Parameter Remote Control Novels & Stories

he ordered. I reached back and slowly pulled the plug out of my ass. I felt empty, exposed. He took the plug from me and set it aside. Then he took the new toy. It was sleek and curved, with a flared base. He coated it in lube and pushed it inside me. It was bigger than the plug, and it stretched me in a new, interesting way. "This is remote-controlled," he said, holding up the small remote. "And I am in control." He pressed a button, and a low, deep vibration started inside me. I moaned, my knees buckling. "Get under my desk," he commanded.

"What are you doing?" "Looking for the lie." The panel pops loose with a screech of rusted metal. I pull it away. Behind it sits a junction box. Modern digital display. Red LED readouts glowing in the gloom. Two countdown timers. Both synchronized perfectly to the main clock: 03:40:22. The first is labeled: BUILDING SYSTEMS OVERRIDE. The second: PRINCETON MEDICAL - REMOTE MONITORING BRIDGE. My stomach drops. I trace the wiring with my eyes. It runs parallel to the main power feed, then splits toward a slave-link connection.

“And what’s that?” His lips curl into a smirk, slow and deliberate, as he reaches into his pocket. The small black remote glints under the chandelier’s glow when he sets it on the table between us, his thumb hovering just above the buttons. “Control.” It’s a vibrator. The one I’ve worn for him before, the one that turns me into a trembling, desperate mess with just the press of a button. My pussy clenches at the memory, already slick with anticipation.

"I'll do it right now." Without hesitation, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small device that looked like a remote control. The object fit neatly in his palm, and he held it up briefly as if to emphasize that he was completely prepared for this demonstration. Turning slightly, Pete faced the large screen positioned along the stage area. The screen stretched widely across the wall, its dark surface waiting silently as Pete raised the remote toward it. He pressed a button. Almost instantly, the screen flickered to life. A soft glow spread across its surface, and lines of code began appearing rapidly, scrolling in organized sequences across the display.

She wrinkled her fingers and I shake my head at her. “Rubin. Rubin!” I snapped my fingers at her which made her look back at me. “They did not die and they did not resurrect, okay?” I showed her the remote and she stares at it, a bit confused, “ This is a remote control. You use it to turn on the television. You do not use it to kill. The humans inside do not die if you turn it off. It just simply works like that without bringing harm. Do you understand?” She was still surprise at how it works that she barely nodded at me.

"I feel incredible. Like I'm floating on a cloud. The rush I just had was amazing, even better than I could have imagined. So, what's this toy you mentioned?" Scott went to a small cabinet, opened a drawer, and held up a pink, curved vibrator, with a long, slender tail. He brandished his phone, and said, "This is a remote controlled vibe. Your husband could control it, or you could adjust it on your own if you prefer. There's an app which you can install, and you use it to vary the pattern and intensity of the vibe." He handed the vibe to Maria, who immediately slipped it into her already wet pussy. "I'm all swollen from before, but that feels really nice, Scott," she said. "Ooh, it's restin

Noticing a small remote beside me on the bench, I picked it up and noticed that all it was made of were five buttons of progressing heat levels it seemed from the colors above them which changed from blue and gradually to red. Tapping on the third button, I felt the water temperature start to rise gradually until it was warm. I let out an amazed giggle and held the remote to my chest. What are the odds that I would be able to come to this place everyday. Dear goddess, please let Alpha Jason carry on with his mood swings and not need my personal maid services. Also, erase everything about me from Stella’s memory so she doesn’t notice that I’ve disappeared for too long and start asking questio

"Drykena the Goddess of the Land. You're asking me to—" "Copy it." I looked down at the cracked status screen. For all my life, it was staring me right in the face. A skill just begging to copied. Did Drykena know that this was possible? I doubt it. It was a loophole in the system. If I could copy it, there wouldn't be a limit to what I could copy. The keys appeared by my fingers. Control C, Control V. Nothing. I tried again, and the results were the same. I tried four more times, and each time I added pressure to the keys.

“You can. And you will.” I knelt again. Slipped it into place carefully…small curved vibrator nestled right against her still-throbbing clit, the slim tail tucked inside her, pressing against her G-spot. Watched her face as she realized what I’d done. “Oh my god,” she breathed. “Kyle, what…” “It’s controlled remotely.” I pulled out my phone. Showed her the app already installed and configured. “I can adjust the intensity. The pattern. The duration. Everything.” “You can’t expect me to wear that to the awards…”

-ADRIAN POV- I've built my career on the principle that control is everything. It's the only thing that separates the people who succeed from the people who get swept away by circumstance and emotion. Control is knowing exactly what will happen before it happens. Control is building systems that work regardless of external chaos. Control is keeping the world at arm's length so nothing can touch what I've carefully constructed. And I'm very, very good at control. Which is why the assignment Marcus just handed me is simultaneously the most strategic opportunity of my career and the most genuinely irritating thing that's happened to me in months.