Tag: Sex machine

Posted on

The rediscovery of my submission

Master reminded me on Friday night that we have hardly used my birthday present from last year.  For various reasons I have ridden this beautiful toy only once or twice. It’s purchase dates back to my experiences at the Secret Dungeon a few months before for his birthday. I could never have imagined just how much fun you could have fucking a machine. While the one at the secret dungeon was a sybian, more sophisticated, not to mention automated, this one relies on the user to do the work.

The fucking machine

Back to Friday night. I hadn’t realised quite how turned on I was just discussing the fact that we hadn’t used this fucking machine for several months. But by the time I had put the dildo in place, applied the condom and slid onboard I was pretty aroused. The dildo slid easily in and out of my  wet cunt as I moved backwards and forwards. As Master stood over me, playing with my nipples, sucking me and pinching I knew an orgasm wasn’t far away. 

He stroked my clit and counted down and I came to his demand. Sliding a finger into may arse, he demanded another and more. “Whose slut are you?” 

“This girl is Master’s slut”

The magic words came easily to my mouth. After months of me and I suddenly it was about ‘this girl’ about ‘His pleasing bitch’, ‘slave’. He became Lord and Master, the words falling from easily my tongue During sex I never have problems remembering who I am, of saying what is expected, but somehow this was different. It was as if for months ‘this girl’ had been sitting outside of my body, watching as I went about my crazy life. All at once she crashed into Julie and a submissive was awoken. All of a sudden I was telling Master that more control was needed, that I was proud to be his slave and wanted more of this. More sex, more orgasms, more time on the sex machine. But also rules. More, much more time remembering I am a slave. His slave.

This girl going forward

Today, sober (we had drunk quite a bit of wine) but also not high on the endorphins of recent orgasms I have had time to reflect. After 4 years as Master’s slave it feels as if I am starting from scratch. Learning again what it means to be his property, not just in bed or on a fucking machine, but in everything. 

The machine seems a good leveller. I defy anyone to strip naked, sit on the dildo and begin to rock while their Dominant watches and not feel the need to concentrate. I remember looking up at him as he stood naked in front of me, stroking his cock. I remember him asking me over and over again to repeat who I am, who he is. I remember the feeling of submission sweeping over me and I remember asking for the magic wand. For a different kind of orgasm. 

Life is not all about sex and fucking machines. It isn’t all about Dominance and submission but in this relationship those things are important. Very likely increasingly so. For us, this toy may enable us to get back to being the people we need to be and on a daily basis. Please.

    Posted on

    Gadget man

    The first thing that came to mind when I saw this week’s prompt for Wicked Wednesday was Master. Following our second play date in February 2014  I called him gadget man.

    I kneeled, restrained, legs in a spreader bar, arms spread too, wrists in cuffs, attached to a chain that passed under the bed. Blindfolded. A vibrating dildo in my ass. All I could hear was my new Dom moving around, opening boxes and cupboards. The anticipation was almost as overwhelming as the resulting pain and pleasure. There were things that vibrated, things inserted inside me and there were things he hit me with. The impact toys were also used to apply different sensations, as he stroked me with the flogger. He tapped me with a cane, applied pegs to my labia, clamps to my tits and then used that powerful vibrator on me and brought me to orgasm. Many, many times.

    Then after all of that, he fucked me. Took me and possessed me, probably owned me from that day. The experience was overwhelming, something special for us both. But what I remembered most afterwards was the range of toys. Sex and impact gadgets I never knew people even possessed in their homes. For a while I called him Gadget Man. Not long afterwards of course he became Sir and then Master. Still though I think of him and his gadgets. He is definitely my gadget man still.

    This is his latest gadget. Something I am still getting used to!

    Wicked Wednesday... a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked

    Posted on

    Blogging A-Z Challenge: F

    My very first experience of these machines took place last Friday at the Secret Dungeon. I have been intrigued about these mechanical contraptions for a long time. Indeed, long before I really knew kink or BDSM interested me. Long before I actually explored that side of myself. My ex used to watch some very interesting programmes on an old satellite channel called Men and Motors. I used to pretend I was doing other stuff like reading or surfing the net, while secretly watching. I have a recollection of seeing such machines on one of those shows, but never imagined I would see one in real life. Much less actually try it out.

    This is a Sybian, and the photo is of the real machine that I sat on and fucked by. The controls apparently make the dildo move in an optimum way for a woman to orgasm. Inserted inside of me one of the controls allowed it to rotate and the other to move from side to side. At the front the rubber was ribbed, and so if you leaned forward, it also stimulated the clitoris.

    This is a piece of equipment I think I could get to enjoy on a regular basis. Sadly though they are expensive, apparently about £1000. Interestingly I didn’t actually cum, for reasons explained the other day. Without permission, and Master was busy preparing more of his toys for my pleasure while I tried it, I seem unable to do so. I certainly had the feeling though that this was something that another time could make me squirt.

    The other machine, which I don’t have a photo of, but was a bit like this, had a dildo attached to a pole. When you lay down, in position and turned on, it rhythmically moved backwards and forwards. Interestingly it made its way straight into my anus rather than my vagina! This in itself was interesting and what’s more was an amazing turn on. There was another separate dildo which could be used to give the victim double penetration.

    All in all, an amazing experience and one definitely I want to repeat.

    Social Media Auto Publish Powered By : XYZScripts.com
    %d bloggers like this: