Reflect Effect (Wired For Desire - Part 3)
An implant to change the world, they said. Ella didn't believe it, John knew it was versatile, and the implant itself felt destined for much more. After discovering John's secret of using the implant to push her around, Ella seeks out a pro. With a little help, she plans to teach John a lesson, though the implant has something else in mind. They'll soon find out that actions have consequences. More
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John had reluctantly worn the outfit Ella laid out for him. It wasn't horrible, but his style was entirely different. He felt like a tourist in the Hawaiian style shirt and shorts she put him in, but if it would make her happy, he would do it. To be fair, they were headed to the beach, but he still would have felt more comfortable in his own choices.
Ella rolled out a large blanket for the two of them. The sand was hot, sifting between their toes with each step, and yet felt soft due to the fine grains. Annoyed with her shoulder straps twisting, Ella removed them, tossing them to the side. Her top took on the appearance of a simple band of fabric wrapped around her chest, joined in the center by a metal ring. The bottoms had a trail of smaller metal rings at the sides.
“Could you put the sunscreen on my back? I can't reach.” Ella demonstrated by bending her arms behind, struggling to reach the middle of her back. Wrapping her hair around her hand, she held it up out of his way.
John squirted some out, vigorously rubbing it into her skin, watching it shift from white to clear as it spread. He started at her shoulders, but as he moved down her back, the sun glistening off her skin, he slowed. His palms rubbed in slow circles as he lost himself in a daydream, picturing her slipping the bottom down, her ass popping out as the bikini bottom rounded beneath it.
“John?” He snapped back to reality, the bottle of lotion in his hand upside down, dripping out onto the blanket. “Are you done yet? I'd really like to let go of my hair now.”
“Sorry. Yeah, you're all set. I just got a little lost in my own mind. How come you got to wear the sexy swimsuit, while I got stuck with the tourist trap horror show?”
“I didn't think it would matter too much what you wear.” Ella made sure to arm her shield, or so she liked to call it. She could sense a plan brewing in his head.
John didn't like the fact that she thought it was funny. If he couldn't wear something suitable, then he felt she should just wear nothing at all. He check the settings on his implant, making sure all the right things were flipped. Feeling a little excited at the prospect of a little exhibitionism, John sent Ella the strongest urges he could muster up, in an attempt to get her to remove that tight little purple bikini. He subliminally suggested that she should disrobe, as it was such a hot day, and her body was something to be displayed. He pictured the sweat beading up on her skin, the feeling of needing to cool off.
Lost in his commands, John felt his swim trunks slowly sliding down his ass. The sensation pulled him out of his thoughts, and he realized his own hands were at the waistband, pushing it down. He quickly pulled them back up, a little miffed at what was happening, assuming he just got lost in the moment. Trying again, he sent Ella the same series of messages.
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