Invasion of Privacy

By Jason Pinaster

What do women want?

Most men have to spend a lifetime searching for an answer to that question. But not Edsger Hayan. He has created an artificial intelligence engine which has answered that question. He knows exactly what Bambi wants, what she needs, what she feels. And, better yet, he can enter the virtual reality created by his AI engine and experience Bambi first hand. Kissing her, caressing her. He can be Bambi, feeling what it feels like to be kissed, to want to kiss back. Her every desire and need, her every want and whim are all laid bare to him.

Hayan makes virtual love to Bambi—physically, mentally, even spiritually. And she makes love back. He feeds her each new photo, each new video, text, email, phone conversation into the AI, each addition making Bambi more and more real.

But Hayan discovers that his AI has been studying him, not just Bambi. Has the AI changed her, made Bambi what he needs, what he desires? Hayan worries that he has fallen in love with a computer construct. What if he’s right? What if Bambi, the real Bambi, is different than the one constructed by his AI?

There is only one way to find out. Hayan decides to kidnap Bambi, to experience the real woman for himself, to experience her in the flesh.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Apr 17, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005432256

Jason Pinaster

If you would like to be on my mailing list, please click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. You will receive prompt notification of my new publications and special offers.I have heard say that the first obligation of a writer is to entertain. If so, the first obligation of a writer of erotica is to arouse and I hope you feel that I have succeeded.I believe that story sets the scene. A story lets the reader start to care for the characters in it. And if the reader cares about the characters, it is easier for him or her to identify with their arousal, to let that arousal tingle the reader’s own skin.Christopher Carter is a lawyer who’s into BDSM and other hijinks, most of them sexual. His stories feature a little fun, lots of sex, a little adventure, and Carter's special brand of justice. Lusty Lee was a private investigator whose nemesis forced her to pursue him through a new kink in each episode. The Mistress Megan stories take her through her development as a dominatrix during which she must satisfy their every fetish.While my current focus is on stories featuring (in order of frequency) erotic combat, wet and messy, action-adventure and tickling, I’m open to anything which turns me (and hopefully you) on. I dabble in sex games and BDSM. I have published two novellas set in Hedonism II, the notorious Jamaican resort and even one featuring a sentient sex robot.At present, I’m developing a Patreon page showcasing erotic combat vignettes: www.patreon.com/JasonPinasterPlease feel free to contact me at [e-mail] And don’t forget to click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. Cheers!

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Invasion of Privacy © 2021 Jason Pinaster

Jason Pinaster has published numerous other stories, most notably the Christopher Carter Series and the Lusty Lee Logs. For a full list of his stories, please see his author profile or the notes at the back of this story.

Copyright Notice: Copyright by Jason Pinaster 2021; all rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction; the characters are not you.

Cover Notes and Credits Many Thanks to BambiBound

Back Notes: About Jason Pinaster, other books and stories by the author.

Previous Jason Pinaster stories featuring BDSM adventures:

Bound Pink

Spank Night

Collared!

Bondage, Lusty Lee Log 27

Mistress Megan’s Memoirs : Pro Dom 1-15

Caught!

Thieves

Invasion of Privacy

Bambi was dressed in a shiny blue and red super heroine outfit. The outfit was in the shape of a one-piece bathing suit and accentuated her every curve. As far as he could tell, she had no underwear on underneath. She was so real, he could almost touch her.

He closed his eyes, shutting out the small cubicle in which he toiled, and concentrated his attention on Bambi. As usual, she was pretending to try to evade his attentions and that just made everything sweeter. For both of them.

He stepped forward, his physicality forcing the much smaller woman to back up. He moved an inch. She backed up an inch. He could go faster, but making the moment last was so much better. He could tell that she was starting to sweat, even though moisture had yet to show.

Her eyes jerked wide as her back touched the door. Her eyes had reacted for just an instant, but it was enough. Enough to tell him that she knew she was cornered, helpless. He breathed in through his nose to savor her fear.

He reached out to grab a breast. Her squeal of outrage melted into enjoyment. His fingers caressed her magnificent mammary, teasing a reaction from her nipple. Her eyes flashed indignation but her nipple aroused with delight. Try as she might, she was unable to restrain the moan of pleasure which escaped her throat.

Bambi was a real woman, not one of those juiced-up internet porn stars. Firm breasts to fill his hand but not so excessive as to spill over the edge of his fingers. Thick thighs, full of power. Well-nourished flesh everywhere—buttocks, legs, belly, arms. On her head she had lustrous brown hair, long enough to be feminine but short enough that it didn’t get in the way. Sparkling eyes expressed her every emotion. She was the most beautiful woman in the world.

You are my prisoner, he told her, the reaction below his waist forcing him to adjust his hips to a more comfortable position.

No, she whispered. But the way she lowered her head to look at the floor was all the concession he needed.

He pulled her down to a chair, making her sit. I need to tie your wrists, he told her.

She looked up at him. No, she said, but her eyes pleaded for him to tie her, to tie her tight.

He found a piece of rope and tied her wrists firmly together, just tight enough to prevent any possibility of her getting away.

Then he gagged her. He didn’t want her screams alerting anyone as to what was going on. He pulled down on the top of her outfit to reveal the shape of her breasts while still keeping her nipples hidden. The finely sculpted shape of Bambi’s tits was enough for his eyes to feast on. She tilted her head upwards and gave him a look of pure devotion.

He blew her a kiss, pulled her up and bent her over the chair. Her ass was a work of wonder—round and ripe, a perfect mix of muscle and flab. Strong enough to squeeze him when he was inside of her. Plenty of flesh to grab onto. And if she misbehaved, a lusciously large target to spank. He gave her a light swat—she had yet to do anything wrong—and was rewarded with a soft whimper.

How should he have his way with her—there were