The Misadventures with a Tentacled Pet (Pt. 3)
A story about a woman and her tentacle monster.
Anna woke up on the floor, exhausted, and satisfied. She looked over to the corner and saw her creation. She stood up slowly, her legs still weak, and slowly shuffled over to the door. It opened up without resistance. She was glad that, as far as a test run went, it was short and effective. That she did not bite off anymore than she could chew. Based on what she felt it had to be a gradual increase in activity, if not she was not sure if she would be able to handle it. She was determined not to ruin the experiences she could have with the mass of tentacles.
The first thing she did was to grab a shower, scrub herself thoroughly, have a meal, hydrate and go back to sleep.
She woke up thirteen hours later, while her mind had recovered, her body was sluggish to say the least from the excessive sleep. She cleaned up once more, and made herself a cup of coffee. Walking over to her computer she looked over the results from the first session that she had with the mass. The numbers that she had recorded does not make much sense right now, however they would in time. She had programmed the mass to be able to learn everything about her from a sexual perspective. Her goal was quite simple, to fine tune the mass so that it knows everything about her body, and adapt as she grows older. She wants it so that it would be able to prolong orgasm without it having to stop its actions, to bring her to an orgasm within a minute by trying to replicate her body's readings as soon as possible.
She had a timeline drawn up. Three sessions a day, one during the morning for thirty minutes, one in the afternoon, and again at night. That being said, considering she slept for as long as she did, trying to recover, she decided to amend the schedule considering her first time. She changed it so that there would be one session a day during the first week, in the evening. She then brought up the video of her being brought to orgasm by the mass and she got excited. Even though she knew, it was not until she was watching the video and touching herself that it really hit her. She had succeeded in creating her own tentacled monster.
Despite wanting another orgasm right now, she decided to resist, and so pulled her hand away from her pussy. She then brought it up to her mouth and sucked on her fingers, savouring the taste of herself. She let out a moan as she did so. In order to have consistent results she wanted to make sure that, at least for the first week, the only time she would orgasm, is through the effort of the mass. She bit her lip as she felt her excitement rise waiting 'til she could enter the room again for the next session.
There was two hours left 'til that moment, and she could feel her body starting to get amped up wanting more by the second. Using what analytical portion of her mind that she could, she made a quick note. Addictive tendencies, unclear of it is a reaction to the orgasm or a reaction to the aphrodisiac from the mass. This was a concern to her, naturally, she did not want addition artificially through the aphrodisiac, and if she were to be addicted to the sessions themselves, that has its own possibilities of causing hindrances to her lifestyle. In order to test this she altered the next session so that no aphrodisiacs would be used by the mass.