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She yawned, flicked the lights on and entered the apartment. Throwing a small bag down haphazardly on the floor the red head went to the kitchen where she downed two glasses of water in rapid succession then headed to the bathroom proceeding to run a bath. While it filled she returned to the lounge and slumped down on the couch.
The film industry was tough. Tougher still for the real top stars. Kate Winslett had made it to that top. Now she was realising how tough it really was. It was one am in the morning and she'd come straight from shooting. Kate stretched her arms over her head, trying to reduce the tension in her body. It didn't work nearly as well as she'd have liked.
That was why she was running a hot bath, something that would relax her so she could get some sleep. The star undid the laces of her sports shoes and kicked them off, peeling her socks off after them. At a big event like the Oscars she might wear expensive dresses but coming home from work jeans and a sweat shirt was enough. She pulled off the sweatshirt, red like her hair, and left it on the ground with her shoes.
Then, after a few seconds arguing about whether she could get up, she did so and went to her bath which was almost full. Kate looked at herself in the mirror. Even tired it was an undeniably attractive face, a face which had landed her a good few roles. acting ability played a great part too but this was Hollywood and beauty was a standard. Kate was lucky that she surpassed it consistently. She peeled off the tight blue tee-shirt she was wearing, then unzipped and stepped out of the jeans.
For a second or two she looked at her well shaped body in the mirror, firm breasts covered with a white cotton bra and shapely hips circled by equally white cotton panties. She ran her hands through her long red hair, meeting one or two weak knots. She turned off the taps and tested the water, which was delightfully warm, bordering on hot. Just right to recline in.
She unlocked the clasp of her bra, letting her ample bosom free. Then she pulled down the panties and slowly stepped into the bath, lips parting in indulgent pleasure as the warm water engulfed her, running up her curvaceous legs, over her hips, up her sides and over her shoulders. She kept lowering herself, dunking her head under last and bringing it up again, running her hands through her wet hair. She felt the warmth running through her body, seeping through her delicate skin.
She lay back in the bath, enjoying the warmth and the way it relaxed her body. She lay with her head above the water, shoulders immersed and arms at her sides. In front of her face, her breasts floated slightly, not quite breaking the surface of the water. She lay back, closed her eyes and rested. She felt as if she could lie here forever, warm and free of worries.
At least she could relax for the time being. Kate lay for several minutes until a slight itch tingled on her nose. She raised one arm to scratch it. At least she tried. The arm refused to obey her command. She tugged at her other arm then tried her legs, none of which would move when she tried. She could still feel the limbs, the warmth was now deep within them. She could not however move them. She tried to arch her hips but again failed.
Even her fingers refused to respond. Everything below water level had lost it's movement. "What the hell is going on here?" she spoke out aloud, not really expecting an answer and certainly not the one she got.
"Isn't it obvious Miss Winslett? You've been immobilised."
The voice came from behind her, in time with the opening of the bathroom door. She tried to turn her head but her neck refused to reply. The identity of the voice remained a mystery. It was obviously male and not a male she knew but apart from that there was no clue. Kate heard him sitting down behind her and placing a bag of sorts on the floor.
"You see Kate, the bath has been wired with electrical outputs. They shoot currents through the water meeting your skin. There they send false signals to your body, preventing you from using your movement muscles. Should I so desire I can cut off your feeling as well."
Kate heard a flicking switch and suddenly went numb. Everything below her neck was missing sensation. Seconds ago she'd been warm but now she felt nothing.
"I can adjust where you have feeling and how much. I can even make you more sensitive than ever."
Another flick.
Kate gasped as her body was washed through with a wave of sensation. Warmth and pleasure danced through her motionless body, her skin prickling with the sudden sensation.
"Who...." Kate stuttered. "Who are you?"
"Never mind that Miss Winslett. You may call me..." he paused, thinking of a name, "Logan." he finished.
"What do you want?"
"I want to help you relax."
"Get screwed. HELP!" she gasped again and used her strong voice for another scream. "HELP!" her body shook in the water as she yelled. Obviously she still had enough torso movement to yell out loud and breath deeply. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
Logan watched as she yelled. When she drew in a deep breath of air her pink nipples broke the surface of the water, pushed up by her chest. He let her scream a few times, just to see that sight, then shot down her hopes. "I've placed white noise generators at the corners of this room Kate. No sound of any kind can get in or out. All your screams are useless, albeit aesthetically pleasing."
"Go to hell." She slumped as much as she could. Logan stayed behind her, not letting her see what her was doing or what he looked like.
Logan pulled out a laptop computer and plug in leads to a hidden socket at the base of the bath. Immediately the screen filled up with images and data: body prints, heat scans, sensitive areas of Kate's body. everything that the bath could know about Kate was projected onto the screen.
Logan typed in commands, preparing the computer for work. The treatment was beginning.
"What are you doing?" Kate asked, unable to hide the fear in her voice.
"Do you have ticklish feet Kate?"
"Whay the ha.. ha. nfffa ha ha." Kate snorted involuntarily as the soles of her feet were suddenly being tickled. She couldn't tell if it was a feather or a finger or any mixture of stimulation's. It was everything all at once. As it happened her feet were terribly ticklish.
"Ah.ha...hnfff, hhuh,, ha ha, HA!" Kate was unable to disguise the sensations which she was feeling. She couldn't stop the tickling, even though she desperately wanted to. She gasped and gulped for air. "Please naaah, ha ha ha ghhaa, nooah."
The stimulation continued. She tried to move her body but failed. Her feet were being mercilessly tickled and there was nothing she could do. Even worse was the fact that this was being forced upon her. She knew that she didn't want this, not in any way but there was nothing she could do, her body refused to obey her. Logan tapped in something more.
"Plesae.. doahn't pleah ah ha ha HA HA HA!"
Kate felt the thousands of fingers dig into her armpits. Here she was even more ticklish than her feet and there was no way she could resist the snorting and giggling she was doing.
"Nha ha ha nohoh plehehehesee ha nhaa ha HA!"
Now the hands were everywhere, all over her unresponsive body. Everywhere she was ticklish the invisible hands were working. They ran over her feet, her palms, the back of her knees, danced over the nape of her neck, stroked her buttocks. Unable to control herself she burst into a fit of gulping laughter. Despite her situation she couldn't resist the relentless tickling she was receiving.
"HA HAH HA HA! NOAAH.. NAH AH HA AH HA!"
More keys were pressed.
"HOOAAAH HAH HAH HA HA!"
Kate felt the new hands. Two were little more than fingers, tickling and strumming her nipples. The other was running over the sensitive flesh under her pelvis. Half way between her vulva and her anus lay a super delicate area of flesh. No one had ever tickled her there, not even in the height of sexual exploration. Kate let out a spastic gulp once again, shocked at the way the stimulation had discovered her most secret places, ones unknown even to her. She was unable to form words anymore, resigned to puffs and snorts from her wide open mouth. The tickling of her feet and armpits she could stand but this merciless stroking of her most tender parts was more than she could bear. Had she control of her body her limbs might have gone rigid, shaking in shocked stimulation. She didn't even notice that her nipples were starting to rise up, tempted to be erect by the attentions of the bath. She barely even noticed when the sensations, still tickling her secret spot relentlessly, began to move forward and then to move up.
Logan tapped his keys carefully, designating how much Kate was to feel and where. The tickling was still continuing all over her body but now he was inputting arousal as well. What was harmless tickling was now becoming more stimulating to Kates body. She was too stunned by the stimulation she was receiving to notice the changes. Her skin began to flush, cheeks becoming redder by the second. Among the puffs and gasps her breath was also starting to become heavier and faster.
The ghost fingers were sliding gently, running over her tender skin, stroking between her legs, closer and closer until finally the main stimulation was just below her genitals, teasing her softly.
"Nhhohhooo." she managed to push the word out, suddenly aware of what was happening. Her nipples were fully erect now, almost poking out of the water but still covered enough to keep them tender and stiff. Logan looked over the submerged body. Kate was trying to move but still failing, that much was certain. He knew she could feel the touch now, still tickling her but now moving closer and closer to the of submerged red mop between her legs. He made sure the movement was slow, almost torturously so. The touch ran up from between her legs, dancing ever so softly over her vulva. Then again, perhaps a little firmer, a little more pleasant. Over and over she felt her outer lips the subject of maddening stimulation. Her body was still being tickled but Logan was lowering her sensitivity, focusing all her sensation on her breasts and groin.
Obviously Kate was wet from the bath but his sensors showed that adequate amounts of her own wetness were now mixing with the water. Like it or not her body was responding.
"Your body is betraying you Miss Winslett."
"Ghoo.. go taho to hell huh uh.."
Logan made the sensations run over her labia, stronger and more definite now. At the same time he shut off much of her body sensitivity. All Kate could feel was what he wanted her to. Every now and then he went a little deeper, a little firmer, each time making Kate gasp again and again. Finally he penetrated her. It wasn't real penetration but to Kate it felt like it. It felt as if her whole vagina had been instantly filled up. In reality it was just the sensations she was receiving, body lying to the brain but she couldn't tell herself that. It was too real to ignore. She was being touched in a way that nothing physical could ever achieve. Every inch of her sensitised skin was being teased, every nerve ending firing madly. It was touching everything except the one thing it needed to.
Logan tapped keys.
"HHHAAAAAHah hah hhhh uuuhh!" Kate gasped as the touch began to stroke her clitoris softly. Very softly.
Logans machines had made her body so sensitive that she was seconds away from orgasm. But with automatic precision it maintained her state. No stroke was too much or too fast to send her over the edge, each precise vibration taking her to the brink of climax then setting her down again.
The computer never let her orgasm, holding her at just the right place. Here her mind was unable to focus, her will was split into a thousand pieces by the stimulation. It was too much for a human mind to withstand. Kates head lolled back slightly, gasping for air constantly, mouth hanging open. Her eyes were wide open but looking at nothing. Logan made her come.
The orgasm was so powerful that even the bath couldn't fully stop the spasms of her body as she gasped and shook, splashing water. Her flushed breasts with their perfectly erect nipples bounced up and down with her body. Logan might have been impressed if he was looking but instead he was carefully running the data over the screen. The orgasm, wildly powerful as it was, finally subsided, leaving Kate panting roughly for breath. Her body was still motionless, breasts still aroused. Gradually however, she was able to gather her wits.
"Is that.. huh.. all this is about?" she managed to ask.
"Did you like it Miss Winslett. You could lie but your body says otherwise. You see while you were coming your pretty little head off, my computer was monitoring your reaction and recording your nerve impulses."
"So what?"
"So now I have your orgasm on file."
"What the hell good is that?"
"Ah My dear Miss Winslett, you fail to see the true scope of my power over you. You are in a bath of my design. I control what you feel and how you move. I control everything that isn't automatic below the neck. Orgasm is an automatic function which I cannot stimulate."
"Too bad." she grimaced, her power of mind returning.
"But now I have it on record. Thus..."
He tapped a key.
"HHHAAAAUUH uh uuuh HUUUH!" her body shook and shuddered yet again.
"... I can make you orgasm at any time I wish."
He tapped the key again sending her into another wild spasm of joy.
"Go..hu huh. Go to hell!" she gritted her teeth.
"Go to heaven." he replied and held down the key.
Kate Winslett started to scream.
Five minutes later she was still screaming, weaker and more gasping. If there was any one who could hear her they were not responding. Apparently Logan wasn't lying about the sound blocks. Kates screams were a mixture of raw pleasure, exhaustion, pain, frustration indignation and shame. The constant orgasm was taking it's toll on her mind and body. Her nipples were starting to look red, constant blood flow keeping them stiff. No doubt she was equally flushed beneath the red curls which hid the centre of her pleasure. Finally he wound her down, slowly of course, ensuring that she didn't suffer withdrawal from the massive high she'd been subjected to. Her breathing slowly returned to a rhythm, body beginning to finally relax after the torment. Her mind was clearing slightly, just enough for her to be able to think a little clearer.
"Do you want me to use softer treatment Miss Winslett? he whispered into her ear.
Her reaction would be important. If she said yes then she was accepting that she wanted more treatment, albeit softer. That acceptance would further weaken her will. Logan looked at her flushed face.Half open her lips quivered, eyes unable to reason. Inside her a struggle was going on, one between her desire to resist and her desire to submit to the pleasure. Briefly Logan thought she was going to cry. Her emotions were sky rocketing of course, any mood would be super charged and tears were a possibility. Keeping her emotions so high was important. It meant that she wasn't as able to rationalise herself. It left her open for manipulation.
"yes." she whispered, hardly audible.
Logan smiled and started the next program. This one was a massage, one to relax her body, to help her recover from the treatment she'd received. It wasn't painful or forceful, rather soft and gentle, soothing her body and soul. The worry melted out her eyes, shaken away by the smooth vibrations on her skin. They started to close slightly, head drooping back gently in relaxation. There was even a tired but happy smile, creeping over her face.
"Does that feel good Miss Winslett?"
"Yes." she smiled, relaxing as her body was massaged all over. This time the hands weren't tickling, rather they were rubbing, kneading out the aches and tension she had.
Normally she might have resisted but following such and arduous torture she was willing to submit.
Logan smiled, Kate was dissolving in a bath of relaxing pleasure. "How old are you Miss Winslett?"
"Twenty three." she exhaled the answer softly.
"Do you like this?"
"Yes." her voice was passive and relaxed, almost neutral.
"Do you like me?"
"No." her face wrinkled slightly.
"But if you like this then you must like me because I'm doing this to you. Right?"
She thought about it for a few seconds, not really rational. "Yes." she replied dreamily.
"So you do like me?"
"Yes." her words tailed off slowly.
"You like what I'm doing to you?"
"Yes."
"Can I explore you Miss Winslett?"
"Yes."
"Thank you."
He worked on his keyboard again, targeting her genitals yet again. This time however he was not going to pleasure her.
"OH!" Kate gasped as she felt something. It was between her legs, just on the insides of her thigh. she tried to make out the feeling but it was too odd.
"OOoo!" she exclaimed again as the feeling ran through her red hair, tingling her as it went.
"I'm exploring you Miss Winslett. Discovering new sensations with you. Are they very strange?"
"Very."
"Shall we keep going?"
"Yes...BuH!" she felt the random feeling run over her lower lips. The program was randomising the sensation, preventing an accurate translation of the nerves. Thus Kate was feeling something indescribable, never felt by human flesh and never to be felt again.
"Do you like that feeling?"
"Yes... wa!" the sensation ran over her genitals again.
Then again, each time slightly different. Her body wasn't responding to the stimulation, having no idea how to.
"Shall we keep doing this Miss Winslett?"
"Yes please." her mind was lost in the curious sensations.
"Would you like your arms free?"
"Yes."
Logan keyed in the codes to let her move her arms. She stretched them out and then folded them back in, placing her palms just above her breasts, fingers entwined.
"Please do it again."
Logan obeyed her request.
Kates eyes were wide with inexplicable emotions. Her mouth hung open, eyes gazing forward into nothing as endless stimulations ran over her. It tickled her softly on her vulva. Sometimes it slipped into her, touching her clitoris with sensations the bud had never felt. Each time it was different, each time a new feeling to be experienced. Deep under the wet red mass sensation after sensation shot through Kates sex. Occasionally she reacted more strongly to an impulse and Logan repeated it a few times before moving on. There was no chance to adapt.
Kates mind was lost in the joy of exploration. For her it was so much greater than sexual exploration. Here she was the ultimate virgin, entering new territories of feeling. She felt the thrill of a child masturbating for the first time only a thousand times more. Even masturbating could bring her only so many feelings, here there was an endless supply of new discoveries. With every tap of his keys Logan took one more type of virginity from her.
They explored together for nearly an hour, Kate telling him which sensations she preferred and Logan cataloguing them. It was an adventure. An exploration into unknown lands. Kate had thought she knew her own body. Now she knew she was only just learning. Logan was so kind to her, so understanding. He was the key, he could give her what no one else could.
Logan could see the change in her eyes as her walked in front of her. She looked up at him, the most attractive man she'd ever seen. Logan shut off the programs, letting Kates body return to her own control. Slowly she rose up and out of the bath. She took a step and then wrapped her arms tightly around him, squeezing her wet breasts to his chest.
"I think we should explore me some more." she smiled coyly.
"As you wish Miss Winslett."
"Call me Kate." she smiled.
And they started exploring.
THE END
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