A Risky Return to Sin City

I was removed from the glory room first, taken over to the play wall area where the discipline chair is sitting facing the wall, set about four feet from it. I had spent some unpleasant time in that chair a while back. They removed my irons and electro chastity cage, put me in the chair, and strapped me down tight, making me immobile once more. I was staring directly at a Sybian jutting out from the wall mounted about five feet off the ground. Primarily built to stimulate women’s pussies to excess, I was sure I was about to see another show from my ‘friend’. It was outfitted with what I came to learn were two Sybian accessories. To help capture in writing what I had witnessed, I researched the Sybian website to determine what they were. The primary accessory sitting on the top as a saddle was a G-Egg which, according to their own description, is for the experienced rider. They go on to say it features a seven-inch oval shaped g-spot stimulator covered with a pebbled texture that adds stimulation directly on the g-spot. It has a thicker base than their other attachments, giving the rider a fuller feeling and the plumpness of the egg provides maximum internal contact. A multi-directional pattern of stimu-nubs line the front base for tantalizing clitoral contact. I watch as the oval is slather with lube. You can smell the coconut.

If that attachment wasn’t enough, the boys have added a new Sybian toy called the Rabbit Tickler. It is held on to the G-Egg with a built-in loop and has two flexible ‘rabbit ears’ that when sticking up will tickle and tease the clit for extra stimulation where it matters most.  Whoever is going to be sitting on this is in for a ride. And of course I have no doubt about who it will be.

They brought my glory hole ‘slut’ partner out. She is an attractive slender and petite beauty, so after removing her irons and the electro probe nestled in her vagina, she was an easy lift for the two Doms that raised her up and over the egg while a third pulled her legs apart, allowing free entree to her wet cunt opening. Lubrication will be limited to her own natural juices and what was placed on the bulb as I saw no extra added to her. She holds her breath and bites her bottom lip as they begin her descent. The G-egg is stiff, so it is her cunt that yields and opens as she is dropped down swallowing it. It is large and she is small. As such, she cries out and has a look of astonishment as her pussy clamps down on the invading toy and her cunt lips bottom out on the knobby base, her vagina made full. I would not describe it as a look of pleasure. Certainly, one laced with a good deal of apprehension. Seeing many online girls bound and riding one of these, her concerns are well founded. Who knows, she might even have previous experience with Sir Sybian to base her growing anxiety on.

Her own master reaches under her and adjusts her pussy lips so that they are well spread over the knobby surface and that the rabbit wings are placed to do the most good. ‘Good’ being a debatable term.

While he was adjusting her privates, she tries to resist with little success the actions of others who were putting leather cuffs on her ankles and wrist, stretching them outward with rope tethers till they are taut, securing them to eyehooks in the wall leaving her in an upright spread eagle pose with all her weight supported by her cunt resting upon the Sybian saddle. She wasn’t coming off this device and her full body weight would be pressing her down on her devious perch.

Not done, they attach long leather cords to her horseshoe barbell piercings and pull till her nipples and tiny boobs are cruelly stretched outward toward me with the cord ends tied off to securing rings on my chair. I don’t mind, but obviously she does. She is nothing more than a toy and is being handled as such. Much to my amusement. Even the gay boys are getting a kick out of this straight girl’s growing plight.

I am excited that I have a front row seat for the show, but now they are outfitting me with toys of my own. I’ve been previously abused in this chair with both devices they are placing on me. One is a control and punishment device, a long and wide chrome bi-polar electro butt plug with a thin neck that will hold fast when put in place. This seems to be a favorite around here. It can deliver quite a wallop. I’m not thrilled. The other is a Milker Automatic Masturbation Machine. It is owned by one of the other Masters of the social club. Last trip they nearly drove me insane with it by letting it to continue to run after it cause my first ejaculation, a time when the penis is hypersensitive. It ran without respite, suffering as I slowly recovered, hardened, and spurted again and then kept it going till I went a third time and then more till I was having dry climaxes. The abusive restrained milking was pure torture, especially right after each ejaculation.

This time, however, I’m sharing the stage, and I won’t be the featured entertainer. They start us both out slow. The Sybian can be a noisy unyielding excessive vibration unit as it both buzzes the outside of the victim’s pussy and the inside with its rotating dildo with gusto. However, at a low setting it can be a delightful tease based on videos I have previously enjoyed. Her reaction is immediate, one of shear pleasures with her eyes tightly closed as her body tenses up and relaxes. She is enjoying the ride, a lovely distraction from the way she is bound, her weight being supported by her tender vulva and the tugging of her nipples. You see her pussy clamping down hard against the vibrations as a ripple seems to wash over her. A faint aroma of sex drifted towards me.

My dick too is enjoying the sucking and pulling as the milker does its thing. I harden, but it’s caused by more than just the milker, what I am watching is stimulatingly hot. I love it. She’s bound and being forced into a climax. I’m watching it happen live, up close and personal, one of my biggest fantasies, less me not being the one controlling her.

But just as I get to the point of nearly cumming for which I am about to ask permission to do so, my toy is abruptly stopped, and my butt is lit up with shocks that stops my rise to climax in its tracks. And while my machine is idled, hers is taken up a notch. You can tell it’s now a little intense for her, but she is still having a good time. I hear her gasp and start to pant. A hard climax is rapidly approaching. I had lost my hard-on when shocked but begin to recover while intently watching her with delight. She struggled against her impending climax, but somehow managed to ride the wave without shouting out or tugging to excess her nipples.

My machine is back on, and I am getting super-rigid again. I’m getting close and ask for permission to climax as I watch her enjoy hers. I’m given a simple ‘no’ in response and as I start to tremble, knowing I’m about to lose it, my stroker is shut down again, my ass shocked hard and my penis softens a bit, climax averted. And she squealed as the speed went up another notch. A new twist to aversion therapy?

Now, she is moving into the realm of overstimulation. She stiffens.as vibration wave after vibration wave hits. She is getting closer to the edge. Her face is now grimacing, her body trying to adjust itself off her pussy lips to no avail. The machine is incessant. The vibrations are flooding her loins. The dildo deep inside her must feel like it is on overdrive, you can hear the loudness of the machine grinding at her, while I can see the hard ribbed extension under her playing with her clit. She is crying out. This is solved with a ring gag being temporarily secured in her mouth, followed by a pair of red panties she knows too well, being inserted through it, stuffed in by a practiced finger till her mouth is full. The ring gag is maneuvered back out while the panties are secured in place with multiple circles of clear packing tape around her face and head. Now mute, her body language will provide her oratory. She has her next orgasm, there will be many more to come. Her body is perspiring, shaking, bouncing, squirming in her bonds that do not yield. She can get no relief.

As this occurs, I am getting hard again and it’s just from the activity in front of me. I don’t even notice when they resumed my physical stimulation. I am again arriving near climax, so the milker is shut off and I’m shocked. And she gets the punishment for my near delight, with her Sybian turned up another notch. Now she is really squirming and shouting to please stop, but her sounds have been well muffled by the gag. She succumbs to having uncontrolled orgasms on top of uncontrolled orgasms. Her eyes are rolling back in her head. I’ve never seen a body and limbs shake so violently, her titties being yanked and distorted by her intense movements, thrashing from side to side then collapsing forward against the climax which consumed her and the bonds that hold her. She is not enjoying this, but I am. Such overstimulation provides agony not ecstasy. Pleasure sensations overdone to this level are just torment. She is being tortured and it’s to my delight less my fear that she might rip her barbell piercings from her nipple with all the stress she is exerting on them. They are such delicate beauties. I’m being effectively edged yet I don’t care, the show is so good it’s a small price to pay. I’m a long way from Blue Balls. Besides, I’m not in control. I love my restraints at this point as they make me feel guilt free on multiple levels. Oh, what a show!

A Sybian has a wide range of vibration. The sound of the motors whirring fast fill the room, drowning out the idle chatter of those watching the entertainment. I am denied four more times before she is up to the highest setting. At that point she is near convulsions. Her animalistic grunts and howling through her gag have turned to muffled sobbing entwined with ‘please, please, please, please stop please.... She is exhausted, her body in a collapsed state of near unconsciousness yet still involuntarily flailing and thrashing against her tethers and the saddle. She has moved well past orgasming as her body has shut down that response. She lost control of her bladder three settings prior to the top with her stream dribbling from her pussy down over the sleek black curves of the Sybian where it looks like it is dancing, a result of the uninterrupted powerful vibrations. It ultimately drips down onto the floor where small puddles form. I’m not sure she even knew she peed, her face was already contorted and grimaced, her eyes tightly closed and breathing erratic. I found it just added to my glee, even though I figured that eventually one of the two of us would be cleaning up the mess with our tongue.

All good things must come to an end. When they decided she had had enough, which was long after she really had, they slowly lowered her vibration and G-egg rotation, her face and body having ever-varying reactions as she was glided down. They also shut off my milking toy for the final time, yet I remained erect even after they removed it.

Then it got weird and dangerously close to my line again, maybe standing right on it. She was brought down from her perch; her hands are cuffed behind her back, and she is put in a kneeling position within a foot of me centered between my spread wide and secured legs. She is held firm by two of the masters as she is unstable and quite out of it, her eyes still semi-rolled back. They are also there to keep her in her new position. Her panty gag is removed and replaced again with the ring gag. Then DR. D lubes up my hard penis and begins to stroke it. There is nothing I can do to stop him masturbating me and he is good at it. The girl’s master is now behind her and has her long hair grasped with one hand and his other griping the back of her upper neck controlling the movement of her head as the other two hold her in her spot. Three sizable and strong men providing an overwhelming amount of physical control on this little toy, she is going nowhere. I mentally try to resist getting excited but that is fruitless with the stroking of my penis and the imagery that surrounds me.

DR. D says “You have my permission to cum.” For once, something I didn’t want to hear. I watch her being pushed toward me, placing her forced open mouth in perfect alignment with where DR. D is aiming my dickhead. His hand glides up and down my lubed shaft.  It takes just moments before the inevitable happens, my long held edged buildup of sperm shoots out in strong spurts easily traveling the one-inch separation between dick and mouth. Held tight by her own master she gets at least four hand pump assisted squirts squarely into the back of her mouth with fifth having a little less momentum landing on her bottom lip with where it runs down her chin. I’m kind of proud of the load I produced. She is pulled back a bit, as I am milked. Her eyes now more able to focus, begins to give me a fixed stare, pleading through them, ‘why?’ in a sort of ‘et tu, Brute?’ appeal. DR. D has gathered on his cupped fingers all the thick drops emerging from my slit as he milked me and inserts them in her open mouth, dragging against the ring as he withdraws them, scaping off my final jizz so it will stay with her. Enthralled, I can’t help watching her dismay and anguish, which both troubles me and brings me delight.

Her master tilts her head back as another removes the gag, and she is told to “Swallow him, lick your lips.” Her master satisfied her humiliation was complete, then adds, “Its time to head to our room and clean you up.” Having no strength or ability to even stand, she is picked up by her master, my cum now in her throat causing some cough/gag action with the remainer dribbling down her face. She glances back at me as she is carried away and I get a hint of a smile. First time ever my stuff has been in or on any women besides my wife. I didn’t touch her, she didn’t touch me, we had no relations, yet I feel guilty. Big time. The little smile confuses the issue more. DR. D insists I didn’t cross the line, nor did the boys. The Contract was not breached. Some may consider that conclusion BS.

My reward was to lick up her pee on the floor, so I would have some of her in me too without ever touching her. Her volume had been plentiful and my lapping slower than they desired, so a rag was tossed down near my face and I was directed to “Sop her up with that.”