Jennifer looked at the non-descript suburban office building as she pulled her beat up old Ford into the parking lot. It was a dull box that could have been off any interstate in North America. This one, however, housed the Flynn institute for sexual research. It was little known that the man who made millions from on-line porn had funded this institute to study how to increase sexual pleasure, and in turn how he could patent the resulting products and sell them for even more money.
Jennifer had volunteered to be a study subject mostly because she needed the money to replace that beat up old Ford she was driving. She did not feel particularly sexy, even though, as a personal trainer, she exercised and kept in good shape for her age. She had just not been financially or emotionally prepared for the divorce. She got asked out lots, often by much younger men, but had not taken any of them up on the offers. As a result, she fell into the exact category the institute was looking for... or, as she thought of it, divorced middle aged women with better relationships with battery powered devices then men.
That did not stop her from showing off the body she worked so hard to keep. She wore slacks that, when coupled with the 3 inch heels she wore, showed off her near perfect butt. She had recently gotten into teasing a bit, so she wore a lower cut blouse with her Victoria's Secret push up bra, to show that she still had solid, firm C cup breasts.
Her past visits to the institute had been to determine her suitability. They had paid her $25 to fill out surveys on her sex life, where she enjoyed being stimulated, what thoughts and images turned her on or off and so on. She had described her fantasies in detail, her ideal man (big, strong and smart), her ideal sexual situations (liked to be teased). And her most profound sexual experiences.
Today Jennifer would be hooked into the institutes test equipment to take measurements. For this, the institute would pay $1000 per day. The woman who called also guaranteed "a very wild ride" with a smirk you could hear over the phone. She did not care. The money plus the trade in on her clunker Ford would get her a new car. That was what she needed.
The receptionist smiled in greeting and shoed Jennifer into a room. It was, she thought, like a very comfortable bed room, except the walls were lined with what looked like medical monitoring devices and there was what appeared to be a one way viewing mirror for the test. A cool medical assistant entered, had her remove everything but her bra and panties, instructed Jennifer to get into a comfortable position on the bed, then began to hook Jennifer up to various monitoring devices. These ranged from the mundane (pulse and respiration) to the unusual (a device for measuring vaginal secretions). Finally a device with many wires was fitted to her head. The device covered Jennifer's eyes, and ears and was fitted with a device that covered her mouth but allowed her to breath. The technician left the room then her disembodied voice came over a speaker.
"Jennifer?" "Yes?"
"We'll be starting the test soon, but I need to calibrate some instruments, ok? If you feel uncomfortable at all, just tell me to stop."
"OK"
Jennifer closed her eyes and licked her lips. "Here goes" she thought.
After some relaxation exercises the technician told Jennifer to imagine many sexual situations.
"Remember your first orgasm please" Jennifer focused on a masturbation session in high school that had left her panting and her sheets drenched in sweat.
"Remember your last orgasms please." Easy. That was two days ago after some fresh batteries helped her vibrator along.
"Remember the most erotic things you have ever done, please" A series of images flashed through Jennifer's mind – several sessions where she had been completely under a man's control, being teased with feathers, fingers sex toys and tongues came to her mind. These always produced mind blowing orgasms. Also she thought of having sex on the desk of her ex-husband's office during lunch hour; having sex in the gym locker room with that stud from the baseball team during college; the one time she had been unfaithful, picking up a business man in a hotel while on a business trip and getting so hot she did him in the elevator before getting to her room – one of the few times she had had multiple orgasms; a slightly drunken wet t-shirt contest she had entered at a vacation her friends took her on the "celebrate" her divorce, and the subsequent red-hot sex she had afterwards – the only time she had been with a man since the break up.
"Now picture your ideal man." Jennifer put together a composite of what she liked about every man she knew. The smell of John and his Aqua di Gio cologne; Michael's powerful back; Simon's handsome face and incredible intelligence.
"OK, we will start. Yu may feel slightly disoriented at first but it will pass."
Jennifer waited. Then, without understanding how, she was lying on the bed without the instruments attached any longer, but she could not move. A new technician, this one a man, entered the room. The man looked slightly familiar. His eyes were the same as the guy from the hotel, whose brown eyes had melted her so fast she did him in the elevator. His smile and chin were the same as Simon, one of her clients who was the occasional source of a battery powered fantasy. He wore a tight t-shirt under a lab coat, showing the muscular power she loved in a man.
"Hello" he smiled. "I am Michael. I am here to continue your tests. Is that ok?"
"Yes."
"Good" Michael wheeled over a cart with numerous objects. "I will be testing your reaction to each of these objects for our study. I want you to tell me how they each feel. Do you mind if I play some music?"
