Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
The machine whirred to life, the piston pumping back and forward in a thrusting motion. Sucking in a startled breath, Ellen touched the remote, slowing the machine to a glacial pace. Face a mask of concentration, she slowly increased the speed. Finally, she turned it off altogether.
Despite her palpable nervousness, her nipples had perked nicely to attention. He bet her cunt was already wet with anticipation. This was going to be fun.
“Start nice and easy,” Damon advised. “You can work yourself up slowly to a higher speed. I’m not going to direct you. You’re going to handle it on your own. Feel free to rub your clit while the toy fucks you. Take all the time you need, but you’re going to make yourself come for me. And yes, this time I do want you to ask for permission. Got all that?”
She blinked several times, her lips pressing together as she seemed to gather herself. After a moment, she lifted her chin and met his gaze. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He allowed himself a smile. “Now, kneel on the mat so you’re facing the bench. You can lean against the leg rest for support. I’ll position the machine so it can penetrate you, doggy style.”
She was clearly nervous as she lowered herself into position. She twisted back to look as he moved the machine closer. He adjusted the angle of the piston so the lubed dildo was in the perfect position for penetration.
Then he straddled the stool. He had a good view of her from the side. She looked incredibly hot, her round, full breasts hanging like perfect fruit capped with gumdrop nipples, her ass thrust back in invitation.
“It’s all yours,” he said, his cock stiffening in spite of his recent climax. “Remember your instructions. Take as long as you need, but you’re not stopping until you achieve orgasm while being fucked from behind with the robot cock.”
Ellen leaned up against the bench’s leg rest. The height was perfect for her to rest her head against it. She laid her cheek on the padded leather so she was facing him. Closing her eyes, she drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Using his foot, Damon inched the machine a little closer to her body, so the head of the phallus nestled between her legs.
Ellen’s eyes flew open at the contact, but she didn’t pull away. She clutched the small, oval remote in her hand, her grip tight. Looking like a skydiver about to jump out of an airplane for the first time, she tapped the on button.
As the mechanized shaft slowly began to penetrate her, she gasped, her shoulders hunching. Her pupils were dilated, whether from fear or desire, or a combination, he couldn’t quite tell.
“I’m scared, Sir,” she blurted as the shiny black cock pumped slowly in and out of her cunt. She was trembling, a sheen of sweat just visible on her brow.
He rolled the stool closer, placing a comforting hand on her upper back. “Relax,” he reminded her. “Breathe. Release the tension in your shoulders. You can do this. You’re doing it.”
She drew in a shuddery breath and let it out. He could feel her muscles loosen, if only a little.
“Good job,” he encouraged. “Now, conquer your fear with the true submission I know you possess.”
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Master Damon’s words galvanized Ellen. He wasn’t just ordering her to power through to please him, though that in itself should have been enough for her. But he seemed to understand this was also about her intrinsic need to submit, and the spiritual grace that submission gave her.
His hand felt good on her back, his touch warm and soothing. She was grateful to him for allowing her to control the remote. As long as she managed to remain calm and focused, she just might be able to get through this without making a fool of herself.
Empowered by his apparent faith in her, she touched the plus sign on the remote, kicking up the power a notch. She couldn’t stop the involuntary squeak of nerves as the pumping dildo picked up speed.
Breathe. Relax. Accept.
She increased the speed, this time without a squeak. To her surprise, the toy actually felt good inside of her, almost like a real cock. His hand fell away and she felt its sudden lack.
Focus on your task, she reminded herself.
She would have preferred if Master Damon had been the one behind her, his big hands on her hips as he drew her back onto his hard, thick shaft. Clearly, she hadn’t yet earned that privilege.
A mewl of pleasure escaped her lips as the automated dildo pumped in and out of her sex. Feeling brave, she increased the tempo again. Her eyes fluttered shut as spirals of pleasure radiated through her core. The remote fell from her grasp.
Breath shallow and rapid, she reached between her legs to stroke her clit, which was gooey with lubrication from the toy. She opened her eyes, fixing her gaze on her Master. He was watching her with an intent expression, his eyes glittering with power and something else. Desire?