Cody had the guys over last night for poker. He’s been so good lately—obedient, eager to please, the perfect little husband. But I couldn’t resist giving him a little extra challenge.

Before his friends arrived, I had him strip in the bedroom. He knew that look in my eye, but he had no idea what I had planned. I held up the sleek, black Bluetooth-controlled plug and watched his face shift from curiosity to mild panic. “You’ll wear this for me tonight,” I told him, spreading some lube onto it. “You’ll play your little poker game, and I’ll be right here, making sure you stay… focused.”

He didn’t argue—he never does. But the way he shivered as I pushed it into place, the way he gasped when I turned it on just to test it, was enough to make me grin. Once I was satisfied, I kissed his cheek, adjusted his pants, and sent him off to be the perfect host.

I stayed in the bedroom, lounging on the bed with my phone in hand, the app ready to go. We have some security cameras, so i’d made sure to aim one at his face and brought up the feed on the TV. Everything was perfect!

At first, I kept it subtle—just a light buzz here and there, a gentle pulse during his turn, nothing too intense. I wanted to watch him squirm, not completely ruin him… yet.

Then, I got bored.

So, naturally, I turned it up.

I watched through the slightly cracked door as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, adjusting his posture, clearing his throat. His friends were oblivious, deep in their game, but I knew exactly what was happening beneath that poker face. I played with different settings—slow waves, a random pulse here and there, then, my favorite: a relentless high-intensity pattern that didn’t let up.

Cody clenched his jaw, gripping his cards like his life depended on it. One of the guys asked if he was okay. “Yeah, just a little… hot in here,” he muttered, loosening his collar.

I was having a great time. Until I wasn’t.

Somewhere between my evil laughter and switching between modes, the app froze. I tapped the screen, nothing happened. Closed the app, reopened it. Still nothing.

And then I realized—the connection dropped.

And the plug? Yeah, it didn’t stop.

It stayed on the highest setting.

I heard Cody inhale sharply from the other room. He tried to keep his cool, but then I heard it: “Uh, deal me out this round.”

Then, the sound of his chair scraping back, slow, controlled steps at first. I barely had time to put my phone down before I saw him in the doorway.

His face? Priceless.

His walk? Wobbly.

His eyes? Desperate.

“Fix it,” he whispered, jaw tight, body stiff (in more ways than one).

I tried to fix it. I really did. But no amount of button-pressing, app-reloading, or Bluetooth resetting was doing anything. The toy had apparently entered rogue mode.

Cody stood there, breathing heavily, hands braced on the doorframe as the unrelenting buzz continued inside him. “Heather. Now.”

I almost felt bad for him. Almost.

I took my sweet time removing it, enjoying every little shudder and whimper as I slid it free. When it was finally out, he collapsed face-first onto the bed, breathing like he just finished a marathon.

“You’re evil,” he mumbled into the sheets.

I kissed the back of his neck. “You love it.”

He didn’t argue.