LisBottom (MIX)

RTFM

WARNING: masturbation, sex toys, machine, kind of a power dynamic(??)

Lalisa started to shake in her silken sheets as her orgasm hit. Despite being alone in her apartment, she instinctively grabbed a pillow to smother her moans. Somehow it just felt too embarrassing to make noise when she came. Maximillian continued his relentless rhythm, pushing her to her limits as her climax raged. Finally, as if he knew just how far she could go, he backed off and guided her to a gentle landing. Exhausted and sweaty, Lalisa weakly pushed the pillow off of her face. She brushed a few stray locks of her blonde hair out of her face and stared absently at the ceiling. She cupped her breasts, full but not large, savoring the light touches of her fingertips on her delicate skin.

"Max, you really are a wonder worker," she sighed.

Max had been a gift from Rosé, a special, private gift. Rosé and her other friends had encouraged her to take some time off from dating since her breakup. With a nudge and a wink, she had given Max to Lalisa to help "ease some of the tension." Officially named "Keyholder Remote Extended Squid Stimulator", she had immediately re-christened it to a more manageable "Maximillian" after her first experience with it. The toy was simply amazing, and Lalisa knew she was only scratching the surface of it's capabilities. Lalisa gave another sigh and reached over to get the extraction tool. Minutes later, with Max wrapped in a towel waiting to get cleaned, she drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

On a Saturday night a couple of weeks later, Lalisa treated herself to a special dinner, even opening a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. After dinner, boredom got the better of her and she took her glass of wine back to her room. She retrieved Max and his controller from her nightstand and reclined on her bed to study them. Despite being a single woman, she generally avoided masturbation, averaging an event only every couple of weeks. Somehow, it just didn't seem proper to pleasure herself in that way, doubtless Catholic guilt at play deep in her head. A well-compensated professional working in Finance, she not only appeared prim and proper, she was prim and proper.

She took another sip from her glass and looked at Max. He was made of translucent pink silicon, with small "tentacles" hanging down from the tapered, oblong head that held the batteries, looking roughly like a squid. The tentacles were amazing works of technology in and of themselves: she knew from experience that they were fully articulate. Each was lined with small nubs, some thick and long and others quite thin. She poked and prodded Max for the hundredth time before picking up the remote. The remote was about the size of a small bar of soap, with a few buttons and a surprisingly sparse display. She had managed to lose the instruction manual during her moves of the past few months, back before she was willing to resort to a sex toy. Now, she was curious about how to use more of Max's capabilities. All she had was the "quick start" guide, five easy steps to blow a girl's mind. After pushing a few of the buttons and getting nowhere, she managed to get to a different menu screen. Scrolling down the primitive list, she came across a website for the device.

Curiosity piqued, Lalisa took the remote out to the kitchen and poured herself another drink, tipsy from finishing a whole bottle. Once she entered the site, it asked for Max's serial number. Minutes later she was setting up her account. A pang of reservation struck her and she put the browser on Private mode so that the pages she visited would not show up if someone else was on her computer. That way, if anything awful happened to her and her mother had to sort through her things, her secret would be hidden. Prompted to enter a username and password, she thought for a few moments. She knew how to make strong passwords, but wanted to use a different username than her usual one. Finally, she settled on a pair of words and created her account. Next, they asked for an email. She studied the request for awhile. She would definitely not feel comfortable having sex site emails coming to her regular email accounts. She also didn't want to bother making another email account just for one site that she would likely never enter again. She entered a fake email address. If needed she could set it up later.