subtle friction as they moved together, every detail of the encounter brought to life by the incredible technology at work.

Sarah's monologue painted a vivid picture, and Dan was fast becoming a willing captive of her storytelling. Her words alone were enough to stoke the fires of his desire, and the Desirix made it all incredibly physical, generating matching waves of pleasure that coursed through his body. Through the haze of ecstasy it was as though he could feel every detail of their intimate embrace and the line between real sensation and imagination seemed to blur.

Sarah leaned in closer, her lips almost brushing his, the intense pleasure and her eyes becoming his entire world. "Can you feel it, Dan? The ecstasy building with every movement, every touch."

Was the Desirix really generating the sensation of her breasts pushing into his chest, or fingers in his hair? The sensations grew more intense, and Dan's resistance crumbled under the weight of his desire. Part of him was present enough worry that he might just explode into uncontrollable orgasm right there in the bar, whilst another part of him was beyond caring, it desperately craved that resolution. Somehow it was clear to him that it wasn't going to happen; the Desirix was in complete control, holding him on a high plateau that threatened to drive him crazy.

Dan's desperation and desire reached a fever pitch. Unable to contain himself any longer, he extended a trembling hand toward Sarah. He longed to touch her, to feel the connection, to escape the tantalising torment that gripped his body.

The moment his fingertips brushed against her hand, a sudden, jarring sensation pulsed from the device nestled against his body. The silver tendrils constricted, not with pleasure this time, but with a warning. The penile sheath around his erection tightened with a level of pressure that bordered on pain, and the rectal stub, once a subtle presence, made its presence known with a pronounced sensation that was as unexpected as it was unpleasant.

Dan's hand recoiled instinctively as he winced from the unexpected punishment. The shock and confusion he felt from this sudden reprimand all the greater coming amid the barrage of pleasurable sensations. It was as though the Desirix had its own consciousness, its own will, and it was determined to enforce the rules Sarah had set.