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The Pleasure Machine
- Sam Darquesied
The seminar had lasted for two of the most mind numbingly boring days I have ever known and it was a long drive back to the city. I was looking forward to getting home but the drive was as boring as the seminar and I needed a break. As I passed through a small town I noticed a garage sale and decided it was a good excuse to stop for a while and maybe after I?d find a restaurant or something.
There was no one else in the yard except for an attractive, thirty-ish woman reading a book on the porch. Scanning the items on the table in the driveway, I saw nothing of interest but, as I turned to leave, the woman on the porch said that there was stuff in the garage as well if I wanted to have a look. I went in and looked around a bit then noticed a strange item in the back corner. It was a fair sized black box with a curved top. It looked somewhat like a toolbox but had a curved, white plastic brush protruding from its middle. It wasn?t a brush really; in the place of bristles were a number of cone shaped protrusions which looked like the end of a ball point pen. They were flexible and fairly soft?
?It?s a pleasure machine.?
Startled, I turned and saw the woman from the porch standing in the doorway. A little embarrassed, I blushed and said, ?Oh? I wasn?t sure what it was.?
She came over and introduced herself as Nancy then went on describing the device in a matter-of-fact tone. She explained how you place it on the floor and then you kneel, straddling the device and placing your vagina on the brush. There were several controls for the brush?s height, vibration type and speed, and a timer.
?I?m just recently married and my husband hates this thing. He say?s I don?t? need it since I have him.? She looked at the machine wistfully then asked my name.
?Emily,? I answered.
?Listen Emily, I?ve had some really good times with this and it?s in real good shape. I clean and sterilize it every time. It cost over four hundred dollars but, realistically, I know everybody?s too embarrassed to buy it so I?ll just end up throwing it away. Right now there?s nobody here to see so, if you want it you can have it.?
I looked at it for a moment, blushed a little more, and asked her how much.
?You can have it for nothing sweetie,? She said with a little smile.
I stared at the device and felt my face get very warm. I knew I was beet red when I thanked her, picked up the machine, and walked back to the car.
From behind I heard Nancy say, ?Enjoy!?
The rest of the drive went much smoother as I occupied my mind with thoughts of testing my new acquisition. Right after university I went to work for the medical research center and I was able to afford a nice little two bedroom ?fixer upper? in an old section of the city. The lots on either side were vacant right of ways for the large newer homes adjacent to them so I would have a fair bit of privacy for trial runs.
The testing process was frequent and exhaustive but after two weeks or so I had learned how to adjust things so that it was immensely pleasurable. As time wore on however; I wanted more and I decided to pretend I was being forced to use the machine. I started lightly tying my feet to metal loops on the box that were attached for that very purpose. I would wear an unbuttoned blouse pulled back on my shoulders along with a skirt hiked up to my waist then put my hands behind my back, pretending that a cruel tormentor had forced me onto the evil device. I would set the vibration to gradually increase the longer it ran then set the timer for an hour but would, of course, stop it immediately after an orgasm.
One night I was in an adventurous mood and spent half an hour figuring out how I could immobilize myself in tight self bondage, both hands and legs. I wanted to leave only a small avenue of escape and finally came up with an idea. I tied one end of a rope to a heavy dictionary and put on the far edge of a table behind the machine. I made a slip knot loop on the other end with which I could encircle my wrists. I laid a broom on the table with the bristles against the book and the other end sticking over the opposite end of the table, above the machine, then tested the rig a couple of times ensuring that I had the strength to pull the book back up when I needed to untie myself.
I was pretty excited as I got ready to embark and, to get myself more in the mood, slowly stripped naked in front of a mirror, caressing and touching myself. When I was suitably warmed up I grabbed a number of six foot long ropes, sat and tied a length to one ankle and one to the other. I secured another rope around my waist then looped four more lengths through that, two in front and two in back and just let them hang. I secured a ball gag that I had purchased online. I had never gagged myself before and started to get pretty excited as I fastened its Velcro clasp. Then I straddled the machine and knelt down.
I took the end of the ankle rope and pulled so that my heel touched my butt then wrapped it around my leg and tied it off. Same for the other leg. Then I positioned myself so that my vagina was right square on the brush and, with a giggle and a moan, settled against it. I looped the hanging waist ropes to the metal hoops on each corner of the machine, pulled them tight and tied them off. I tested my rig by wiggling and jiggling but no amount of struggle would get my pussy off that brush. A little bit more giggling and moaning, and I was ready to go.
I had set the machine to start off at low vibration then gradually build to maximum. The cycle takes about twenty minutes to reach the high setting which I had never experienced since I always climaxed around ten minutes in. I had set the timer to run for an hour with a one minute delay. I took the loop for my wrists and held it over my head then, once I was sure that I had done everything right, reached down and flipped the switch.
I raised my other arm up and slipped both hands in the loop and pulled forward a bit to snug it up. I held my arms straight up and leaned back against the end of the broom handle causing the book to fall and sharply pull my arms back and behind my head, and tighten the loop substantially. I was secure and completely at the mercy of the pleasure machine. Fifty seconds to go.
While I waiting I pretended that I had been forced on to the infernal device by a hulking, dirty mountain man. ?I?ll teach you, my pretty. I will use you any way I want for the rest of your life? Ha ha ha!?. Thirty seconds left.
?Oh no! Please don?t do this to me! I?ll do anything you want! Just free me from this evil contraption! Please!? 10 seconds to lift off.
?I am your lord and master and I will do with you what I please. I will leave you on that machine all day until your pussy is bleeding and raw!? 5 seconds.
?Oh please? not THAT! Don?t leave me on it after I climax! Please I beg you!? The machine started.
I began to writhe as the brush oscillated against my labia and clit. I pretend the filthy mountain man is squeezing and slapping at my boobs. He?s whipping me with his belt and slapping my face. I try to fight the machine and somehow free myself from this horrible tormentor.
Like clockwork I went off at the ten minute mark. I pressed hard against the brush as the strongest orgasm I had ever had blew through my abdomen. This had all gone perfectly!
I leaned forward to pull the book up so I could free myself and stop the machine which was now attacking my newly sensitized pussy. The rope wouldn?t budge! I pulled again but it was solid?no bounce at all. I cranked my head around and saw that the book had bounced the wrong way and wrapped the rope around the table leg. I gyrated wildly, screaming and screaming but the gag was as efficient as advertised.
I fought and pulled to free myself but? I began to get aroused again as the machine frantically churned at my crotch. I began to imagine that I was locked in a dungeon cell, sent here by an evil Queen. My punishment for spurning her advances was to ride the ?Monster Pussy Chewer? until I would agree to become her slave.
When the timer finally ran out I was exhausted and soaked in sweat. For the next forty five minutes I mustered my strength and tried to pull the table around so I could slacken the rope? to no avail. Then I heard a rapping on the front door and the creaking sound as it opened.
A very startled Charles shouted, ?OMIGAWD! What the hell is going on??
I had met Charles about two weeks before and found him a little possessive and self absorbed. I had planned to break it off that very night which is why I asked him to come over. I had, of course, assumed I would have plenty of time to conceal the evidence of my interlude with the mountain man and the machine.
He rushed over and started to fumble with the Velcro on the gag, all the while asking, ?What happened? Who did this to you? Are you okay?? it occurred to me that a real gentleman would have covered me up first.
Once freed, I got a bathrobe and returned to the living room and Charles. Needless to say I was terribly embarrassed and was fumbling for words to explain but there was little choice; I had to bite the bullet and tell him the truth?at least some of the truth. I explained, with as little detail as possible, how I used the machine for self pleasure and how I had decided to pretend I had been forced. He stared back in disbelief through the entire confession.
?So, you like this sort of thing? Being tied up and all the rest??
I had hoped he wouldn?t start asking questions but then I though I may as well answer whatever he asks. Maybe he?ll just get mad and walk out forever, removing the need to break up with him. ?Yes? uh? kind of I guess.?
Charles then asked, ?Is it better then the sex we had??
I was flabbergasted by the question. We only had sex once and it was a lot better for him than me. He had just felt me up a bit then pulled my panties off and, wham bang, thank you ma?am, it was over. Yes the machine was better! Way better!
I didn?t answer the question.
?Oh? I SEE!? He shouted as he got up and stormed towards the door. Then he stopped for a moment and returned to the room.
?I?m sorry Emily. I?m over reacting I know but it was just such a shock! I?m not being a very good boyfriend am I??
I told him that I understood how it must have looked when he first came in and how anybody would have reacted the same way.
?No?no Emily, I want to be a good boyfriend and a good boyfriend would just want to make you happy??
I realized that he didn?t want to end our relationship so I tried to stop him, ?Charles I??
He persisted, ?No, please let me finish. I just want to make you happy and if getting tied up is nice for you then that?s fine. Even the machine?I?m okay with that. In fact, I could help so you wouldn?t have to fiddle with the book and everything. I could help make it more realistic for you, if you let me.?
Maybe I had misjudged this fellow. Intrigued I asked, ?What do you mean??
?Well, I could tie you any way you want and for real so you couldn?t escape. Of course, I?d be right here to release you whenever you wanted. I could tie you to the machine if you like. I gotta tell you Emily, it would be a real turn on to watch you on it.?
I suddenly felt wetness between my legs as he spoke and forgot about the soreness. I did kind of owe him and the thought of being tied for real, with somebody watching me, was spell binding. I had gotten pretty excited before, fantasizing about being tied naked in front of people. I was getting fairly hot and I realized I was panting a bit as I asked, ?When would you want to do this??
?Well, if you want we could do it right now.?
Bless him.
We spent the next few minutes getting things straight. I explained how the machine worked and how I preferred it to be setup. When he was pretty sure he knew how to work it he moved it to the closet. There was a sturdy one foot exercise bar on the top of the door. It was one of those things designed to hook over the door allowing one to do chin up exercises. Charles suggested that he tie my hands to that so my arms would be stretched straight up over my head. Sounded good to me.
Charles asked if I had an old blouse and skirt that I could wear which he would then tear off me when I was tied. I rushed to the bedroom and excitedly put on an old white short sleeve blouse and an old tartan skirt from my high school days. I scurried back to the living room and explained that he didn?t have to tear the skirt as it was a wrap-around. All he had to do was undo the button and yank and the skirt would be removed however; he could do whatever he wanted to the blouse. We were ready to go.
I straddled the machine and knelt as I had done earlier and Charles went about the task of binding me. He tied my legs as I had done but quite a bit tighter. He tied the waist ropes to the machine then pulled them tight, much tighter than I had and it forced me onto the brush very hard. He asked if it was okay and, even though it hurt a bit, I said it was. He went a step further than I had by attaching a rope to my right knee, threading it through the metal hoops on the lower front of the machine then, tying off to my left knee. He repeated this with a rope on my ankles through the rear hoops. When he tightened that rope the only movement I had from the waist down was wiggling my toes.
Lastly, Charles bound my wrists with several loops of a rope then coiled the other end loosely around the exercise bar. He pulled the rope and my arms lifted straight up. I relaxed a bit and he gave a final yank which stretched me very tight then he secured the rope.
He stood and looked at me for a moment and I felt myself blush at my own giddy excitation. I was suddenly completely at the mercy of this person as he leered at my naked helplessness and it turned me on so much it scared me.
Suddenly Charles grabbed my blouse and roughly tore it open, sending the buttons flying off. He continued to tear at it until it lay in shreds on the floor then he immediately undid the button on the skirt and, with one sharp sideways pull, the skirt was gone. Completely naked now, I was already breathing heavily as the tremendous buzz in my abdomen grew to Olympic proportions. It looked like he was enjoying it too and I began to think of really special ways that I could repay his understanding and patience. I would do anything he asked?anything!
Again Charles stood and looked for a moment then leaned down, played with my boobs a bit and kissed my cheek. Through the gag I started to tell him he was really sweet but he hit the switch.
As before the timer was set with a one minute delay. During this time Charles moved a chair, about six feet in front of me, and sat sipping a beer. I blushed a bit as I saw his eyes scanning my nakedness. ?You look like an amazingly beautiful skank, Emily.? Although the word ?skank? surprised me, I blushed even more and was equally more aroused when I thought he might really be getting into this. More so, because I secretly wished that he would abuse me like the mountain man.
When the machine started I convulsed a bit. The brush was a bit painful since I was mashed down so tight but I got used to it quickly and began to feel the juices churning. I writhed and wriggled in by bonds. I wanted to give Charles a good show so I threw my head back and moaned into the ball gag. About a minute in I looked at Charles and saw that he had unzipped and was rubbing vigorously.
I didn?t last long; only around four or five minutes. As the convulsions began I writhed hard on the machine throwing my head back again and moaning loud into the gag. Then, for Charles I shouted, ?I?M COMING? I?M COMING!?
Charles stood up and moved in close, rubbing his substantial manhood as though he was trying to rip it off. When he started to come he moved right up against me and creamed onto my upper chest and, when he was done, he reached and rubbed the come all over my breasts. This was a little humiliating but, if it made him happy, then it was okay--this one time. I began to jerk as the brush worked away at my re-sensitized pussy. Charles then reached down and turned off the machine. He removed the gag and said, ?Wow Em, you slut, that actually was pretty cool!?
Again I was a little ticked at his use of the word ?slut? but decided to let it slide. He got up and went to the kitchen without saying another word and I could hear a drawer opening and closing and the water run. When he retuned he knelt beside me and I assumed he was going to untie me but instead he said, ?Open you mouth Emily please.? I was a little confused and began to ask why but he repeated, ?Shhh. Just open your mouth a bit okay?? I was still a little leery but I did what he asked.
Charles suddenly forced a wet, rolled up face cloth into my mouth. He pushed it in hard and I began to gag and tried to move my head away but he had a firm grip on my hair and was able to get the entire cloth in. He then pushed the middle of a one foot long strip of two inch duct tape over my mouth and tightly secured it to the side of my head. He pressed the tape hard a couple of times to ensure that it was securely bonded to my skin then he got up and stood in front of me.
I was immediately very frightened and looked up at him with confused and pleading eyes.
?Oh, I noticed that I could hear you pretty good through the other gag so this will work a lot better.?
I began to cry and scream at him to let me go but he was right; his new gag worked a lot better.
?So, you like to be tied to this contraption rather than be with me. Well so be it Emily. Have it your way. You disgust me skank! You make me sick! I wouldn?t be caught dead any where near a filthy slut whore like you!?
I was screaming hard now and sobbing for him to stop this but he just continued, ?I think if you like this freaking machine so much you should marry it so I pronounce you man and wife and may you live happily ever after. It?s the only thing that would have a skanky nympho like you. And tonight can be your honeymoon and you can make love to your new husband all night long.? He reached down, turned the vibration to maximum, set the timer to manual, and hit the switch.
Although my vulva had desensitized some, the maximum setting was violent and I was pressed down so hard against it that it may as well have been a wire brush. I shrieked at Charles to stop this as the brush continued to try and scrape my labia off. I sobbed at him that I was sorry and begged him to turn it off. I screamed, ?I?LL DO ANYTHING? ANYTHING!?
Charles never new; in fact nobody ever knew?not even my closest friend Colleen?what he missed that night. As I said those words, a wave of desire washed over me; a desire of submission?another long running fantasy of mine. His jealous, petty little brain didn?t notice that, despite the ripping pain from the machine, just saying those words caused me to have a small orgasm. He could have had me any way he wanted that night. Tied; suspended; upside down; in my pussy; in my mouth; even in my butt. Anything! If he had even an ounce of decency he could have had the ride of his life but, instead?
?Tell it to your husband slut. If it really loves you as much as you love it then it?ll just stop on its own won?t it?? As he spoke he reached his hand and caressed my cheek then he slapped me hard, got up and headed for the door. He went out and I thought that I would never see him again but then I heard a tapping on the side window to my left. I looked over and, to my great horror; I realized that he had pulled back the curtains. He waved, blew a kiss and said, ?Bye Bye skank. Have a nice life.? Then he walked away.
The machine continued to grind between my legs and I squirmed and tried to wiggle but the only thing I achieved was to shake my boobs back and forth. I continued to sob but stopped screaming realizing it was useless and thought that I was simply going to die like this. In the morning some cable guy was going to look in the window and see my lifeless corpse tied to this still vibrating contrivance.
After an hour or so I began to feel that I might pass out. I was sobbing and babbling, ?Oh please help me? please stop? somebody help me please?? Then I heard a knock on the front door.
I snapped my head up and screamed for whoever was there to come in. I didn?t care who it was I just had to get off this infernal machine. The knocking grew more insistent and I screamed into the gag with all my might, ?COME IN? PLEASE HELP ME? COME IN DAMN IT? COME IN!? Then the knocking stopped.
In bitter despair I sobbed knowing I would be days before somebody found me. This was how it was going to end; naked and tied to this machine; sweating like a wrestler; nose running, dripping over the tape? then, again I heard a tapping on the window. I turned to see the horrified look on Colleen?s face, frozen, glaring at my predicament. She finally focused and ran back and into the house. She came over to me, and realizing the machine was running, fidgeted with the controls and finally pulled the plug. All the while she was muttering, ?OMIGAWD? OMIGAWD??
Colleen was my best friend from back in university and I had asked her to come over late so I had someone to talk to after breaking it off with Charles. In my terror and despair I had forgotten that she was coming.
She rushed about trying to help me. She got a blanket and threw it over me then carefully removed the tape and pulled the cloth out of my mouth. She immediately and almost incoherently began to ask questions but I asked her to settle down and help me off the machine. I would explain all in a few minutes and asked her to get a kitchen knife and cut the ropes.
She carefully cut me free, helped me over to the couch and covered me with the blanket. She got me a glass of water then went back to the kitchen, returning with two glasses of wine. I asked her to get me some ointment from the bathroom and when she returned she sat on the couch at my knees. She just looked at me waiting for an explanation.
After draining the glass of wine I got some of the lotion and reached under the blanket in an effort to soothe my tortured vulva and gave her the whole sordid story. Her eyes widened in disbelief with each new detail and I began to feel awfully ashamed. As I reached the end of the tale I began to sob uncontrollably and Colleen bent and hugged me tight until I stopped.
I was so happy that it was Colleen who had found me. She was smart, funny, gorgeous, and never judgmental. I liked her more that she knew and felt comfortable and safe telling her anything even this shameful episode. She was taller than me?statuesque really. She had very short curly, black hair; almost a brush cut except for the curls. Colleen was twenty seven, the same as me, and her career in advertising had done her very well.
?Don?t worry about it Em. We all have something that turns us on. Who?s to say what?s okay and what?s not. Charles is a dick?plain and simple?and you?re well rid of him.?
I said, ?But you must think I?m some kind of perverted slut.?
She firmly answered, ?No, no, no, not at all. I bet most women have at least fantasized about the bondage thing and I know we all dream of being ravaged. I have my little secrets too you know but, I have to admit I didn?t dream that you might want to actually try it.?
Defensively I said, ?The machine, you know? that was a fluke really. I just happened on that garage sale. I wasn?t looking??
?Emily, sweety? I?m actually kind of proud of you for that. Let?s face it, there?s not a woman on this planet who wouldn?t love to have something like that. Most of us just don?t have the nerve to get one.?
That did make me feel a little better about myself and I asked, ?Did you ever think of getting one??
?Oh yeah, I always look at those kind of things in the Internet. If fact, I was just thinking that maybe? you know? sometime I could? uh? I think it would be fun. But you?d have to be here with me.?
I felt much better now, ?Any time you want Coll.?
We both laughed like to school girls looking at a dirty picture then Colleen asked: ?How are you feeling down there baby??
?It?s a lot better now? I?m just having a little trouble with the lotion.?
My eyes widened as Colleen, without any hesitation, said, ?Oh here? let me do that for you.?
I said, ?Oh? Colleen thanks but, I wouldn?t ask you to do that.?
?Don?t be silly. Give me the lotion? come on now.?
I handed her the bottle and slid the blanket up to my waist. We had both seen each other naked plenty of times. It wasn?t that, it was? we had never touched each other? ever.
She knelt on the floor, put some lotion on two fingers and started to softly rub the cream on my labia. Slowly and ever so softly she rubbed all around; down almost to my anus then back up and over my clit. She got more lotion and started on my clitoris, rubbing gently in a circle then back down and around my labia. Her touch was heavenly, featherlike; I?ve never, ever been touched between my legs so sweetly. I put my arms up behind my head, closed my eyes and moaned softly. Whatever pain had been down there, was now completely replaced by a much different feeling.
Colleen got some more lotion then said, ?Em, I going to put a little on the inside, okay??
Breathlessly I whispered, ?Okay.?
She rubbed some more on my lips then bent her finger just enough to separate and rubbed back and forth on the inside. Then she went a little deeper and gently rubbed in little circles on the edge of my vagina. I realized I was getting very wet down there and started to apologize, ?Colleen I?m sorry? about the? you know??
?Don?t be sorry baby, it?s a natural response.?
It was sweet the way she said it but I was still a little embarrassed. I grabbed the top of the blanket and lifted my head so I could look at her. ?It?s just? I?ve never done anything? I?ve never been touched? by another girl.?
She looked into my eyes and said, ?Does it feel nice, what I?m doing??
?Oh? yes. Very nice, Colleen.?
She moved her head nearer my tummy and started to softly blow on my clitoris. ?I like doing it Em, and I?ve never done anything with a girl either but I feel comfortable with you? I always have.?
She moved her thumb to my clit and started rubbing and slid her finger into my hole. She knowingly moved it to my G-spot and stroked then she turned to me and grabbed the blanket. We looked at each other for a few moments then I leaned my head back and let go of the cover. She pulled it down very slowly?erotically?and, in response, my nipples sprang to attention the instant they were clear. Her other hand came up and began to massage my breast as luscious flames licked inside my abdomen.
Gasping I said, ?Oh? Colleen baby? I?m really close? I wish I could touch you??
?Soon sweety but, after what you?ve been through, you deserve to have this one on your own.?
I exploded before she finished her sentence. I grabbed her right hand and mashed it onto my boob. The convulsions pushed my pussy into her hand and she pushed back with the expertise that only a woman could know. Through the whole thing she was pressing her lips hard and kissing my tummy just above my pubic bone. The orgasm crested for at least fifteen seconds then she patiently caressed my labia and breasts and kissed my tummy as I came down the other side.
?OHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh? Colleen? JESUS that was nice? who needs Charles!?
We both started laughing then Colleen stood, undressed, and lay down beside me. We pulled the blanket over us and just lay together; yakking; ragging on Charles; tickling and playing with each others nipples; and laughing like school girls on their first sleep over.
The clock chimed eleven and Colleen said, ?Oh honey, I have a big presentation tomorrow and I have to go home and prepare.?
I begged her to stay a little longer but she really did have to go so she asked if she could come tomorrow.
?That would be outstanding Coll. Come right after work okay? I?ll make us a nice supper.?
She agreed and got dressed then gave me a nice kiss and headed for the door. ?I don?t think we?ll need the machine tomorrow, do you??
I put my hands to my mouth and, feigning apprehension, asked, ?Oh my! What do you have planned for me, Mistress Colleen??
She broke into her big, exuberant laugh then, in a gruff, low voice, attempting to imitate my mountain man she said, ?Wouldn?t you like to know my pretty!?
We both laughed and I told her I?d put the machine away for the next few days at least.
Colleen said, ?Good. Okay, goodnight Em. See you tomorrow.? And she walked out the door.
Immediately the door opened again and Colleen stuck her head back in. ?Oh? but keep the ropes and the gag handy, okay??
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