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As long it wasn’t that scary fuck machine.
Master Damon rubbed his hands together, a wicked look coming into his eyes. “Then, my little orgasmic slave girl, I’m going to tie you down in that horizontal stockade and let the fuck machine do its job.”
Chapter 11
The horizontal stockade was a thing of beauty. Built like a low-rise spanking horse, it was made of black steel with cushioned padding for the knees, torso and hips. There was even a chin rest, also padded. It had ten nylon restraint straps, two per limb plus one for the waist and the back.
The fuck machine behind reminded Damon of a machine gun, if you were to attach a large black dildo to the barrel. With a flick of the switch, the piston came to life with a whirring, pumping sound. He adjusted the speed, moving it from slow to rat-a-tat fast before turning it off. They were going to engage in serious fun with this thing. He could hardly wait to get started.
Removing the sterilized wrap that covered the dildo, he smeared plenty of lubricant over the head of the huge phallus. He would need to go carefully at first so as not to damage Ellen’s tight little cunt. But once her vaginal muscles relaxed to accommodate the toy, he’d give her the ride of a lifetime.
He looked up as the naked girl entered the playroom. Her rich brown hair was loose. It tumbled down her back in wavy ripples. Her eyes were wide, her lower lip caught in her teeth as she approached. Her arms came protectively around her torso as her gaze flicked over the apparatus. This was not the look of someone eager to play.
“Is something the matter?” he asked, concerned. While he wanted to give Ellen an intense experience that required her complete submission, he also wanted her to enjoy it.
She swallowed visibly before answering. “I, um… That is, I’m not really comfortable with machine-powered dildos. They make me nervous.”
“Have you had actual experience with one?” he asked, genuinely curious.
Again, she hesitated before replying. “No, Sir. But I think if I were allowed hard limits, that might be one of them?”
She made it a question, as if she wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about it.
She just needed some guidance, he decided. Some reassurance. “Per the terms of our contract, which you read, agreed to and signed, you don’t have hard limits. Not with me. Not while we’re together. Isn’t that right, slave?”
She blinked rapidly, a tell he was coming to recognize indicated she was struggling with something. After another long moment, her chin lifted, a look of determination coming into her dark blue eyes.
“Yes, Master Damon.”
Pleased, Damon nodded. “I’ve duly noted your reservations. Just so you know, I do have experience with this kind of toy. And, if you’ll recall, our contract also stipulates that I will not harm you. Hurt you, yes,” he added, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “But only the good kind.”
If anything, she only looked more anxious.
He offered a reassuring smile. “Relax, Ellen. Once we get going, you’ll be fine.”
After a moment, she nodded. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
Damon smiled. “Good girl.” He got to his feet. “Let’s get you strapped down.”
As he helped her into a prone position in the stockade, he could still feel the tension radiating from her. “Relax,” he reminded her. “Remember, resistance, even the passive resistance of holding tension in your body, goes against true submission. I get it that it’s only our second day together. But your goal should be to fully give yourself to me, no matter what I ask of you. You need to trust that I will take you where you need to go but also keep you safe.”
She said nothing but, as he gently stroked her back, she did seem to relax, at least a little. If she was like most subs, just the act of being bound would calm her. It took away any decisions on her part. All she had to do was let go.
He made sure she was reasonably comfortable, adjusting the torso rest to her height and tilting the hip rest to raise her ass higher for better penetration. When he was satisfied, he strapped her legs and arms to the hooks that ran along the padded rests on either side of the main bench of the stockade.
When he was done, he took a step back to admire his handiwork. He had an excellent view of her cunt and ass. The straps rendered her completely immobile. She was perfectly positioned for doggy-style penetration and totally at his mercy.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, his cock pulsing with appreciation.
He came around and crouched in front of her. “How you doing? Good so far?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied in a husky voice. He could see the fear in her eyes. It only made his cock harder.
It was erotic fear. Good, sexy fear. The kind subs lived for.
“This is going to be fun,” he assured her. “You’ll see.”
His cock had risen like a tent pole in his loose-fitting drawstring pants. Something would definitely have to be done about that.
