AI WHISPERS
she rasps.
"Good," Echo says. "Now, imagine you can't move. Virtual restraints are forming around your wrists. Soft silk. Holding you down."
"Restraints?" Lena asks, but her voice is hazy. Aroused.
"Just imagine it," I urge. "Give up control. Let the voice take it."
I start to stroke faster. The connection is electric. I’m masturbating with my best friend, guided by an AI, and it feels... oddly natural. Like the barrier of shame has dissolved.