Archive-name: Bondage/pmachine.txt Archive-author: John Savage Archive-title: Pleasure Machine, The I would like to tell you of a device that I have made. A device designed to give an extreme amount of pleasure to its user. Some might call it a technique rather than a device. Whatever they call it, everyone agrees that it is a wonderful PLEASURE MACHINE. The idea started a few months back at a party the Nelsons gave for a few couples who, like my wife and I, enjoy a little of the old bondage and discipline now and then. The Bennetts were there also and we had reached the point where all three girls were bound hand and foot and we were taking turns using the girls to suck our pricks. I recall that Nora was lying alongside Mark on the fur rug sixty-nining like mad, Monique was lying face down on the sofa with her face in Tom's lap working over his penis in her unique style, and Karen was kneeling in front of me as I sat in one of the easy chairs. Karen had to lean forward to reach my prick. Since her arms were bound behind her back and her legs tied together, she had trouble keeping her balance. That resulted in her falling forward every now and then and driving my prick deeper into her throat - a most pleasant feeling. Since Monique (who was servicing Tom) is my wife, Nora (servicing Mark) is Tom's wife and Karen is Mark's wife, you can get the idea that we all were pretty friendly. Actually, the sharing was the men's idea, and the women protested. There was really nothing they could do about it; after all, they were bound hand and foot! They still protest, but I think that they would complain louder than we would if the practice were to stop. As I was saying, there we were with Karen doing a fair job on my hard-as-steel rod when Mark came over and whispered something in her ear. She immediately dropped my prick and started protesting. You wouldn't! You know that I don't like it. It hurts!" Mark just pointed at my prick. Karen reluctantly picked it up in her mouth, muttering about what a bastard he was just before her lips closed around it. She began working on it again but kept her eyes on Mark with a hateful look. "You see, John, there is a way of getting Karen to do a much better blowjob. Of course, she doesn't like it because it involves the use of a SMALL amount of pain." Karen grunted in anger at his emphasis of the word small. "First off, you should slide down in the chair so your butt rests on the edge of the chair. Put your legs together and under Karen." He arranged Karen so that her mouth was still wrapped around my rod, her body resting on my legs with her cunt against my toes and her knees and lower legs against the floor. Because her hands were tied behind her back and her legs also tied at both the knees and the ankles, she had trouble keeping her balance so Mark added a rope to help hold her on. It ran around her left arm near the shoulder, around the back of the chair and was tied to her right arm. Before he tied the knot, he pulled the rope very tight, driving it up into her armpits. I now had a delightful view from the back of her head along her tightly bound arms to her round, smooth ass and down to her tied ankles. Mark went to his pants and took the leather belt out of them. Karen had been continuing her tongue work on me all this time, but when Mark returned with the belt she froze. I could see her buttocks clenching in anticipation of a swat and I could feel her mouth tighten on my prick, although she was still careful not to let her teeth dig in. Mark waited and Karen waited with her eyes closed and her ass tensed. Mark gave me a smile of pure meanness and brought the belt down hard on Karen but on the unprotected soles of her feet, not the expected target. Karen let out with a whelp and, as if it had been a starter's gun, took off sucking my prick faster than I've ever seen. "The whole idea is, of course, that I will beat her ass," he demonstrated with a blow across that target, "until she makes you climax. Have fun!" Mark settled down to one hard slap of the belt every two or three seconds. Karen had her eyes wide open and whined every time the leather made contact, but she didn't let that interfere with her work. I was sure that the belt was hurting her from the way her ass was turning redder and redder and the way she was doing everything she could to make me come. She ran that tongue around and around the head of my prick so fast that I thought the skin would come off. She sucked hard and stroked the ridge on the underside of the head until it was sending tingles shooting up my prick. I vaguely remember half-closing my eyes then watching the little shock waves spread out in the soft flesh of her ass every time the belt landed. I can only begin to tell you what a feeling that is to have a woman being whipped just to satisfy you. The extra, frantic effort that she puts out, the knowledge that she will continue to be whipped as long as you can hold out, that coupling of her pain so directly with your pleasure; these are beautiful things. Just about the time that the buzz was beginning in my balls she shifted to a movement of her whole mouth along my prick. She built this up, faster and faster until my prick felt ready to explode, then there was no way I could hold off any longer even if my life had depended on it. The sexual bomb exploded in my balls and shot down to the head of my prick. She switched quickly to a gulping motion and swallowed all my cum as fast as I could pump it out. Mark continued with the belt until my now-limp tool was out of Karen's mouth and she had completely cleaned it off. He untied her shoulders from the chair then gagged her and rolled her off in a corner as is our practice when a girl has just finished satisfying a man. CHAPTER II It was a few minutes before I felt up to it, but when I could, we set up Monique on Tom and let them both experience the pleasure/pain this little trick can produce. After them, I beat Nora's pretty little ass until she made Mark come. Nora and Monique weren't quite as good or as fast as Karen so their behinds were much redder and sorer. We piled all three girls, still bound, of course, onto the king-sized bed and took off their gags so they could discuss the new game and so Karen could tell the others some of her little tricks to end the game faster. Tom, Mark and I went back to the front room for a drink and our own discussion of how we could make this new game last longer. It was a couple of weeks later while I was relaxing one evening in one of my usual relaxing positions; Monique with her hands tied behind her, her ankles bound together and her mouth filled with my prick. The idea suddenly occurred to me that Monique was doing her usual good job, but I remembered how much better it could be. I slid my belt out of my pants and managed to get Monique in a position on her knees where I had a clear swing with one hand. The first blow surprised her so much that she almost bit my prick. The second blow she was waiting for and grabbed the belt with one of her bound hands. I had to wrestle it away from her. One might almost think she didn't want to be beaten! The whole process just didn't work out the same as it had at the party. When I wasn't wrestling the belt away from her, I was pulling her back up on my legs. Besides, it was just too distracting to have to do my own whipping. I finally gave up and gave her a plain, old spanking followed by a plain, old screwing. The whole next day at the office I couldn't get the idea out of my mind that there must be a way to whip your slavegirl while she works on you. By the end of the day I thought I had the answer. I stopped off in a secondhand store and picked up an electric fan. It took only a half hour to complete the device I had in mind but it wasn't until nearly bedtime that I had the chance to test it. To begin, I ordered her to remove all her clothes and kneel before me. Since this is not an unusual order she obeyed without any idea that something special was up. To begin the bondage I crossed her wrists behind her back but high on the back between her shoulderblades. This way is very good if you want tight bondage and the slave to not be able to move her arms at all. It is always a hard job to get her wrists up there and tie them but I forced them into the strained position and wrapped some rope around her shoulders and neck so her arms couldn't be pulled back down. I guess Monique could tell that she was in for something painful because she gave me one of her Please-Have-Pity-On-Little-Me looks. She usually gets her hands tied this way when she is about to get a spanking; it keeps her hands away from her ass, and that's good when you want an unrestricted target. I threw her face down on the bed and tied her legs to the railing so they were spread wide. A wide leather belt went around her torso halfway between her elbows and shoulders. It crushed her breasts and pressed her arms into her back when I tightened it down, but it gave me a handle on which to tie a rope that then ran up and over the hook in the ceiling over the bed. It pulled her body a foot off the bed and held it there. Some tickling on the bottom of her feet confirmed that she was thoroughly helpless. Now came the special device I had made. First, I had nailed the fan to a wooden board about one and a half foot square. The fan was one of those small electric jobs that blow air at you and turn slowly from side to side. I had removed the metal guards from around the blades then drilled a small hole in the tip of each of the four blades. In this hole I tied a strip of leather about twelve inches long. When the fan is turned on these strips fly around in a wide circle and sting if they hit. The fan had three speeds from slow to fast so the force of the blows and the speed at which they come can be regulated. The device is simple by itself but the fun comes when you put it in a position to strike your slave's bottom, which is just what I did. I slid the board between her legs until the leather strips were close enough to strike a good portion of her bottom. Making sure that there was no way the blades could hit her, I turned the fan on the slow setting and adjusted it so that its sideward sweep would cause the leather strips to cover almost all of her ass. The effect was immediate and surprising. First thing I noticed was that the thin leather strips striking a bare ass make an unusual sound; sort of a cross between a THWATCH and a SWISH. Looking closely I could see that it was because the leather was hitting the skin then being dragged along the skin for a distance. The second thing that I noticed immediately was that she was wiggling her ass in a most delightful way while trying to escape the tiny whips. (continued next week) --