The inventor swallowed hard, her body trembling as she obeyed, pressing her lips more firmly against the device, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she tried to focus on the task at hand. Her mind spun with the knowledge that Morgan could feel everything, that each touch, each movement, was being transmitted directly to her.
The inventor’s tongue moved faster now, her breath coming in quick, desperate gasps as she worked, her body trembling with the intensity of the moment. She could feel Morgan’s grip tighten in her hair, the subtle shift in her body as the device responded to every movement, transmitting the sensation directly to Morgan.
“Faster,” Morgan ordered, her voice sharp and commanding as she pushed the device deeper, her grip on the inventor’s hair firm and unyielding. “I’m close.”
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Two days after Morgan’s last visit, the inventor is once again at Morgan’s mercy, her body trembling with anticipation. As Morgan commands her through an intense inspection, the inventor struggles to remain obedient, her heart racing with a mix of fear and desire. With each calculated touch and precise instruction, Morgan tightens her control, pushing the inventor to the edge of submission.
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When Morgan’s trousers finally slipped down, the inventor’s breath caught in her throat. There, concealed beneath the fabric, was a high-tech device—sleek and seamless, molded perfectly to Morgan’s body. It was a strapon, but unlike anything the inventor had ever seen before. There were no visible straps, no cumbersome harness. It was integrated into Morgan’s body, almost as though it were a part of her. Morgan took a step forward, her eyes gleaming with cold amusement as she watched the inventor’s reaction. “Impressive, isn’t it?” she murmured, her voice smooth as silk. “Advanced Bureaucratic technology. It allows me to feel everything.” The inventor’s eyes widened, her breath coming in shallow, uneven bursts as she looked up at Morgan, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. “I… I didn’t know…” Morgan’s smile was cold and calculating as she reached out, her gloved fingers brushing lightly against the inventor’s cheek. “Of course you didn’t,” she whispered, her voice a quiet, commanding purr. “You’re not meant to know everything. Only what I allow you to.” The inventor’s breath hitched, her pulse racing as Morgan’s hand slid down to her chin, gripping it firmly as she tilted her head upward, forcing her to meet her gaze once more. “Now,” Morgan said softly, her voice low and dangerous, “get on your knees.”
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Will the inventor meet Morgan’s high standards, or will her need for approval lead her to lose control entirely?
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