Maiden voyage

"What in the hell is that thing?"  Mischa stood in awe staring at my latest creation sitting prominently in my workshop in the back corner of the loft.

"It's tonight's entertainment."

"If you think I'm getting on another one of your contraptions you're fucked in the head."  I watched as she moved closer to get a better look.  The machine had a solid  looking base nearly a foot high, about four feet wide by two deep, and topped with a heavy metal plate covered with an inch thick rubber anti fatigue mat to help combat both slipping and prolonged periods of standing.  The main attraction was a hefty pneumatic cylinder that jutted up from the center of the base topped with a devious looking, Sybian-like saddle attachment, complete with a hefty phallus fixed dead center.  Several air hoses lay coiled nearby, along with a small compressor.  Finishing it off was a laptop on a rolling stand connected to the main unit by a cable sticking out of the serial port.

"What does it do?"  I could see the curiosity in her eyes.

"It's sort of a game."

"A game, huh?  How does it work?"

"There's only one way to find out," I said, patting the saddle.

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Summer Project part 9

Stephanie was weak with the afterglow of her last orgasm.  Her whole body felt wrung out with pleasure and she did not think she could endure any more. Yet, the vibrators were still buzzing insider her and she was helpless to stop them.

"Are you ready to eat, Slave?" the metallic voice asked.

Weakly, the blonde nodded yes.  Steph hadn't realized how hungry she really was.  

Stephanie felt a tug upon her collar, "Come, Slave."

The tied woman wriggled up into a sitting position with difficulty.  Not only was she tired from the many orgasm that had torn through her in the last couple hours, but also she was also very tightly bound.  Her arms were encased in a white-leather armbinder, which matched her collar, and three black leather belts encircled her legs and ankles.  A black leather blindfold and several strips of tape over her mouth completed bindings.  To her captor, Stephanie was turning into everything that he dreamed of and more.

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Payback

“Well welcome back to the land of the living Jessica.”

I stood in front of the girl as she finished coming out of the drugged stupor and struggled to sit upright on the loveseat.  Her wrists, covered in long kid gloves, were crossed and firmly bound behind her back.  More white cord around her ankles, just above the black pumps with 4” heels, held her legs together.   All very basic, but effective.

As she shook her head to try and clear the last cobwebs I gripped her chin with my left hand, loosened the scarf cleaved between her lips, then used my right to pull the wad of sponge out of her mouth.  Holding a bottle of water to her lips she drank automatically and when she finished I set the empty down on a side table and immediately slapped her across the face.  That shocked her just long enough for me to jam the sponge back between her teeth and cover her lips with a piece of tape.

“There now, you've had a drink and I don't have to listen to the Who, Where, What and Why screaming bit.”

Jessica was fully awake now.  The long blonde hair framed her face falling to rest on the fur collar that trimmed the hip length leather coat she wore.  It was tightly belted around her narrow waist.  A snug tweed skirt ended just above her knees as she sat staring at me.

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Payback 2

Jessica was in my salon chair and I used pressure on the back of her neck to hold her head still as I forced the thick, stubby, rubber penis gag all the way in until the flange settled over her teeth and inside her cheeks.  The gag was attached to an upright post that, in turn, had its base welded to a metal bar over her lap between the two armrests.

I hooked a strap in the D ring on the collar around her neck pulling it tight to the same upright.  That kept the gag in but left the rest of her head, from the collar up, completely free and accessible yet immoveable.

From the neck down Jessica was anything but completely free and accessible. Mind you, she would have been accessible but for the fact she was sitting on a huge butt plug attached to the seat of the chair.  As I had pushed down on her shoulders to make sure the plug was completely buried there had been some very loud pleading, which I ignored.

Her legs, still encased in the laced ballet boots, were folded back and strapped along the sides of the chair seat and, once I was sure the intruder was firmly in place, several other straps across her thighs held her down on it.

As for her ‘shrine' it was equally full but for the moment, not receiving the full benefits of the set up; that would come later.

Her arms were locked up between her shoulder blades, I hadn't yet managed to get them in a full reverse prayer position but it was close. Straps over her shoulders, through openings in the top of the chair back, crossed between her breasts then back to buckle behind the chair.

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My Dutch Pet part 1

This is your story from the beginning.

Your ship has just arrived in the Caribbean and after many weeks at sea you are eager to go ashore with your friends and have a few drinks and hopefully meet a girl that you can go home with that night. It has been a long time since you had sex and you are hoping that you can charm a local girl so that you do not have to pay a prostitute.

You visit many bars and near the end of the night you are quite drunk and up to now have had no luck in chatting up any girls who have been interested in taking you home. Sadly you think that it will be another hand job when you get back to the ship. Then you notice an attractive woman at the bar. She catches your eye and smiles. Your cock starts to stir at the thought that perhaps you are going to get lucky after all. Casually strolling up to the bar you ask the barman for another beer and whatever the lady is drinking. Disappointingly she is drinking orange juice. Hmm you think probably not much chance of getting her into bed easily then. It looks as if you will have to turn on the charm for her and hope she fancies you enough. Paying for the drinks you hand the girl hers which smiling shyly at you she accepts.

Then you realise you desperately need to piss, so apologising to her and telling her you will be back shortly you go to the bathroom. When you return your drink is still on the bar and the girl is waiting for you. After half an hour of small talk, in which she asks you lots of questions about yourself and your job in the Navy she suddenly asks if you would like to go back to hers for a coffee. You cannot believe your luck, you know damn well that coffee really means sex, and hopefully lots of it! You finish your drinks and with a quick word to your friends to let them know that you aren't returning to the ship you take her hand and leave the pub.

During the taxi ride to her home she seductively strokes your thigh while resting her head on your shoulder. Your cock is straining in your pants begging to be stroked. You want to grab her hand and move it over the bulge in your jeans, but you dare not incase you offend her and she throws you out of the taxi. You know that you will just have to let her set the pace, if you are going to get into her knickers. You know from past experience that trying to rush a girl can make them change their minds really quickly. You have lost out on getting sex a few times because you couldn't control your eagerness.

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My Dutch Pet part 2

I leave you for the rest of the day and night to contemplate your life and the punishment waiting for you. Deciding to do things properly or how I imagine a Mistress would do them anyway I rummage around in the chest of drawers in my bedroom and dig out a black lace basque and a matching g string. Putting it on and slipping black silk stockings over my legs makes me feel incredibly sexy, but staring at myself in the mirror I realise that it doesn't quite achieve the effect I am looking for. Getting down on my knees to reach for a suitcase under the bed I'm unaware of the reflection of my exposed pussy and naked arse in the mirror. If I was I probably would have forgotten what I was supposed to be doing and would have ended up masturbating while watching myself in the mirror.

Pulling the suitcase out from under the bed I open it and lift out a pair of boots, black leather knee high boots laced all the way up the front. Perfect. The toes of the boots are pointed and the heels 5” high. I can't wait to walk over your naked prone body while wearing them.

As I slowly pull them on I can feel the change within me. Immediately I feel more confident, not only as a woman but as a slave owner. Looking in the mirror again the woman I see before me is somehow different. I feel powerful and in control. Still angry with myself for being so stupid as to treat you like a man and a lover you are going to pay for my mistake. Standing tall with shoulders back I make my way to your ‘bedroom'.

Hearing the click of the door unlocking you start trembling with fear. Unable to sleep properly you are exhausted. You wonder how much pain you will be able to take because you already feel weak through lack of sleep, food and drink. Standing in the doorway of your ‘bedroom' I just watch you for a few minutes, taking perverse pleasure in your obvious terror.

Walking slowly, stiletto heels tapping loudly on the stone floor, I approach the cage and stop in front of it. Seeing what I am wearing you know that I mean business. Today is not going to be pleasant. But although the sight of me fills you with fear you can't help being aroused by the outfit. Your dick becomes hard, even though you don't want it to. When I notice I start laughing. ‘You're pathetic bitch; you're like a fucking dog on heat. One sniff of a cunt and you want to shag it. Well I will have to knock that out of you. You are only allowed to have an erection when I say so. Now get out of the fucking cage!'

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