“I don’t believe it,” Bree said to her friend. There is no such thing.” “There is too!” Shelley replied. “I saw my mother using it last night. She didn’t know I was watching her and she got herself off with it. I heard a buzzing noise and I heard her moaning. Her door was locked but when I looked through the keyhole, I saw her sitting on this black box...
Irene O'Reilly was working up a good sweat on her daily five-mile run through town. The 61-year-old white-haired beauty loved her runs, particularly on Saturday when she could take her time and not worry about rushing to work as a school principal. She was tall, five-eight, willowy at an athletic 130 pounds, all arms and legs pumping swiftly as she ran the...
I wake up hard and excited about meeting Peggy. I resist the urge to masturbate, I want to be horny when I meet her later. I still can't believe how lucky I am to find a woman so into teasing. I make it through the day and head to the hospital a bit early. I get there 30 minutes early so I sit impatiently in the cafeteria sipping on some coffee. Finally, i...
At last, it's Sunday. As I pull into Marie's parking lot, I recall that Tina had her tour of the facility yesterday. I have not talked to her, so I haven't had a chance to get her reaction. Although I sincerely hope she was given an opportunity to try out the battering ram, thoughts of her and the machine quickly fade away as I pull up in front of the buildi...
Chapter 1: The Machine Ginny stood before the gleaming machinery, staring at the brightly polished surfaces lit up under the overhead spotlights. She pulsed with apprehension and her body buzzed with excitement. She was floating and could not have felt more alive even had she been directly connected to the power grid, flashes of arousal arcing across her ne...
Brian reaches for the box I had left him. It was full of toys to use on me. What would he decide to do to me? Maybe he would shock me with electricity, or put a butt plug up my ass and go back to fucking me, or maybe he would even use a different vibrator on me. He had something much different in mind. I heard him move things through the box, latex and rubbe...
I thumbed through one of those glossy movie magazines as I waited for my slave to be prepared at Dominie House - known to its exclusive membership as "Dom House", of course. I was only reading it because the magazine had an interview with me, and was in the form of one of those Question and Answer things. The last question read: "And tell our readers, Linda...
With a side business of building BDSM gear, Guy was making a nice little side income. His most popular item was a _Sperm Sponge_ harness: a rather complicated item of straps, rings, and buckles that the slave wore on her head with a cock-ring pressed tightly to her mouth, and another collection of straps, rings, and buckles that he Dominant wore on his hips...
I once heard that sex is addictive; the more you get, the more you want. I spend most of Sunday thinking about what will happen to me next weekend at Marie's salon when she helps me use the small fucking machine with its bondage straps. When I'm not thinking about that, I'm reliving my encounter with the battering ram and the sensational orgasm it produced....
Several weeks had passed since Anna had received a trip to the Eros Spa from her aunt. The experience she had with their "sexual therapy" had quite literally changed her whole outlook on sexual encounters; she had never really had an orgasm until she tried their amazing machine. The little flutters she had thought were orgasms she now realized were just the...