Button: Freeuse Stories

Amanda didn’t expect to be so nervous. She agonized over the decision to get a Button for months, ever since the Christmas incident. But, she thought, once she’d made up her mind that the nerves would dissipate. Instead, she tapped her foot up and down wildly in the waiting room as she suppressed an urge to bolt for the door.

From time to time the receptionist glanced up at her and smiled. The girl was sweet and walked Amanda through the mountain of paperwork without a single intrusive question. Amanda supposed the doctor drilled it into everyone who worked at the clinic that their clientele wouldn’t be open to discussing their choice, at least until the implant was in and a single press of a button could make them do anything. Amanda’s reasons didn’t feel special, but she did appreciate not having to say them out loud.

Her phone buzzed. The message from her husband displayed with a little spray of confetti, “I love you.” He was always doing that. Seeing the message from Logan stilled her nerves somewhat. She asked him once what prompted the various “I love you”s throughout the day. He told her that it just came to him from time to time, that he felt lucky and wanted to tell her. She smiled and slid the phone back into her purse as the door near the receptionist opened.

“Amanda?” a woman in pink scrubs asked. “This way.”

She followed the nurse through the strangely complex halls that lurk behind every receptionist’s desk eventually depositing her in a room with a sinister machine. The nurse made small talk as she took some vitals and asked a few more questions. Amanda felt the pull of inertia rushing her forward. Too late to turn back now, she thought as the nurse disappeared with a promise that the doctor would be in soon. Amanda folded her hands under her thighs and resumed waiting.

The events which brought her to this point began three months earlier on the night Logan’s office Christmas party. No, she thought, it began before that, but that’s when everything started to hit the fan. The party happened every year, and it was Logan’s and her third year attending. They learned in the previous two outings that it was less of a party and more of a long, boring conversation with many people they didn’t like. Still, they made the most of it. Two glasses of wine made anyone interesting, and the party did liven up some among the younger associates at the firm.

Amanda began the night feeling good. She picked a tight fitted red dress that was sure to impress everyone and have Logan’s tongue lolling out of his mouth. She spent the evening whispering in his ear, letting her hand graze along the inside of his thigh, and sending dirty texts. Once they went home, Logan was ready to tear into her for hours, except somewhere between leaving the party and getting out of the taxi, Amanda went hollow. All the things which would spoil the mood burst forward in an instant. Her head ached, her stomach felt sloshy and bloated, and the thought of sex actively turned her off. Still, she made a go of it, trying to keep up the teasing and the playful touching, but Logan knew her too well. “I just wish you wanted to have sex,” he said, as he collapsed into a frustrated ball. The next day he apologized with infuriating understanding that sometimes she had mood swings.

Except it wasn’t sometimes, it was often, and well on its way to common. But what really drove the knife into her heart was the way Logan said it. He’d spoken more to himself than to her as if to say underneath, “I’m going to love you anyway, but I wish it were different”.

The exam room door opened, and Dr. Wu entered followed by the nurse. “Amanda, good to see you again,” the doctor said, dropping a chart on the nearby desk and whirling around a small stool. “Everything looks good on your prelim. We have a few more things to go over. First, how are you feeling? Still ready to go forward?”

Amanda nodded, choking down the knot in her throat. “Yes. I’m nervous. Good, but nervous.” She kept her eyes on the nurse who had moved over to the strange machine. The nurse worked quickly, laying out pieces of glittering metal equipment.

“Understandable,” Dr. Wu said without looking up from the chart. She laid out a sheet of paper on the desk. “This is the final consent form. You’ll sign it right before we start, I sign it, and Whitney will, too, as a witness. It actually goes inside your Button in a neat little compartment in case it ever gets lost or, god forbid, stolen somehow.” The doctor held out her hand, and the nurse put a small, black box into her hand. “Now, I’ve shown you this in our first consultation, but this one will actually be programmed for you. See, even has your name engraved on it.” She held out the box for Amanda to see. It was a three inch square with one inch of depth. In its center was a slightly raised red button, like something out of an old Cold War film. Beneath the button was an embossed “Amanda”.

“So, in a few minutes, we’ll start,” the doctor continued as she moved over to the table the nurse had set up. She picked up a small silver circle with several prongs sticking off one side. “This is the implant, looks nasty doesn’t it. It’s not all that bad, actually. We make several incredibly small incisions along the base of your skull. The implant adheres to several of the nerves inside your head, and that’s it. It may be a little sore for a day, but the implantation is so minor that it doesn’t even break a blood vessel. At the same time, we’ll have it synced with this Button. It uses a unique encoding which is special to you, so there’s no chance you get set off by the garage door opener or anything.” She chuckled at her own joke as she put the implant down.

“Once you have your implant, the button will function as we’ve discussed. Pressing it will cause a pulse to go through your nervous system, putting your body in a state of arousal while also entirely dampening inhibition. When that button is pressed, a log is created that notes the time and the location. The implant will not turn off until you have achieved a nervous system reset — that’s the official language they have to use for some stupid reason. It’s until you orgasm. Then another log is created with the same information. During those two periods, you’re qualified as Freeuse, meaning whatever you do and whomever you do it with is done with implicit consent. Again, this is for legal coverage more than your own. You won’t care so long as that ‘reset’ happens.

“It’s meant to be used three times a day or less. More than that can cause significant hormonal changes, like birth control, but faster. We officially advise you to not do that as higher frequency usage is under tested. That said, I’ve had hundreds of clients use it more than three times a day with no lasting effects. Just don’t let Logan get too carried away and go after this thing like a pinball machine. We will need to test it once while you’re under observation. We’ll do that in just a few minutes. I say under observation, you’ll have a private room, but it has to be done here to make sure you don’t have a seizure or anything on your way home. Got all that?”

“I think so.”

“Fantastic. Let’s get you to sign here. And one last word of advice. This thing is great, I love mine, but it’s good to designate time windows for its use. There’s some research into how the Button affects men, just having access to one, I mean. It’s better if you keep control of it, and you’re the one to press it. Or give him the button for the weekend and take it back Monday morning. That’s free advice woman to woman, not doctor to patient, though. Now, if you’re ready, sign here and we’ll get going.”

The doctor slid the page across the desk. Feeling robotic, Amanda smiled and took the pen, scrawling her name across the page before her thoughts could stop her. After handing the paper back to the doctor, the nurse guided her to a small table, having her lie face down. A hair cap went on, Amanda’s skin tingled from an alcohol swab, and then she felt, or more likely imagined, the smallest of pinches. They didn’t even put a bandage over it. Less than three minutes passed, and she was sitting upright while the doctor fiddled with the Button. When Dr. Wu set it down, she clapped her hands together, “That’s it.”

“Really?”

“Yup. Some more free advice, don’t look at the insurance bill. You’re out of pocket $25, but that little bit of metal in the back of your neck is finally equalizing those insurance premiums everyone’s been paying for decades. Whitney here is going to take you down to our recovery room. She’ll need to watch you press the Button, but then she’ll step out. We have the log to monitor, so we’ll know when you’re done. Call me if you have any questions, Amanda. It was good to see you again.” With that, the doctor vanished, leaving the sheepish nurse holding the Button which would put Amanda into a doggish heat.

“This way,” Whitney said.

The recovery room was a strange mingling of cozy and clinical. Whitney stood awkwardly by the door as Amanda went to a small exam table and sat down. “You can undress,” the nurse said. “There’s a robe in that closet if you want. In the drawers, you’ll find some stimulation aides, if you need them. Most women don’t. They’re all cleaned with our medical grade process. There’s also some single use ones if you’re more comfortable. Uh, there’s magazines and even some romance novels, but really no one needs them.”

Amanda sat on the edge of the table and nodded along, suppressing the blush in her cheeks. “I think I’ll play it by ear,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

Whitney held up the Button. “Ready?”

“Fire when ready.”

The nurse pressed down. A haptic click coincided with a jolt through Amanda’s body. Her hands gripped the table as her body responded to new and sudden information. She made a quiet grunt. “Everything ok? I know it hits real hard? Just have to make sure you’re not in distress and then I can leave you to it.”

The words came through as though echoing through water. Amanda’s body pulsed from the top of her head down to her toetips. Heat bloomed up all over her skin before spreading out to every inch of her body. Her clothes felt tight and abrasive, her mouth lolled open with an innate desire to have something in it, and her panties turned slick with arousal. The small penlight shining in her eyes brought her back enough to give Whitney a nod and hold one thumb up. “I’m ok,” she said. “Sudden, that’s all.”

“Good,” Whitney said. She stepped to the door and, instead of leaving, clicked the lock shut. She crossed her arms and leaned back against the door, waiting. “Freeuse is freeuse, even here. Still, I like to let you decide.” She put Amanda’s Button on the counter before pulling out a second Button. She walked over to Amanda and held it out so she could see. The nurse’s name glimmered on the black box. “Go ahead, let’s have some fun.”

The throb between Amanda’s legs clouded her thoughts. Her breasts ached to be touched, and she desperately wanted something to lick or suck or kiss. She didn’t go for women much, but the need overruled most of her logic. She’s gonna watch me play with my pussy anyway. Not like having her do it is all that different. And maybe she’ll let me suck on those big titties under those scrubs. Ah, fuck it. Logan won’t be mad, except he’ll have missed getting to watch. Amanda took the offered button and pressed.

Watching Whitney experience the same flush of hormones and nerve signals was fascinating. The woman’s face flushed, and her eyes dilated. Unlike Amanda, though, Whitney had plenty of experience. With a swift motion, her top came off and a pair of tits were shoved into Amanda’s face as the two women frantically worked at Amanda’s pants. As soon as the zipper rolled down, Whitney’s hand slid in against the damp underwear. The other woman’s mouth met Amanda’s as their breath mingled into near silent moans. Amanda’s hands came up, pressing into the side of Whitney’s bra. The nurse paused long enough to yank up her sports bra, letting her massive tits dangle out. She moved slowly, dragging her nipple across Amanda’s outstretched palm.

The little resistance in the married woman crumbled as the implant’s work continued. A thrilled fascination ran through Amanda as the ache in her core grew. She realized how much of a slave to her body she really was, and how she was barely a passenger until she reached orgasm. Whitney’s fingers pressed insistently on the outside of Amanda’s underwear. She caught the nurse by the wrist and drew her hand away, long enough to strip down entirely. Amanda pulled her shirt up as the other woman dove between her legs. Fingers, slick with her juices, slid easily inside as Whitney’s tongue circled her clit. Amanda’s hands went to her breasts, kneading wanting flesh as the throb inside of her grew stronger. She could hear the nurse moaning into her snatch and feel the slightly vibrations caused by Whitney grinding on her own fingers.

Whitney’s work was sloppy and unpracticed, but it mattered little. The young woman was eager enough, yet as Amanda approached completion, Whitney became distracted by her own goal. Amanda watched with mounting frustration as the half naked nurse quivered and came, moaning softly as she bucked on her fingers. The other hand remained two fingers deep inside of Amanda’s aching pussy. She clenched her muscles, hoping it might draw Whitney’s attention back to the task at hand. Instead, the woman came down from her orgasm with a blissful, cruel smile on her face.

“Sorry, once you’ve had your Button for a while, you can cum pretty fast. Lots of practice, I guess.” Her fingers moved gently. “And you’re fucking gorgeous. So cute playing with your titties while a stranger fingers you. Your husband has no idea how lucky he is, I bet. I’ll give you my number. You can have me over to give him a real good time.” She moved up, drawing Amanda in for a kiss. “Now, suck on my tits and cum.”

A fat nipple pressed into her mouth as Whitney’s fingers moved in earnest. Seconds later, Amanda came, her whole body shaking from the strength of it. By the time she recovered, Whitney had smoothed out her scrubs and was scrawling something on a piece of paper. “I meant it,” she said, leaving the scrap of paper on top of Amanda’s button. The nurse paused for a second, finger hovering over the red circle. “Give me a call when you can’t handle your husband alone. Or when you want a little girl time.” She winked, and slipped out of the room.

Amanda leaned back into the table, muscles exhausted and body thrilled. She dressed again, carefully put the Button in a slightly larger box, and put it safely in her purse. After a few seconds of consideration, she stuffed the phone number in as well.

Amanda wrapped the box containing her Button in a bright red bow. The drive home and the subsequent hour a difficult lesson in restraint as she desperately wanted to press it again. The feeling it created in her was unbelievable, like all of her thoughts emptied out except for a need to fuck. With it safely wrapped, she prepared for Logan’s arrival home. She showered and spent a while debating what to wear that would excite him the most. If I’m his to use as he wishes, then I shouldn’t wear anything, I guess. The logic seemed sound, and so she didn’t bother getting dressed after her shower.

The box taunted her as it sat on the dresser. She wondered whether simply getting the box was enough to solve her lack of libido, or if it was the lingering effect of her time with Whitney, or if her good mood would sour once Logan got home. Not that it’ll matter. Once he has the Button, I won’t get much of a say in things. I should make a rule list for him or something. Feeling this would be productive, she got a notepad and jotted down some things she thought would be inappropriate. She wanted to be ready and wet for him, but she didn’t want to be degraded as some kind of fucktoy. It was a fine line to walk.

“Hey A, I’m home!” Logan called from the front door.

“In here,” she squeaked, shoving the pen and pad aside as she sat up primly on her knees.

Logan’s mouth dropped as he walked into the room. He took in her form fully, giving her a look of stunned awe that he always wore when seeing her naked. For the first time in a while, she noticed Logan as something more than her husband. His dress shirt stretched over a muscular if not cut chest. His dark stubble bordered on shabby, but to a pleasing effect. He needed a haircut, and the heat of the day had tinged the edges of his mop of black hair with sweat. “What’s all this?” he said, his eyes nearly turning feral. His fingers went to his shirt buttons as he scrambled to kick off his shoes. He’d already made it down to his boxers before Amanda could stop him.

“There’s more to it than just me,” she said, pointing to the dresser.

Logan’s head cocked to the side as he picked up the box and pulled the ribbon. Amanda’s heart thumped in her chest, but she wasn’t watching him open the box. Her eyes remained fixed on the bulge of his cock. The Button’s appearance drew her attention back up. He held it in his hand, running his thumb across her name. “Holy shit. You got a Button implant?”

“Yeah,” she squeaked. “I know our sex drives haven’t really lined up. So I thought this would be a nice surprise. I want to make you happy, but sometimes my body doesn’t cooperate. I made a list of —”

A jolt ran through her as she heard the Button click. A void opened up in her thoughts and sucked them all away. Amanda clawed to keep her focus, but she could nearly smell the cum in her husband’s balls. She slumped slightly, her tits hanging out a little from her body. She mewled when Logan’s hand lifted her chin. “Wow. It works. God, you’re so goddamn beautiful, and now I can play with you however I want. Get my dick out.”

Light filled up her eyes as she obeyed. She pulled down the waistband and his dick popped out. She moved forward to swallow as much of it as he could, but he held her back. “No, you only do what I say. Understand? Lie back on the bed and spread your legs.”

The commands clicked in her head. The hormonal impulse made her almost a slave. She still had a self preservation instinct, but otherwise, she would do anything Logan told her. He was going to fuck her. That’s all that mattered, and she’d do whatever he said to make it happen. She laid back on the bed, lifted her knees up to her chest and spread them. A moment later, Logan stood over her, looking down at her naked and exposed body. His hand was wrapped around his dick, stroking slowly, a glob of precum oozing from the tip.

“You know how many times I’ve seen you like this? We’ve been married seven years, and I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen your pussy. It’s so pretty, and pink, and juicy. I bet you’re feeling it now, aren’t you? We’re gonna have so much fun with this. I know it’ll surprise you, but I spent a lot of time researching these things.” He held up the Button in his other hand, waggling it in the air before tossing it on the bed beside her. “Never in a million years did I think you’d go and get one as a surprise. Pull up your thighs and show me your asshole.”

For a fleeting instant, Amanda balked at the idea. She put the idea of anal out of his head a long time ago, back when they were dating. Yet before the more conscious side of her thoughts could process the request, she’d rocked back and pulled apart her ass cheeks as best as she could. Her reward was an awkwardly probing finger lightly touching her. To her surprise, it somehow overwhelmed all the other thundering sensations. He’s touching me. God, that’s almost enough. If he slips that finger inside my ass, I’ll cum. As though reading her thoughts, he pulled away.

“Eventually,” he continued. “The implant shock becomes pretty manageable, they say. So your pussy will get dripping wet without you even noticing. I’ll be able to give your button a push on a Saturday morning while you’re having a coffee, and before you know it, I’ll slid this cock into your dripping cunt. You have no idea how fucking hot that idea is, babe. I’m amazed by you. Why’d you do it? Tell me.”

The answer came to her lips easily, “Cause I love you. I’d do anything to make you happy.”

“Aw,” he said. He leaned over her, his body sliding between her thighs. The head of his cock rested just above her pussy as his lips lowered to hers. He kissed her, sending a spark ricocheting down through her. His body hovered as he considered what he wanted to do. Idly, his mouth trailed down until his tongue swirled around her nipple. She pressed her body up against him, responding to his touch. One of his hands held her thigh, the other trailed between them, greedily pawing at her lower lips. Still, he withheld, tracing lightly over her lips and inner thigh while his cock throbbed against her. He moved his lips up to her ear. “This is really all I want,” he said. “To feel you trembling and wet underneath me. I can see you’re ready to beg me to fuck you. Seeing you like this…”

He didn’t finish the sentence as his own resistance crumbled. His hips flexed forward, sliding his cock into her with one smooth motion. The heat surprised him as Amanda wrapped her arms around his back, her legs pressing against his sides. He grunted, withdrawing slightly before shoving back in again. The hard jolts pushed her closer to the edge. Fire raged in her. She wanted to roll him to his back and ride him until cum spurted deep inside her, yet she remained as passive as she could, letting him take her.

After the third, hard thrust, he slowed. Strong arms pressing down on either side of her head, he looked at her in the eyes as he withdrew from her. She didn’t understand how he could control himself so well. The head of his cock remained wedged in her pussy lips as he teased her. “Tell me what you want me to do, Amanda. What’s that Button made you?”

“It’s made me your dirty little slut,” she answered, surprise evident in her face. “And I want you to make me cum with that fat fucking dick.”

He answered by thrusting hard into her. He rested his weight back on his legs for leverage as he dragged her body to the edge of the bed. One hand moved to her breast while the other held the side of her ass as he fucked wildly into her. The pleasure erupted within her, blooming out to her fingertips and overwhelming her senses. Her eyes wrenched shut as her pussy spasmed around his cock. He didn’t slow. The wet thwack of his body hitting hers filled the room, rising above the heavy breaths of their exerting bodies. She thought the orgasm would give her back her senses, but she was still lost in the throes of it as Logan pushed deep into her and went still.

A second passed which seemed like an eternity, and then his cock jerked inside her. Blinding, white hot pleasure seared through Amanda’s brain. Her body seized, wriggling in his grasp as all thought ceased before the Everest of pleasure cascading through her. She felt every twitch and throb of his cock as his balls emptied. She felt his hands trailing down her sides. She felt the kiss on her chest as he slumped forward. They laid together, breathless, and nearly numb from orgasm.

After some time, Logan crawled to his feet. Amanda stirred, keeping her legs together as she felt his cum running out from her thighs. She looked for the Button, and saw it in Logan’s hands. “I think I’ll hang on to this,” he said. “Come on, we’ll take a shower and then get dinner. I want you to tell me all about getting it. I heard they have you masturbate in an exam room. Oh, did you go to Dr. Wu? I heard that nurse of hers, the one with the big tits, has a Button.”

Amanda grinned. “About that…”