prospect of being tied up and spanked,
or whipped, or punished in some way is a massive turn-on for me. I know a lot
of people like the idea of it but when faced with the pain of the whiplash
across their arsecheeks, a lot of people turn chicken and ask to stop. Not me.
I’ve had a few boyfriends who were more than happy to help me act out my
bondage fantasy but sadly, apart from indulging my sexual desires, none of them
were really interesting enough to become anything more than a short-term
relationship.
I
must have nodded off to sleep, which I’m surprised at given the uncomfortable
nature of how I’m hanging from someone’s ceiling. I wake to hear the gentle hum
of a motor or a small engine. For a second I forget what’s happened but I’m
brought back to reality as I hear the clank of what sounds like chains above my
head, and it feels like I’m being lowered slowly. I expect to be lowered to the
floor, or onto a table or something but I stop before I hit the ground, and I’m
still held in suspension, just a little lower down now. The whirr of the machine
intrigues and frightens me. Any second now this device that I can hear could be
intended for use on me. If it’s a belt sander or some kind of drill or saw then
I’d rather avoid its use!
“Hey,
come on, the fun’s over,” I say, trying to come across as friendly, not
desperate. “All you have to do is let me down and show me the door and I’ll go.
I won’t look at your face, I won’t know anything that could incriminate
anyone.”
Silence
from my captor again. I feel a ball of frustration knotting up inside my stomach
as I realise my absolute helplessness.
The
whirring of the machine gets closer, it sounds like it’s something on wheels,
like a squeaky old toy or something, and then suddenly I’m aware of him being
stood in between my legs again. He doesn’t tease me this time, I hear him
crouch down onto his knees and start lapping away at my pussy again. I gasp,
partly in shock and partly in pleasure, my throbbing clit desperate for an
orgasm. When I’m hungover I get so horny, and it’s not unusual for me to have four
or five wanks on days when I wake up hungover. Just do it , I think. Make
me come.
Again
he brings me to the brink of orgasm, the pressure building inside my
now-dripping pussy, then he stops again. Rising quickly to his feet he steps
away from me, and I hear him wheel his squeaky machine in between my legs then,
without warning, something that feels like a long smooth cock parts my moist
pussy lips and enters my hungry snatch. This isn’t a cock , I find myself
thinking. Is it a dildo? Whatever it is, it feels so good as it slides
into me, all the way to the top. A sybian! That’s what this is. One of those
machines that pumps a dildo in and out of you. I’ve watched plenty of porn to
see these things in action and they always look fantastic. If that’s what this
is then I’m in for a wild ride! With the dildo firmly in place I hear him press
a button from the side of me, presumably on some sort of remote control. The
dildo whirrs into life inside me, gently rotating, and it begins to slide in
and out of me very slowly.
“Please,
stop this,” I moan, not wanting it to stop at all.
I
feel an orgasm building deep inside and I gasp as the huge machine-cock rocks
backwards and forwards into me. Again and again it thrusts into me. Building
quickly towards a much-needed climax. God, I’m so horny. I just want to come. I
need to come. With a final thrust the dildo smashes into me and my pussy
explodes into life, a small squirt of my juices splashing onto the floor. It
doesn’t stop there though. The wave of ecstasy washes through me and my entire
body spasms with pleasure. I feel the huge dildo retract, and the wheels of the
machine squeak as this man, the man whose face I have yet to see, walks away,
leaving my pussy dripping and thoroughly satisfied. I count my blessings that
whoever this is
or whipped, or punished in some way is a massive turn-on for me. I know a lot
of people like the idea of it but when faced with the pain of the whiplash
across their arsecheeks, a lot of people turn chicken and ask to stop. Not me.
I’ve had a few boyfriends who were more than happy to help me act out my
bondage fantasy but sadly, apart from indulging my sexual desires, none of them
were really interesting enough to become anything more than a short-term
relationship.
I
must have nodded off to sleep, which I’m surprised at given the uncomfortable
nature of how I’m hanging from someone’s ceiling. I wake to hear the gentle hum
of a motor or a small engine. For a second I forget what’s happened but I’m
brought back to reality as I hear the clank of what sounds like chains above my
head, and it feels like I’m being lowered slowly. I expect to be lowered to the
floor, or onto a table or something but I stop before I hit the ground, and I’m
still held in suspension, just a little lower down now. The whirr of the machine
intrigues and frightens me. Any second now this device that I can hear could be
intended for use on me. If it’s a belt sander or some kind of drill or saw then
I’d rather avoid its use!
“Hey,
come on, the fun’s over,” I say, trying to come across as friendly, not
desperate. “All you have to do is let me down and show me the door and I’ll go.
I won’t look at your face, I won’t know anything that could incriminate
anyone.”
Silence
from my captor again. I feel a ball of frustration knotting up inside my stomach
as I realise my absolute helplessness.
The
whirring of the machine gets closer, it sounds like it’s something on wheels,
like a squeaky old toy or something, and then suddenly I’m aware of him being
stood in between my legs again. He doesn’t tease me this time, I hear him
crouch down onto his knees and start lapping away at my pussy again. I gasp,
partly in shock and partly in pleasure, my throbbing clit desperate for an
orgasm. When I’m hungover I get so horny, and it’s not unusual for me to have four
or five wanks on days when I wake up hungover. Just do it , I think. Make
me come.
Again
he brings me to the brink of orgasm, the pressure building inside my
now-dripping pussy, then he stops again. Rising quickly to his feet he steps
away from me, and I hear him wheel his squeaky machine in between my legs then,
without warning, something that feels like a long smooth cock parts my moist
pussy lips and enters my hungry snatch. This isn’t a cock , I find myself
thinking. Is it a dildo? Whatever it is, it feels so good as it slides
into me, all the way to the top. A sybian! That’s what this is. One of those
machines that pumps a dildo in and out of you. I’ve watched plenty of porn to
see these things in action and they always look fantastic. If that’s what this
is then I’m in for a wild ride! With the dildo firmly in place I hear him press
a button from the side of me, presumably on some sort of remote control. The
dildo whirrs into life inside me, gently rotating, and it begins to slide in
and out of me very slowly.
“Please,
stop this,” I moan, not wanting it to stop at all.
I
feel an orgasm building deep inside and I gasp as the huge machine-cock rocks
backwards and forwards into me. Again and again it thrusts into me. Building
quickly towards a much-needed climax. God, I’m so horny. I just want to come. I
need to come. With a final thrust the dildo smashes into me and my pussy
explodes into life, a small squirt of my juices splashing onto the floor. It
doesn’t stop there though. The wave of ecstasy washes through me and my entire
body spasms with pleasure. I feel the huge dildo retract, and the wheels of the
machine squeak as this man, the man whose face I have yet to see, walks away,
leaving my pussy dripping and thoroughly satisfied. I count my blessings that
whoever this is
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