‘Do you trust me?’

He was the master, she the submissive. Of course she trusted him. Otherwise she would not have been here in the dungeon, naked, against the wall, ankles and wrists caught in padded print-leather straps (‘No animal had been hurt for this product’). Yes, she trusted him.

‘Yes.’

‘Open,’ he said.

She opened.

He entered. The hack came from WetFet. It was nothing illegal, but it was not… recommended. Most mind ware came with a long list of recommendations. WetFet didn’t.

For a long moment he did nothing. She knew he was there, she was nervous, full of anticipation. And he did nothing. Just to tease her.

Finally, he began. Using WetFet was easy.

Options, Feeds. One by one, deliberately slowly, he killed them all. The newsfeeds, GossipLive, Think&Shop, Weather Now and all the other ones. He didn’t just turn them off, he killed them. His love could not reactivate them if she wanted to. Not as long he controlled her mind.

She didn’t react at all. Of course not, she was strong, she was brave. No feeds for a while was no biggie, nothing she couldn’t handle. Ha!

Options, Communications. Incoming and outgoing calls, killed. Mails, killed, Emoshare, killed. Social coms, killed. And a dozen more, all killed. Finally she was incommunicado.

Okay, contact with anyone was impossible now. It was part of it all. She was alone, nobody could hear her scream, not even with her voice. His prisoner… Yes, she trusted him.

Options, Logs. She could get a quick ‘Wow, this is so hot!!!’ in her diary before he closed it. The live logs he kept running, they weren’t interactive and later on she sure would want to relive the whole experience.

Options, Medical. The Internal Monitoring Medical AI, Accident Body-overrides, Automatic Emergency Calls: he was turning them all off - killing them was impossible. “Are you sure?” Yes, yes, yes, yes. yes. Systematically he went through all the required safety protocols.

Breathing in, breathing out, deep and slow. Now he not only was her master and her captor. He held her life in his hands. No all knowing, all present software that kept her safe. Only him, her love. It was enough.

Options, Senses.

Vision. Killed. Darkness engulfed her.

Hearing. Killed. Silence, not the tinniest sound, not even the beating of her own heart.

Touch, Smell, Taste, he left them intact, didn’t decrease or increase them. In her dark silent cocoon she would feel, she would smell, she would taste. Yes, she would.

He was done. There was a long list of other options, but he ignored those. He wasn’t going to make changes in her brain or body chemistry, no dumbing down, no orgasm boosts, no fiddling the dopamine levels. She was going to get there the long, old fashioned way.

She was ready, all his senses told him that. Her heart rate had gone up. The endorphin and adrenalin levels were still in the usual range, but rising. There was a start of erect nipples and vaginal lubrication, even some pupil dilation. Swelling of the vaginal walls, clitoris and labia. Elevation of the cervix and uterus.

He turned off his augmented senses. There was no fun in too much information. What he did was art and pleasure, not some soulless mechanism to get all the variables to exactly the right levels. If they wanted that, they would run some of the shelf Kama Sutra-ware: twenty five perfect orgasms in a row, satisfaction guaranteed.

He walked to the table with the tools, the toys, and he selected the first one.

Afterwards they laid in bed, she in his arms. Warm, fuzzy, satisfied.

‘Thanks. Love you,’ she said. Her vision and hearing were back. She could turn on all other functions, but didn’t. Just not yet. The only thing she wanted, was laying in his arms, safe, happy.

‘Love you,’ he replied.

Finally they fell asleep.

Systems stand-by.