To Feel Desire

Note

This is the first part in what I think will be a 3-4 part series. I also intend to build out more stories set in this world. Anyone who finds the this world interesting is welcome to use this idea in their own writing; I'd love to see more stories in this universe. This story starts off a bit slow in order to introduce the universe, but subsequent stories in this series will have much more action.

All characters are over 18.

For fans on my other series, Romance Under Control, I'm sorry it has been so long since the last chapter, and I plan to get back to it soon. I have lots more ideas planned for that series but haven't had much time to write recently.

To Be Ava

It's good to be Ava.

To constantly bask in the warm glow of perfect health, to move with the effortless grace of a dancer and the power of an athlete, to feel the sensuous touch of the finest fabrics over perfectly smooth skin, to eat a perfect diet of the freshest, ripest fruits: All of these things are every day life for Ava. In most ways Ava's life is a paradise. There is only one problem: Every hour of every day, Ava burns with desire for the one pleasure forbidden to her.

That might not sound like the worst thing in the world: most people enjoy feeling desire from time to time. For most people desire is temporary state, an excitement that soon yields to pleasure. For most people desire is a rare, enjoyable feeling, a change of pace to liven up their day to day lives.

For Ava desire is something very different. For Ava desire does not lead to pleasure, only to more desire. For Ava desire drowns out all other thoughts and feelings, an ever growing wave that never quite breaks.

Desire is Ava's greatest gift and her cruelest curse. If you said that desire is Ava's job, you would technically be right, but you'd be missing the bigger picture. Desire is Ava's calling.

And as Ava's fiancee, Ava's desire is my duty.

Full Sensory Xperience

Almost 4 years ago, in 2028, a tiny biotech firm that nobody had ever heard of announced a breakthrough that turned the world upside down. For the first time, it was possible to record sensory inputs to the brain in one person and replay them in another. Everything a person saw, heard, tasted, smelled and felt could be recorded and replayed. For the viewer, it felt like inhabiting someone else's body as a passive observer. They called this technology "Full Sensory Xperience", or FSX for short. The person who's sensorium had been recorded was commonly referred to as a "sensor". A recording of a sensor was called an "xperience".

Within a day of the announcement FSX had taken the world by storm. The stock market went crazy, traditional media companies crashing while anything remotely related to FSX soared. Everyone knew right away that FSX was the future of entertainment. Governments raced to try to regulate the new tech while innovators raced even faster to work around regulations. Companies tripped over themselves trying to develop content for this new media form. Fortunes were made and lost in days.

Despite all the hype, it took a couple years for FSX to really catch on. The first generations of the technology relied on brain implants which only a small percentage of the population was willing to get. Early recordings felt shallow and empty. Sensations didn't feel quite right, and the experience of a recording varied greatly from person to person.

FSX truly caught on after a few major improvements. First, scientists discovered how to record someone's emotional state in addition to their sensory inputs. This made an enormous difference to the quality of FSX recordings. Early recordings had felt empty because they lacked the emotions that went with each sight, sound and touch. It was quickly recognized that recording emotions accurately was much more important than recording high resolution video and audio.

Market interest in FSX had waned after the initial release, but as soon as FSX recordings including emotion hit the market there was an enormous resurgence in consumer appetite. FSX studios started focusing heavily on emotion, and started hiring sensors for their ability to feel. Acting wasn't enough anymore, a sensor had to truly emote in order for it to come across as authentic on the recording.

With the market's renewed interest in FSX, it didn't take long to develop new FSX interfaces that did not require implants at all. The new interfaces sat outside the head using similar technology to an EEG. This style of interface was commonly referred to as a "crown", and quickly fashion companies got involved in the space creating slim, elegant crowns that quickly became a status symbol.

And of course, the adult entertainment industry welcomed this innovation with open arms (and legs).

To Be A Sensor

It isn't easy to be a sensor.

In the age of television, actors had to look the part and say the right lines, but what was going on inside their heads didn't matter. An actor might feel a little silly saying a particular line but that didn't matter as long as they were able to hold the right facial expression. And most importantly, mistakes could be edited out after a scene was recorded.

For a sensor, it isn't enough just to act the part, everything they see, hear, tasted, smelled and felt has to be just right. Sensors have to be in perfect health, any aches or pains they feel would be felt by the viewer as well. The hardest challenge for sensors though, is to feel exactly the right emotions. A sensor who doubts their abilities might feel nervous when acting out a scene, and that nervousness will ruin the xperience for the viewer. A sensor playing a sad scene has to truly feel sad from the bottom of their heart, or the scene will come across as shallow.

To make matters worse, despite dozens of companies spending billions of dollars on research, nobody has found a way to edit FSX recordings convincingly. Crude edits are possible. A sense can be removed from a recording leaving only the other senses, and splicing multiple recordings together is possible, although great care is required to avoid disorienting the viewer. However, a stray noise can't be edited out, lighting can't be tweaked, and emotions can't be fine tuned, faked, or enhanced.

Needless to say, top tier sensors are very rare and very, very well paid.

FSXXX

Just one day after FSX technology was first announced, FSXXX was founded. Funded by an eccentric venture capatalist and managed by a retired porn star, FSXXX quickly became the most powerful company in the adult industry. The name FSXXX is now synonymous with FSX adult content. FSXXX succeeded partly because it was the first company in the space, but an even larger part of FSXXX's success is due to its unique management structure and culture.

The adult entertainment industry has traditionally been male dominated and predatory, with rampant mistreatment of talent. FSXXX does things very differently. Management positions at FSXXX are almost exclusively held by former or current content creators, and almost all C suite positions are held by women. All content creators signed with FSXXX receive equity in the company. Mistreatment of content creators is strictly forbidden, and managers who interact with content creators are carefully selected.

Of course, none of that is to say that FSXXX isn't full of sex, drama, and excitement. Controversy swirled around FSXXX from day one. Politicians and rival businesses have tried to take them down. The elusive billionaire who funded FSXXX is rumored to have also starred in certain xperiences featuring highly unconventional kinks. Tabloid journalists run non stop scandalous articles about FSXXX, some of which were actually true.

FSXXX is always on the lookout for new talent, but their standards were high and the competition is fierce. There is always a demand for vanilla FSXXX content, but that market is saturated. After all, who would turn down a chance to get rich just by having great sex?

To become a content creator on FSXXX you need something unique. What FSXXX recruiters want is new sensations, new emotions, and new perversions. New talent needs the creativity to discover new erotic sensations and the artistry to see their vision through flawlessly, but that isn't enough.

In conventional, audiovisual porn, actors could fake it while participating in scenes that brought them no real pleasure. That doesn't cut it for FSX erotica. With FSX the sensor's emotions are everything. To become a FSXXX content creator, you need to truly enjoy what you're recording.

The Beginning

Ava's journey with desire started on a quiet winter evening six months ago. Ava and I were in our last semester of college and had been living together for several months. We had been in love since our freshman year, and were planning to start a life together after we graduated.

Ava sat on my lap wearing nothing but an oversized t shirt and lacy panties as I leaned back on our couch. We enjoyed being close to each other for a bit, then I pulled her closer, kissed the back of her neck and reached for her crown. I stroked Ava's hair as she placed the crown her head, excited to watch the latest episode of a Victorian era FSX drama she followed. She giggled as I wrapped my arms around her and cupped one of her supple, C cup breasts in my palm.

"Are you going to watch it with me, or are you just going to play with my boobs?" she teased.

I laughed and squeezed her tighter. "I'll get you nice and warmed up. See you in a bit A."

She wiggled her magnificent ass against me as I slowly brushed my arm across her chest, reaching up to press the power button on her crown. She sighed as her show started, her mind going on a journey, leaving her perfect body relaxed on top of mine.

It had been a busy day for both of us, and it had become a tradition to relax like this when we were too tired to go out. I wasn't a huge fan of FSX shows, although I did watch them from time to time. Ava really enjoyed FSX though, and used her crown most evenings.

I started massaging Ava's chest through her shirt, grinning to myself. Ava liked having me play with her while she was in an xperience. People can't feel their own body while in an xperience, but their body still responds to stimulus, as though they were asleep and dreaming. Ava's soft, pale body certainly responds to my caresses while her mind is elsewhere, and that night six months ago was no different. Within minutes her juices had through her panties.

When Ava first bought a FSX crown I did my best to be respectful of her while she was in an xperience, not wanting to take advantage of her while she was effectively unconscious. However, as soon as Ava was comfortable using her crown, she started asking me to touch with her while she was out. She liked coming back to her body with her pussy soaked and aching to be fucked, and she didn't want me to get bored while she was in an xperience. She had given me permission to fuck her when she was in an xperience, but I greatly preferred to get both of us worked up then fuck passionately when the xperience ended. I loved watching her come to and seeing her expression shift from relaxation to pure lust as her mind reconnected with her body.

That evening six months ago went just like many others. Ava inhabited the mind of an actress playing a servant girl in a drama filled 19th century mansion, while I fondled her breasts, squeezed her nipples, spread her lips, and gently stroked her shaved pussy. It was a familiar and enjoyable routine, and by the time her xperience ended 30 minutes later the room smelled like sex and my member was painfully erect against her perfect rear. As always, it was a struggle to go 30 minutes without flipping her over and fucking her, but I had learned to enjoy the wait.

Ava came back to humping the air and moaning. Her sex drive had always been insanely high, and thirty minutes of teasing was enough to turn her into an animal. I pulled the crown from her head and placed it on a side table gently. She tried to turn around so that she could ride me, but I grabbed her arms and held her tight, her rear still pressed against my raging erection. As much as I wanted to fuck her, making her wait and watching her struggle was too much fun to pass up.

"Aaaaah, please just fuck me," Ava cried, struggling to get free.

"I fucking love you you horny slut," I laughed, releasing her.

Ava stood up, turning around to face me. I stood, wrapped my arms around her, kissed her deeply, then pushed her down onto our couch. I slid her panties aside and slowly pushed myself deep inside her. Ava gasped, but her soaked pussy was more than ready to receive me. She pressed her hips up towards me and we melted into each other.

Later, when we were spent, we cuddled together enjoying the afterglow. We whispered quietly to each other, mostly about nothing. Eventually, I asked how her show was.

"Oh it was pretty good, but its middle of the season filler. I did see something kinda hot during it though," she replied.

"Oh?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.

"So one of the servant girls in the show got a little too flirty with a nobleman's son, so to keep her away from him, the master of the house locked her in a metal belt that blocks access to her pussy. Now she can't have sex and she can't even touch herself, so she's horny all of the time. They say its for her own good," Ava explained, excited.

"That sounds so cruel, poor girl," I replied, although I was secretly a little turned on by the idea.

"I think it would be really hot actually," Ava giggled, a mischievous look in soft green eyes.

"You wouldn't last one day with your pussy locked away," I laughed, grabbing her playfully. "You barely made it one minute after your xperience before you were begging me to fuck you."

"Maybe I need to be locked up for my own good then."

Exploring A Fantasy

The next week had mostly been normal, although I never missed an opportunity to tease Ava about locking her pussy away. To my surprise, Ava was still excited about the idea, and every time she watched an episode of her drama with the locked up servant girl she got even hornier than normal.

Although I had initially dismissed the idea as just a passing fantasy, Ava's enthusiasm rubbed off on me, and I soon found myself fantasizing about my beautiful girlfriend's perfect pussy locked behind metal, aching with desire.

The next weekend I decided to surprise Ava. After just a few minutes browsing seedier parts of the online FSX catalogs I came across a variety of xperiences featuring women locked in chastity belts. I wasn't super familiar with FSX porn, and didn't have much use for porn in general when I had a girlfriend with such an insane sex drive. I wanted to do something special for Ava though, so I looked for the best chastity belt xperience I could find. Unfortunately most of the xperiences I came across sounded low budget and low quality.

Although disappointed by the selection of xperiences available, I eventually picked one that looked a little better than the rest. This xperience featured a girl getting fingered then locked in a chastity belt, struggling in vain to bring herself over the edge. I paid for the xperience, then downloaded it into Ava's crown.

That afternoon, I pulled Ava into our bedroom and told her I had a surprise for her. She followed me into our bedroom, giggling.

"I found an xperience I think you might enjoy," I said with a grin, holding up her crown. "But it might leave you feeling a bit... frustrated."

Ava's eyes widened as she realized what I meant. She gave me an excited little laugh, then kissed me on the cheek and started stripping her clothes off, her hands shaking with nervous energy.

I kissed Ava deeply as she lay on our bed, her naked body shivering as I placed the crown over her head. With the press of a button, Ava got her first taste of her fantasy. I started running my hands over her, unable to resist soft curves and warm breasts. I forced myself to stop and concentrate though: I had more plans for her.

While Ava was off in her fantasy, I pulled our toy chest out of the closet, grabbing a pair of handcuffs and some ropes. I gently pulled her arms over her head, cuffing her hands to the headboard. I let my hands run down her arms, along the gentle curve of her hips, then down her smooth, strong legs. I pulled her legs apart, exposing her delicate, pink sex and admired the view for a minute, before securing her legs in place with the rope. We had played with bondage several times before, and although we were far from experts, I had enough practice to secure her quickly without causing her discomfort.

My work done, I joined her in bed, finally allowing myself to enjoy her warmth. I reached for massage oil on our nightstand and rubbed it into every inch of her body, leaving her soft, warm, and glistening. It didn't take much to get her aroused, not that it ever did. The chastity belt xperience must have been as exciting for her as I hoped, because she was already soaked before I even touched her pussy. I was rock hard, and it took every ounce of willpower I had not to fuck her right away. I stayed strong though, not wanting to risk making her cum before the xperience ended.

Ava came to with a desperate moan. She started struggling against her restraints before she was fully conscious. Her eyes opened full of hunger, lust, and a little bit of panic. I was worried that I may have gone too far by tying her up while she was in an xperience, but we have a safeword and I would have released her if she had used it.

"Fuuuuuck please fuck me fuck aaaaaaaaaghh," Ava gasped incoherently, straining against her bonds.

"Ssssh, or I might have to lock your pussy away," I laughed, enjoying the situation.

"No no no pleeeeeeeeeese," Ava gasped, a pleading look on her face. I could tell she was enjoying herself though.

I couldn't wait any longer, I was rock hard and I needed to cum. I didn't fuck her pussy right away though, as inviting as it looked. Instead, I pressed her oiled up tits together and started fucking them.

As I fucked her tits, Ava started struggling even harder against the restraints, and her desperate pleading soon turned to just soft, frustrated whines. Finally, when I thought she could take no more I pulled away from her tits and slowly pressed myself fully into her dripping pussy. Ava was so worked up that she came as soon as I entered her, her convulsions pushing me over the edge. I exploded inside her, then we both collapsed into a sweaty, oily mess, our lips meeting, my member still deep inside her.

That was months ago, but Ava and I still talk about that afternoon.

A Fantasy Intensifies

It didn't take long for Ava to become obsessed with xperiences featuring chastity belts and denial. I was happy to fuel her obsession, both for the incredible sex, and because I could see how much fun Ava was having.

Almost every night for the next couple weeks Ava indulged her new obsession and I experimented with new ways to make things exciting.

One night, I started making love to Ava gently as we went to bed, pretending I just wanted a normal, romantic session. Then, when her eyes were closed, I pulled her crown over her head, and pressed the play button before she could react. I fucked her passionately while she was in the xperience, finishing inside her. She came to with me laying on top of her and her pussy full of my seed. Her body had cum while I fucked her, but she hadn't felt it in the xperience, so when she came to she was horny and satisfied at the same time. The unusual combination of feelings drove her wild, wilder than I had ever seen her before, but after I brought her to climax twice with a vibrator she relaxed and admitted that she had really enjoyed herself.