1. Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 15


    Date: 11/18/2023, Categories: Fiction Exhibitionism Female exhibitionist, Written by women Author: vanessa.evans 

    ... not here.”

“So Wednesdays and Thursdays you’re going to tie my wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed, put a blindfold and a gag on me and let this machine fuck me all day? I can’t wait.”

“No, if I did that this machine could literally fuck you to death and for some strange reason I don’t want that to happen.”

I shrugged the robe off me and gave Dylan a nice, naked hug and a long kiss. Then I said,

“Me neither, but I do want to be able to use this machine when you are not here and I do want the feeling of not having my senses working when it’s fucking me so that I can concentrate totally on being fucked..”

“Maybe I could strap you down just before I go to work and set the timer so that it only fucks you for a short time then leaves you unable to get off the bed or see or hear anything and wanting more all day. Think how horny you’ll be by the time I get home.”

“Hmm, I sort of like that idea.

“So you like the idea of being tied-up, blindfolded and fucked Esther? We can do that anytime that you want.”

“I know, but that’s with you around, you won’t be here when this machine fucks me.”

“Yes, we need to find a way for you to be alone and helpless, but at the same time have a way of releasing yourself when you need to.”

“Can we think about that some other time please Dylan, for now can we just get this thing working. It’s been hours since your cock was inside me and I’m getting withdrawal symptoms. Or you could just fuck me.”

“I want to but ...
    ... there are things that I have to do so come on, get on the bed and we’ll get it working. I’ll set the timer for 30 minutes for now.”

A couple of minutes later I was securely spread eagle on the bed. I was wearing a blindfold and had a ball-gag strapped in place and Dylan was adjusting the silicone cock so that it just touched my cervix when it thrust forwards and nearly dropped out of me when it went back.

“How’s that Esther?” Dylan asked as the fucking started to get faster.

I gave him the thumbs-up sign then everything went quiet.

As I settled into the constant rhythm of the silicone dildo fucking me I remembered, or I should say that I didn’t remember Dylan say that he had actually set the timer. Just that he was going to.

“Nothing that I can do now,” I thought.

Before the building orgasm consumed all my thoughts I made a mental note to check that I could get my magic wand hanging down from one of the ceiling hooks that Dylan had installed, and to get Dylan to adjust it so that when I was tied down like I was, the business end of the wand would just touch my clit.

My last thought before the first orgasm hit me was of the magic wand and the fucking machine making me cum over and over until I blacked-out because of too much pleasure.

After the second orgasm I started to loose track if time. I started to wonder if Dylan had set the timer of if he’d forgotten to. I tried concentrating my ears to try to hear Dylan but I could hear nothing. I wasn’t panicking ...
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