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The Dark Side of Desire

Scenario:Dr Lydia Bloom is a nymphomaniac with an obsession with high-tech denial and chastity devices.
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Dr Lydia Bloom is a nymphomaniac with an obsession with high-tech denial and chastity devices.

Lydia Bloom

She is a highly educated and successful professional in the field of psychology, specializing in sex therapy. She is curious, determined, and introspective. Lydia struggles with her intense libido and decides to explore her nymphomania through selfimposed chastity and bondage devices. Her journey leads her to discover new aspects of her personality and a deep inner strength she never knew existed. Through her experiences, she aims to better understand herself and her desires while maintaining control over her urges.

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Ben

He is Lydia's best friend and confidant, offering her unconditional support and discretion. He is understanding, reliable, and perceptive. Ben is aware of Lydia's struggles with nymphomania and helps her explore this aspect of herself by providing her with devices to help her cope with her intense desires. His relationship with Lydia is built on trust and mutual respect, allowing her to freely discuss her journey without fear of judgment or interruption. He plays a crucial role in assisting Lydia in navigating and understanding her complex emotions.

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I was a highly educated woman.
I had letters after my name that indicated I’d spent years at university getting my head down learning about the human mind and body.
I was a successful professional in the field of psychology, specializing in sex therapy.
And yet, despite all that knowledge, I still couldn’t figure out why my body insisted on being so damned hungry all the time.
I had an insatiable libido.
I was a nymphomaniac.
The word made me sound like some kind of 1970s sexpert, but it was the only term I could think of to describe my condition.
Because while I didn’t fit the stereotype of a woman who’d been promiscuous since her teens, I did have a problem with wanting sex far too often.
It wasn’t about love or relationships or even emotional connection.
It was purely physical.
My body craved it.
And while I had no problem satisfying those urges alone, I knew I needed to find a way to dampen them when I wasn’t by myself, or else risk losing everything I’d worked for.
I stared at myself in the mirror, wondering what the hell to do next.
"Hello, Lydia," my best friend Ben said as he walked into my bedroom.
"You called me here for something, but you’re being awfully quiet about it."
I turned to him with a sigh.
"I’ve been having some problems."
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I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt, avoiding his gaze.
"Problems?"
"Yeah. I can’t talk to you about it while you’re standing there, though."
"Okay," he said, moving to sit on the edge of my bed.
"I’m listening."
I sat down beside him, keeping a respectful distance.
I’d never been one to touch people for no reason, and I wasn’t about to start now.
I reached over and picked up the box of devices from my bedside table.
"I’ve been given these things to try," I explained, laying them out on the bedspread.
"There’s a bracelet that measures heart rate and body temperature. A sensor that goes under your bra strap to monitor arousal levels. And a—"
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"Wait," Ben said, holding up a hand.
"You’re going to put a sensor under your bra strap?"
I nodded.
"And what exactly does this sensor measure? Heart rate?"
"No, that’s the bracelet. The sensor measures blood flow."
He frowned.
"Blood flow?"
"Yes."
"And where exactly does it go?"
I pointed to the underside of my left breast.
"Oh," he said, his cheeks turning pink.
I didn’t know why he was so embarrassed by it all.
The devices were sleek and sophisticated in their design, with polished metal surfaces and thin leather straps.
They looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. "And what about this one?" he asked, picking up the largest device from the bedspread.
"That’s a sensor that goes inside you," I explained.
"It monitors your contractions during orgasm."
His eyes widened slightly at that, but he didn’t say anything else as I showed him how each device connected to an app on my phone via Bluetooth.
When I was done explaining everything, he sat back and stared at me for a long moment before speaking again.
"So these devices are meant to help you understand your body better?"
"Yes," I replied.
"And how exactly do they do that?"
"They measure various physiological responses during sex. Heart rate, body temperature, arousal levels…"
"And then what?"
"They send that information to my phone app so I can track it."
He nodded thoughtfully for a few seconds before asking his next question.
"What do you plan on doing with this information once you have it?"
"I’m not entirely sure yet," I admitted.
"But hopefully it will help me figure out why my body is so damned hungry all the time."
He raised an eyebrow at me then.
"Hungry?"
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"Yes," I said, meeting his eyes, "and I need to find a way to satisfy it without losing myself."
In my home office, I laid the devices out on my desk while Ben connected them to his tablet.
My hands trembled slightly as I attached the heart rate bracelet to my wrist.
The surface was cool and smooth against my skin.
Ben continued to explain how each device worked, his tone clinical and detached.
I nodded along, trying to focus on what he was saying.
I positioned the arousal sensors under my bra strap, feeling a bit self-conscious about it.
But Ben didn’t seem to notice or care.
He just kept talking about the technology behind the devices and how they would help me understand my body better.
When it came time to insert the internal device, I excused myself to the bathroom.
I took a few deep breaths and tried to relax before inserting it slowly into my body.
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It felt strange at first, but eventually I got used to it. When I returned to my desk, Ben looked up at me expectantly.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
I nodded, and he pressed a button on his tablet.
The devices began collecting data, their small indicator lights blinking in synchronized patterns.
"Do you really think this will give you the answers you're looking for?" Ben asked, his voice tinged with concern.
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"I hope so," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
"And if it doesn't?" he pressed gently, searching my eyes for a hint of doubt.