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Futuristic BDSM
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Subject: Story--Futuristic BDSM
My own view of what toys technology could possibly bring us in years to come...
April 12, 2093 was a fine spring morning, just as the Weather Service
had ensured it would be. There had been a troublesome rainstorm heading for
the East Coast, but the Weather Service's satellite had neatly taken care of
that with a laser. It was ideal flying weather, so I took the flyer to work
instead of the trains.
I landed the flyer in the garage and let the garage's autopilot take
over. It knew my flyer by its license plates and guided me to my private
parking spot. I popped the hatch and walked into the attached building.
Another day at work. Running a sex toys store was a lot easier than it
used to be. What with robot flyers to deliver, most people wanting to pay
through anon databases, and a culture that had finally come to accept
alternative sexualities, life was pretty easy. And business was good. I had
started out selling only toys, both modern and antique, and had since added on
a hotel of sorts, except all the rooms were equipped with state-of-the-art
bondage equipment--and, of course, whatever wasn't in the rooms could be bought
for the best prices this side of the Atlantic Ocean.
Jenny was already there, seated at her desk. I have mostly 'droids in
my business, for everything from taking orders to delivery to inventory, but
there are those people who would prefer dealing with a human, and there are
also those people who would rather have their stuff delivered by a human.
Besides, she was my SO, and she did a damn good job with the 'droids when they
screwed up.
"Hi," she chirped, grinning at me. "Have a rough night getting to
sleep?"
I grimaced and nodded. "Those new fibro whips take their toll."
"I told you," she added archly.
I sat down in my chair and glanced at my computer desultorily.
One of the 'droids walked stiffly into the office and glanced at me for orders.
I hoped it was one of the verbally programmable ones.
"Coffee, black," I grunted.
"I do not understand," the insufferable device replied in its
emotionless tone.
Jen smiled. "Execute Coffee.for.Master," she said. The creature turned
and obeyed instantly. Despite what those manufacturers say, I was convinced
that all of the 'droids liked her better.
"Coffee for Master?" I eyed her for a moment.
"Yes, master," she said mischieviously, looking to the floor in mock
submission.
The 'droid brought me my coffee. It was actually good. I turned to
the computer on my desk and tapped a key.
"Verbal interface," it said in a voice remarkably similar to the
droid's.
"Any orders?"
"Searching. Twenty."
"Let's have 'em."
"Command not understood."
"Lousy piece of shit machine."
"Thank you, sir, I love you too." I stopped for a moment and gawped.
I noticed Jen trying to hide her giggles out of the corner of my eye.
"Let me see the orders."
The 3-D screen paused, and then the face of Rhinestone appeared. Her
name wasn't really Rhinestone, of course. That was just her computer account.
I knew her real address, of course. How was I supposed to ship it otherwise?
But I always thought of her the way I thought of all my customers, by whatever
name they gave me.
"Hi, John. I need a new vistat collar. What's the latest model?"
Her face froze, her head and shoulders floating atop my computer.
"Reply," I said.
"Reply ready."
"Hello Rhinestone, the latest model of our vistat collars is VC 203, it
does all the usual and lets you know when the wearer is getting beyond a safe
pulse rate. That's anything beyond aerobic rate, calculated for the individual
wearer, any phys machine can figure it out. Endit.
"Sent."
"Let's have the next."
"No more are slated for human contact."
"Then snap to it."
The computer began to download to the other computers, who in turn
directed the 'droids, who ran and actually got the stuff, addressed it, and
then got in the business flyers and flew the stuff to the purchasers. The
electronic proletariat. It made business boring, but many people preferred to
sign for my merchandise from a mindless 'droid whose memory of the entire thing
was going to be downloaded and erased. I had a pretty secure computer system,
thirty-six virus checkers on line, and absolutely no outgoing data without
voice clearance from myself or Jenny, which was in turn checked from forty
individual voice scans. Redundant, maybe, and paranoid, but a lot of my
customers want to be sure their names don't get out, and that's their business.
Those who aren't afraid are pretty fun.
"Let's do netnews," Jenny urged.
"Fine. Computer, netnews."
"Channel?"
"Take a guess."
"Opening alt.sex.bondage."
Jenny grinned. She was the one who had tailored the computer's voice
interface to recognize my individual personality quirks.
"New articles?"
"Twenty."
"Read new, forward."
A bald head with completely blank eyes appeared on the 3-D holo screen.
A soft voice, almost completely androgynous, announced, "From anon server
Delta. Subject, Help, I'm a newbie."
"Any previous replies to this message?"
"Yes, three."
"Read."
The blank bald head opened its mouth and spoke in its androgynous
voice.
"Hi, I'm a newbie and new to all this. What does all of this mean? I
hear about all this new equipment they have. What does it do? Like, what's a
vistat collar?"
"Stop. Computer, do the words vistat appear in any of the replies?"
"No."
"OK. Send standard brochure, and then reply personally."
"Personal reply ready."
"A vistat collar is a collar with a small electronic device that
measures the heart rate and breathing of the wearer. Some of them can do other
things, like constrict for those into breath control. We stock several of
them, you can examine the brochure I've sent you. Sincerely, John Lowery, St
systems, inc. Endit."
"Sending."
I asked for an overview and sighed. There was this incredible argument
with requisite flames, about the pros and cons of sensceiver implants. Tops
would get them implanted to better read their bottoms, and to not have the
bottom hear the vistat statistics, and bottoms would get them implanted so as
to receive commands from their top without hearing them. Damned dangerous, I
thought. There were too many cases of the tings going haywire and killing
people. But some people had to have them.
"Someone's coming to use a room," Jenny said. "Their access code
checks out, the parking garage program is holding them until you confirm.
"Who is it?"
"ID code says 'Lyon'. 'Lyon' and guest."
"Another polyamourist, eh? I know Lyon."
"Then confirm them."
"Confirm Lyon, computer. Are any 'droids free?"
The computer scanned for a moment, looking for the 'droids who could be
anywhere from the next room to the other side of the globe.
"2 droids free," it said.
"Send one out to Lyon and party. Relay back to me what room they
want."
I heard the footsteps of the droid walking out to greet them. SHortly
afterwards the computer spoke up.
"Messages from Lyon via droid."
"Gimme gimme gimme," piped up Jen.
Lyon's voice was humored but annoyed. "How dare you send a droid out
to me!"
"Reply via droid. Come on in. Endit. Access security droid."
"Accessed."
"Admit Lyon and guest."
"Admitted."
"Thank you ever so much."
"Command not understood."
"Shaddap."
Lyon bounced into the room, grinning from ear to ear, dragging along a
younger girl who looked frightened. "Hi hi hi," she said.
"Hi Lyon, what's new?"
"My new bottom. Angie, say hello."
"Hello," the young girl said through her curtain of brown hair, her
eyes nailed to the floor.
"She's just nervous. What rooms are free?"
"Lemme check."
According to the computer, most of the rooms were busy, which didn't
surprise me. Most people who are still titchy about their knowledge in BDSM
becoming public use anon database accounts to pay, make their reservation via
computer, and the 'droids let them in. Besides, I handled the store and Jen
handled the hotel. But room 203 was open.
"What's in 203?" Lyon demanded.
I tapped a keyboard and let the computer speak.
"Zero-G chamber, isolation tank, waterbed with magnetic binders,
electrical spanking horse, magnetic ankle stocks, whipping post."
"Can I get some other stuff? Some small stuff?"
"Jeez, what don't you have."
She grinned. "You tell me. Don't tell me you don't have what I've
bought on file."
I grinned back. "Only for those who ask for it that way."
Jen, who had been busy with the computer, called it up without being
told.
"Customer Lyon has not bought, rented, or tried: Two foot Fibro Whip,
Three foot Fibro Whip, Four foot Fibro Whip-"
"Skip Fibro Whips," I said.
"Any Old Style Restraint, Vistat 203, Constrictor V, Fibro Tawse,
Auto-Piercer 6, Titillator XI."
"Hmm. I need a new pair of magnetic cuffs. The kind that can detach
from each other and lock. And can I try one of the whips?"
"Sure." For one of my best customers, I could toss in a whip. "What
length?"
"Two foot'll be fine."
"Those babies sting. Watch it."
"Also, can I have it recorded on holo?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Sure. Just thumbprint the plate," I said,
calling up the appropriate form. She did, and a hard copy slid out of the
printer. I handed it to her.
Lyon left with her captive. I turned to the computer again and grinned
at Jen.
"Computer, show recordings."
"Rooms 101, 104, 116, 132, 203, 204, 225, 230, 300, 302, 307, 315."
"Show 101."
I was treated to the sight of a miniature woman with a miniature whip.
A miniature man tied to a miniature bed was moaning minature moans, courtesy of
the small speaker. The miniature woman was inserting a smartplug into the
miniature man's minitature anus. Jenny came over to watch, and grimaced.
"That thing's set on no mercy."
"Switch, 203."
Lyon already had her captive naked. She was tied to the spanking horse
and was getting electric shocks from it. I pushed a few buttons on the
keyboard and next to the scene on the screen appeared a few figures. Lyon had
the horse set pretty high. But that was her style, bang and wow right into the
thick of the scene.
"Switch, 225."
Here were two men, one clad in leathers, the other wearing only nipple
rings and a cock ring. The leathered one was gently fisting the naked one, who
was tied to the sling. I zoomed in on the face of the bottom and saw it
working in pleasure. While fisting hadn't ever been my thing, I had to envy
those who liked it, because they seemed to be so affected by it.
"Switch, 230."
Ah. Here were two of my good friends, Renee, and Steve. Both were
naked. Renee was tied to the bed, the magnetic restraints holding her beyond
any hope of release, yet releasable by a mere word. I decided not to bother
them and got up. Jen was still busy watching the scene, so I decided to let
her and see if she was going to notice my absence.
She didn't. I sat down at her desk, typed gently on the keyboard so I
wouldn't give away what I was doing by voice commands, and waited for my
responses.
1-RM 207 FREE. Of course. Room 207 was always free. It was reserved for
myself and Jen, whose birthday was February seventh.
2-HOLO RCD ON.
3-DROID DISPATCHED. It would get my stuff delivered up to the office shortly.
4-MEDICL DROID FUNCTIONAL. I always checked. Better safe than sorry, and
people feel a lot safer with a completely non-judgemental thing capable of
doing anything short of major surgery around. The medical droid had cost me a
bundle, but had paid for itself a thousand times over, both in financial costs
alone and the customer satisfaction.
5-READY.
The droid silently came up and handed me a box, containing what I had
asked for. A vistat collar, magnetic restraints, and a Fibrowhip. Carefully I
snuck up on Jen. She was completely taken by surprise when I grabbed her
wrists, forced them behind her back, and snapped on the magnetic restraints.
I pulled her up out of her chair, a bit roughly, but nothing too rough.
Then I fastened the vistat collar around her neck, and removed the listener
device from my shirt pocket and put it in my ear. I took this opportunity to
touch it briefly.
"Pulse 92, breath rate excited, 2 exhalations per second," said the
device in my ear. She knew this was her opportunity to safeword, and she
didn't. I reached down and flipped up her skirt, penetrating her with my
finger. Then I began to walk her towards the door of the office. She went
willingly. The android held the door for me.
"Thanks, bub," I said as the door slammed shut. "Mind the store good
for me."
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