"No, this isn't happening. I...just need to sit for a minute." Charlotte moves unsteadily to the bed and plops down, breathing deeply. There is silence. Her thong isn't talking to her. "Good, just like I thought, I imagined the whole..."
Her sentence was cut off by a gentle but unmistakable stroke up her labia. Followed by another, stronger than the first. The stimulation intensified, parting her nether lips. The thong began rubbing her clit in a circular motion. Charlotte tried again to pull the thong off, and when that didn't work, to pull the fabric away from her rapidly moistening pussy. But where her fingers touched the thong, the fabric became hard and unyielding.
~That area is off limits until you learn to listen to your betters.~ The thong finally spoke, it's infernal teasing continuing unabated. ~Here's what is going to happen. I'm going to take you to the verge of orgasm and leave you there, until you find something nice and slutty to wear. I'll have you begging to cum.~
Charlotte's body was already on the verge of orgasm, and her desperate hands confirmed what the thong had told her. She couldn't get a finger in, couldn't access her own needy pussy. "Please," she begged the cursed clothing, "let me go." She writhed helplessly under the unwanted sensation, orgasm impending. She thought for a moment that the thong had made a mistake, but just as she thought there was no going back, the sensations cut off.
~I can keep this up forever. Make it easy on yourself, go get dressed.~ |