Melissa Dubban commercial begins Do you struggle with bad habits like smoking, drinking, or gambling? Does your spouse tell you he wants to clean, but constantly forgets?
Do your kids constantly back-talk or struggle with their grades? Tired of throwing away hard earned money on tuition, just to have your son or daughter fail their classes? Then we have a solution for you! Apply this medical device between the shoulder blades and -presto! Encourage a more positive you. Promote a better marriage. And keep those sons and daughters respectful and studying. Turn off the negativity and lack of motivation and Switch-On! Critics complained it could be abused.
Lawmakers struggled with defining and regulating the devices. And while the talking heads and lawyers and politicians flapped their gums, the Switch-On devices flew off the shelves by the tens of thousands in a matter of weeks. Some people clearly had nefarious purposes to owning one of the devices, but even the benign expectations of innocent buyers were corrupted by their basic desire to control their environment and everyone in it.
Having just got over crying after the fight with their daughter Heidi, she was emotionally drained. Denise and her husband Hank had gone out for dinner with the understanding that Heidi would be staying home studying. The boy, Heidi, Hank, and Denise were equally mortified.
The young man ran from the house with his pants half on, Hank chasing him all the way down the block. Denise was screaming at her daughter and calling her a whore. Heidi told her parents she hated them both and how they were ruining her life. The entire evening was a mess. When the house settled into a discomfitted silence, the two parents finally sat at the table to discuss what they were going to do.
It was then that Hank revealed he purchased a Switch-On device for their daughter. Denise had shot down the idea of Heidi wearing one of the devices the last time Hank suggested it. There were a lot of articles on the internet about how they were open to abuse and had some troubling side effects. Switch-Ons were not cheap. How many more nights are there going to be before she gets an STD or gets pregnant?
It just seems so extreme. We know what is best for her. What are you going to do when I go on my business trip this week? The monster is out of the bag with that one. It was small enough to fit in the palm of your hand and the underside was covered in tiny needle-like prongs.
Installed between the shoulder blades, the Switch-On could make a person do whatever command you gave them, or even make them think that they were the ones who had the thought. It was perfect for people who smoked or drank or committed crimes. It was a mess. Denise brought up her reservations to Hank. Who better for you to trust than yourself? The two decided the best thing to do would be to install it when Heidi was asleep. They made sure that Heidi came directly home after school and stayed in her bedroom the whole day doing homework.
It was a Friday and being grounded was like a death sentence for the teenage brunette who just wanted to get out and have some fun. Hank and Denise read over the instructions together and waited for the wee hours of the morning to install it. Hank had to be up anyway to catch an early flight to Vegas. His company had a trade show there that he could not miss, which meant setting up all Sunday and running the booth Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Thursday they had a business meeting scheduled to kick off their fiscal year and that meant he would be returning on Friday.
Suddenly the teenager relaxed and went back to sleep. She tossed and turned in bed wondering if Heidi would be okay. Turning on the light, she grabbed her glasses and the remote control and pondered the first command she should enter. After some deliberation, Denise typed into the pad It seemed like the best place to start. She figured that Heidi would be easier to control for the next two days and those two commands would give her some buffer time to figure out the ins and outs of the Switch-On.
Turning off the light, Denise tried to go back to sleep when she heard the noise. It was soft, a moaning, coming from down the hall. Heidi was on her bed, eyes closed, her right hand shoved into her panties as she masturbated dreamily. Denise held her breath and closed the door quickly. When Denise got up she poured herself some coffee and then checked her facebook page before she thought to look in on her daughter. Without knocking, Denise opened the door and walked in on Heidi playing with herself again, only this time she was on her laptop watching a pornographic video.
Her fingers were rubbing quickly over her clit as she watched a big black cock going in and out of a white woman. What was that kid thinking? She was just about to reach for the controller when Hank called. Your daughter has been, how should I say this, self-pleasuring all morning long. Actually I am not so convinced.
I was reading up on the FAQ and there are some potential side effects, especially when the device is first installed. It says that it can cause an increase in sexual arousal for the first couple hours. In some rare cases it can last a couple days. I knew this was a bad idea. Just, just, just keep her in the house. What harm is it doing if she—you know—does her own thing? Hey the are calling my seat.
Denise tried to get her daughter to talk to her but the conversation simply went nowhere. She was embarrassed, and rightly so. The day dragged on with the teenage girl taking an extra long shower. Denise heard the water massager running for at least fifteen minutes and figured Heidi was at it again. Then, as her daughter worked on her chores about the house, she kept disappearing to her room and locking the door.
When Heidi would come out, her eyes were down and her cheeks flushed. After lunch Denise insisted that her daughter do her report for history class at the kitchen table. On more than one occasion she found Heidi sitting there with her hand on her crotch. It was over the top! Unsurprisingly, the history cache for the day was filled with porn. Pictures and video of women with one man, two men, sometimes five or six.
Black men, white men, latino men—Heidi had been ogling them all. The trip would take forty-five minutes tops, but leaving her daughter meant that she was definitely going to be back on the porn sites—or worse, inviting over a boyfriend.
Hiding in the bedroom, Denise punched in one command after the next. Denise was trying to cover all the options, and after thinking about it, came up with one more Excusing herself, she stepped out of the house, telling Heidi she would be back in two hours.
Instead, the forty-ish mother went through the side door and quietly stepped into the house. As she stepped into the laundry room, Denise immediately heard moaning. Stepping forward slowly, she found her daughter sitting at the kitchen table watching a porn. Her shorts were down around her ankles along with her panties and her hand was moving quickly around her groin.
Heidi suddenly arched her back and let out a squeal as her orgasm electrified her young body. Denise stood motionless in the laundry room. If she walked in on her daughter masturbating again, it would be another highly embarrassing predicament. Heidi would be furious with her mom for violating her privacy, even though she was dumb enough to masturbate in the kitchen.
And if Heidi found out her mom snuck in the back after coming home so early, it would be even worse. Denise decided to wait her daughter out. Eventually she would get tired and Denise would use that window of discretion to come in.
Heidi closed that video out and began surfing the web. Her daughter had taken to looking at naked pictures of other women. Occasionally she would read something, and then go back to some pictures of lesbians engaged in some type of act.
Denise was kicking herself, realizing that her daughter in a hypersexualized state was taking the only outlet her mother allowed.