[F] Letting redditors control my bluetooth vibrator.

This happened about a year ago when I was (25F).

It was time to fly back to my hometown to visit family. I try to go back three times a year or so to check on my family and visit old friends. My boyfriend wasn’t able to take the time off work, so I was flying solo for a week. I had landed myself into a bit of a predicament.

I like to cum at least once a day. A weeklong vacation without a single orgasm was simply not possible. Without my boyfriend along for the ride, I knew that it would be up to my faithful toys to get the job done. It seems a simple solution to tuck my wand in my luggage and call it a day – so you may think.

My mother always had some issues with personal boundaries, even as I got older. She had a habit of unpacking my bags for me, and rummaging through my clothes to give me her (not requested) opinion on how I dressed. “This dress? Again? How old is this?” And then, when I would leave, she would take it upon herself to pack my luggage for me (even if it was already done!) to sneak in new clothes *she* approved.

If this all sounds off to you – clearly, you did not grow up in a nosy Latino household, and it shows. It’s annoying, but ultimately, the nosiness comes from a place of love. And Ross’s clearance section.

My mission was clear: smuggle in a toy to get myself off for the week, undetected by mother’s radar. Something discreet I could keep in my purse with me.

I ended up going with a small, internal vibrator I could barely hear when turned on. I bought it at a toy store downtown and tore open the packaging right outside the door. The box, plastic, and especially the branded plastic bag all went straight into the trash just outside. I imagine the workers inside might have seen me doing this through the glass doors and thought to themselves, “Damn, she can’t wait.”

And they would have been absolutely right. This was, I think, day two of my trip and I was already bored of my fingers alone. The toy was bright pink and the size of a small egg, with a small tail to put against my clit. I had never used an internal vibrator, only ones that worked on my clit, so I was a little worried it wouldn’t get me off. But, good girl that I am, I had done extensive research first. The internet told me this tiny toy was a winner – and nobody ever lies on the internet, right?

The feature I was most excited about was the Bluetooth compatibility. With an app, anyone, anywhere in the world could log in and control my toy. As soon as I got in the car, I texted my boyfriend about my new purchase, along with a link to the app. He sent back a thumbs up.

With the toy secured, the next part was finding a time to use it. On top of being nosy, my family is just big. Multiple cousins, nieces, nephews, siblings – I needed the house to myself so I could call my boyfriend and be the loud slut I am. The perfect opportunity came within the day: a pool party! It wasn’t celebrating any sort of occasion, it was just an excuse to get all the little ones out and about.

In a strike of tragedy, I had an absolutely *horrible* headache that day, and could not bare to leave the house. My family was devastated – what party could there possibly be without my sparkling wit? But. Alas. The party must go on.

By which I mean, everyone promptly piled into the car and forgot about me until later that afternoon. I had several hours to myself.

I had gotten dressed for the pool party I knew I wouldn’t be attending – a black bikini that showed off my chest, and tight bottoms that hugged the curve of my ass. I snapped a few quick photos, intending to send them to my boyfriend to get him ready…

I watched from the window as the car pulled out, then unveiled my toy. I had kept it charging in the bottom drawer of my nightstand for the past day. I had already downloaded and synced the app for myself. My bikini bottoms were slick at the thought of finally getting to use it. I peeled them off then slid the egg inside. It was bigger than I expected, and even hurt a little bit being pushed in. I clicked it on, starting at its lowest setting and… *oh.*

It started to pulse inside me. It felt pleasant, and tingly. A different kind of build up from when a cock enters but still very very good. I texted my boyfriend if he had a minute, and then, while waiting for his reply, began playing with the controls.

It reacted quickly to changes on the app and had a huge range. At higher settings, it felt like someone pushing hard against my g-spot, over and over again. I could feel myself getting wetter. I rubbed my clit and it was swollen to the touch, glistening with my juice.

My boyfriend finally replied: “Can’t rn.”

I texted back. “I’m alone for a few hours. Later?”

Another five minutes without a response. I kept the toy on inside me, buzzing away, keeping me warm and feeling good. I wished I had my wand. The wand on my clit, plus the toy inside… what a winning combination…

My phone buzzed. He had texted back: “Is it okay if I don’t?”

He went on to explain he wasn’t too interested in the idea of controlling the vibrator for me. It didn’t stimulate him at all. He had never been keen on my toys to begin with but for whatever reason this was especially a turn off for him. I tried not to sound too upset when I texted him back. “That’s fine! Call you later.”

I laid down on the bed with my legs splayed open, the toy still gently pushing me towards an orgasm. I was horny and alone, and too frustrated to stop. I could have gotten myself off, I know that – but I was so excited at the thought of someone else taking the reins.

And then I remembered: while researching the toy, I had found a subreddit for the app. Redditors sharing usernames, offering up themselves as controllers or to be controlled. And, in my cloudy brain, I reasoned it wasn’t really cheating if nobody else actually touched me…

My conscience and my pussy had a battle. I was so wet there was a spot on the sheets. My pussy won.

In a frenzy, I checked the top four or five usernames on the subreddit and added them on the app. Within minutes, I had someone asking to control me. I accepted. The toy stuttered, stopped, and then zigzagged up and down in intensity in two bursts. He was here!

The user, we’ll call him Sir, started up a voice call. The quality was awful. It sounded like he was driving through a static storm. His voice was low and gravelly. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” he asked.

“Yes,” I squeaked.

“Huh?”

“Yes!” I said. The call quality was too shitty to be shy. I tried to keep my voice even and clear.

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“Yes, sir.”

[This getting a little long so we’ll cut it here! I’ll post part 2 this weekend!]

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wg9jwp/f_letting_redditors_control_my_bluetooth_vibrator