Chapter 2
I decided to go to one
of the more reputable establishments to purchase my module. The
Stockroom had lived up to its motto, "The Best in Sexual Technology"
for nearly a century.
I really didn't know
what I wanted, and I didn't know what was available. This was still
an "underground" area, so it wasn't discussed in public,
and it was still a very intimate area, so it wasn't discussed much
in private either. Ignorance abounded, but the Stockroom staff was
equipped to handle novices like me and handled it in the friendly,
yet businesslike manner I appreciated.
"I, ah, would like
to buy a module, but I am not quite sure what I want." I stammered
to the clerk.
She beamed back at me.
"Hi, I'm Sandy. I'm sure we can help you make the right selection.
First of all, what kind of unit do you have?"
I filled her in on Cyndi's
make and model, and she responded, "That's a good unit. We
have a lot of stuff available for that type. Come with me and I'll
have you fill out an online questionnaire. Your answers will help
us pick the best module for you."
I sat at the screen in
the small booth. Discretion was the ultimate order of the day. The
questionnaire was quite probing. It asked my gender, age, sexual
preferences, and asked me to rank various sexual activities on a
scale of minus 5 (extremely dislike) to plus 5 (extremely like).
There were diagrams and I was asked to rate erogenous zones. It
took me nearly an hour to fill the thing out.
Then there was the sexual
response test where a small collar was placed over my penis as I
read some short erotic passages and viewed films. The collar recorded
blood pressure, heart rate and erection firmness as the scenarios
were presented.
"Whew! That was
some test," I said as I exited the booth.
"It should be,"
Sandy replied, "It was developed by a guy with a PhD in both
psychology and programming. He did his thesis on analyzing software
developers on the way they wrote their code."
She paused and added,
"It's a shame a lot of couples don't take this test. They might
find out a lot of interesting things about each other and they can
concentrate on the things they have in common rather than fight
over the differences."
She tapped a contact
on her terminal and a display appeared. "Ah, here we are,"
she said," It looks like you are 82% compatible with module
26A, 75% compatible with 28B and 67% compatible with module 13A.
The rest of the scores are below 50% so I wouldn't recommend them."
"So what do I get
with a 26A?" I asked.
Sandy, tapped the contact
again and a printout appeared in the tray. "See for yourself."
She went over the list
with me, 'There are 176 different functions in this module. That's
about average for most of our modules. Each one can be set at various
levels of intensity, but are defaulted based on the answers you
gave to the questionnaire and your sexual response rates. There
is also a randomizing factor that will vary the intensities within
limits you specify."
"One of the things
that makes our modules so effective is the histronics that went
into it. Each sub-module is based on literally thousands of human
input measurements. For example the hand job sub-module alone was
based on over 5,000 measurements. That's 5,000 start to finish hand
jobs consisting of hundreds of movements each. The data packed in
here is tremendous."
"And that's not
all," she went on, "There's the feedback mechanisms. I'll
use the hand job as an example again. Without the module the only
thing a unit knows how to do is grasp an object with an appropriate
amount of force without damaging it. A lot of research has gone
into programming the perfect handshake: it needs just the right
amount of initial pressure, build to a peak and then slack off."
"Grasping a door
knob or picking up a frying pan does not require the same sophistication.
So it is with hand jobs. The basic non-sexual module uses a very
simple heuristic for handling body parts. It doesn't vary pressure,
and does not react to hardness or trembling in the penis. The hand
job module programs the hand to respond. It even does something
no human hand can do, and that's take the blood pressure in the
penis so it can react to it. I'm glad to see that you did not choose
a vibrator mode. Personally, I think that's tacky. It also puts
a lot of wear and tear on the unit."
"Similar feedback
mechanisms are also programmed into the vaginal, anal and oral sub-modules.
In the case of the vaginal sub-module, the module will activate
the secretion glands. These are set to a nominal state, but you
can reprogram them to be heavy or light and quick or slow for each
type of stimulation. I am told that the secretions are "life
like" in every sense down to the taste even. The benefit with
these units is that they are self-cleaning and ready for immediate
use at all times."
I have never though about
it. What does a guy know about feminine hygiene products?
I was almost sold but
I had to ask, "It says here that this module is 82% in sync
with my sexual fantasies. What about the other 18%?"
"That's where the
logic and feedback module comes in. The module will record your
reactions to other activities and reprogram itself to overlay your
likes and cull out your dislikes. For example, if the hand job module
discovers that you like to be teased long and slow, then this information
is also transmitted to the oral module as well."
"Measurement of
erection, precome, breathing, blood pressure, heart rate are all
taken into account when evaluating the erotic potential of an activity.
The module is 'smart' enough to experiment with frequency and amplitude
and adjust for the maximum pleasure. The logic module will even
evaluate the synthesis of multiple activities such as kissing while
engaged in intercourse."
"Our programmers
are the best in the world. We have a patent on a special intuition
circuit. It will convert your unit into something that can almost
read your mind. It will really extend its 'projection' capabilities."
"The bottom line
is that this module will convert your unit into a unit whose sole
purpose is to please you sexually."
It sounded like the perfect
woman to me. "I'll take it," I said.
I couldn't wait to get home and try it out. Installation was simple.
Cyndi ingested it, the stomach unit (or whatever was in her innards)
detected it as a module to be installed, and minutes later it was
in her brain.
The effect was immediate.
I could see a slightly more seductive grace to her movements. No
longer was every motion performed for a totally utilitarian purpose.
"Cyndi, come over
here and sit next to me," I commanded. An hour ago she would
have walked to the couch, align herself, sit squarely on the couch
with both feet on the floor with perfect posture and turn her head
towards me in an imitation of being polite.
It was different now.
She sat on one hip and crossed her leg towards me so she could lean
into me. She tossed her head and allowed her hair to flare out.
She lifted a finger to re-adjust a strand behind her ear. None of
this had she ever done before. She stuck out just the very tip of
her tongue and traced her lips with it.
So seductive was her
approach that my penis was racing towards hardness and she had really
done anything yet.
I leaned my head towards
hers and closed my eyes. Our lips met. Her arm went around my head
and pulled me tighter. No girl I have ever dated had figured out
that I liked a "firm" kiss. Her lips parted and she invaded
my mouth with her tongue. I melted.
The sex in bed minutes
later was fantastic. Although she was programmed for every imaginable
sex position, I elected to start with the missionary position. I
didn't think I could manage anything else. She took me in immediately
and wrapped those long legs around mine planting her heels under
my butt and pushing me in deeper. Her vagina contracted to mold
to my penis perfectly.
She picked up my rhythm
perfectly and rapidly brought me to the brink. She increased her
lubrication and relaxed her contractions just a bit and held me
there for a precious minute or two. She herself went flush and started
to breathe heavily. She tensed and arched and screamed. The psychological
effect of seeing her display was enough to send me over the edge.
I really couldn't tell if she did anything physically to make me
come.
I was nearly paralyzed
with the strength of my orgasm. I found it difficult to move from
the waist down. Cyndi sensed this immediately and started "kicking
my butt" with her heels to keep me in rhythm. After multiple
contractions in which I could feel her ever tightening grip on my
penis, I collapsed on top of her. She gave me a couple of playful
Kegel squeezes and relaxed.
She lowered her legs
and started to caress my back. I fell asleep on top of her. I awoke
some time later with a flaccid penis poised at the entrance to her
vagina. She rocked her hips gently to stimulate it into hardness
again. I decided I couldn't take it and told her that was enough.
I rolled out of bed and took a shower. By the time I got out, she
already had the bed linens changed.
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