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Sex Patents

By: Writer_Biker



1) She invented 101 ways of sex

She was an inventor with many patents, an overactive imagination, a lover with high energy and an irreverent view of life. The ideas she used on me she could not patent, they were all X rated, she invented new ways to make me cum, new machines to milk me, new methods to play with me. She had ideas you could never dream of, even if you think you have seen and done it all. She was an artist, a teacher, an inventor, and a lover. She was a fellatrix and a dominatrix. She promised to make me climax in a new way every week but she lied, she used several variations on each one so that no two nights were ever the same. I have been with her for eight months and she is ahead of schedule, this story will take many chapters. Relax, you will learn new ways to enjoy, I just hope you will try some of her inventions and ideas yourself. 

I had been going to the same restaurant for breakfast every morning for months in a very small Northern California town, my task there was to take over a large construction project that had stalled and get it back on track. I had just turned 60, and my divorce had recently become final. I wanted to work in a new part of the country to get a fresh start in many ways. The company gave me a nice apartment, but it did not feel too much like home, I felt like I was just camping out, besides, it was a long drive down back roads to the project, so I felt like a stranger to my apartment. I did not feel like cooking and I simply ate out three times a day. Breakfast was always in the small local café where I could sit down and read the morning paper over several cups of coffee. The owner had learned what I liked and when I drove in the parking lot, my coffee was waiting along with a morning paper. They would pack me a brown bag lunch or they would deliver a working lunch to the site if the engineers had a crisis and we went into 24 hour work mode. Thursday morning I was just about to tip and leave when I found myself in the middle of a conversation at the register. 

Amy, the owner was talking to her mother. Sharon was a small, older lady who helped out as a hostess on busy mornings. Sharon often sat down to chat with me as she made the rounds refilling coffee cups, she was one of the reasons it was my favorite restaurant, her smile and cheerful conversation helped me start the day. I really missed her on days she did not show.

"I don't know how we can find anyone to help" Amy said. "It's hard to get people to take a day off to help you move, especially on short notice. I can't imagine where you could rent a truck on short notice like this." 

Sharon replied "But I have to get moved or I lose the sale of my home."

"What is this? It sounds like you are having a crisis." I asked, stepping up to the cash register.

"I am having a crisis," Sharon replied, "I sold my house after years on the market, and for full price, but if I can't give the buyer possession by tomorrow, I might lose the sale. I still have some heavy furniture to move and no help." 

"You should be able to find a few strong backs in this town," I replied. "How much do you have to move?"

"It's not too many items, they are just large. Amy and I have been moving the small items for two weeks now. I had a moving crew scheduled for this morning, but they just called and canceled. They got a better paying haul and they are off doing that job instead. Now I have only a few hours to find some help, or I lose a lot of money on the sale of my house and I end up owning it as well as the new one I bought. I can't afford two homes."

Sharon was a very small lady with a high energy level. She had light blond hair that I would bet was mostly grey if the truth were known. She looked about 55 years old. Amy was probably in her late 30's, so maybe 55-60 would be closer; it was hard for me to tell. Amy was about the same height as her mother, but she weighed even less, Amy was very tiny and very shapely figure, everything was in proportion. Sharon was dressed in blue jeans which went in at the waist, then out a little over the hips, then tapered down nicely to her feet. She had on jogging shoes that looked like a kid's shoe; I guessed she would have a hard time buying any of her clothing in the adult department. Her blouse was definitely not sized for a fully developed woman; it was baggy at the waist, long in the sleeves but tight across her breasts. It was proportioned for a young girl, not a woman. Still, the effect was nice. I admired her contours as we spoke. I wanted to ask her how much she weighed and how tall she was, I was guessing only about 90 pounds and under 5 feet, but I was not going to get myself in trouble by asking just yet. Petite is the best way to describe them both.

I was the opposite. I am 6' 3" tall, slender (180 pounds) and in great condition for a man of 60. I have a full huge white beard and handlebar mustache which is my trade mark. I was asked to play Santa Clause, but it took a lot of padding to make my slender frame look the part, and bald headed Santa's are not in great demand. My "HO, HO, HO" needs a lot of work, I tend to speak softly. Working in construction kept me fit, as a manager I still worked in the field as often as I could. A few hours on the job site is better than many hours in the gym. I think bosses should drive heavy equipment, shovel dirt, finish concrete, and hammer nails from time to time. I also suffer from an overdeveloped "Rescuing Fair Maidens" complex. 

"I might be able to help, I have access to a truck or two and if need be, and I can borrow a few men from the project for a few hours."

With that exchange, my life took a definite turn into the fast lane. My sex life was about to become turbo-charged. 

2) Thursday, Moving Day

I climbed into my pickup and followed Sharon to her house. It was a huge house in a fine neighborhood. Gorgeous lawns and gardens made it a real landmark, but the upkeep for a single lady had to be overwhelming. It must have been one of the best homes in the town when it was new, and it was still an imposing house. The two-story home had about 4,500 square feet, it was located on the crest of a hill overlooking the valley, a circle driveway gave the impression of an estate. It had a large back yard complete with pool and fruit trees. I guessed that even in the rural Northern California market it was a $2,500,000 home. During the day as we worked I got most of her life story. Sharon had been widowed for about eight years and was downsizing. Her husband, Robert, was the local banker. Before he died he had bought the restaurant to give Amy, their daughter, a start on her own. Sharon had her own business; she was an inventor, with several patents and several more in process. That explained the many tools, parts and materials in the three car garage. The housing market was very soft for high end homes in Northern California, especially those located off the beaten path; it had taken her three years to sell. When she finally did get an offer, it was for full price, but the family wanted to move in immediately so their children could start school the following week.

I looked around the house, making a mental inventory of what was left to move, there were several very large pieces of furniture and they would not be easy to manage. I called the job site and "borrowed" a large truck and three men to help. We had finished one phase of our construction project the week before. While we waited for the heavy dirt moving to be completed so we could start the next phase, I had most of the workers doing clean up and fix up work which they hated anyway, the project would not suffer if I stole someone for a few hours. 

Within a few hours, Sharon and I had moved most of the smaller items into my pickup and we had made several trips to her new home with chairs, tables, boxes and smaller items. She explained the reason the new house was attractive to her was the large garage and workshop where she could continue her tinkering, as well as a huge master bedroom. Moving the workshop was a major task, there was a huge collection of parts and pieces. She obviously was a real inventor and mechanic. She had more power tools than I had in my construction yard. Even more interesting was all the strange parts and pieces to different devises she was tinkering on. 

"Do you have any stray human body parts to hook up to any of these devices during a lightning storm?" I asked after moving several strange looking parts.

She laughed easily and even explained what a few of the parts were. She had some interesting prototypes under way, I wondered if she was trying to solve problems that don't exist, but that is her choice. Several trips with the pickup and my SUV moved the rest of the garage and workshop. I enjoyed the way she sat close to me on the pickup seat; I guess she was encouraging me to keep up the hard work.

Amy arrived as soon as the breakfast rush was over and she pitched in as well. It took the two of them to lift what I was able to move with ease. Finally what was left in the home was for people with bigger muscles and younger bodies than mine. 

The truck pulled in and three of my workers set to loading up the truck with the rest of the furniture. The bedroom set was the biggest single item. The master bed was made with large timbers and it was massive. It had four corner posts that were large tree trunks, nicely finished; they went all the way to the ceiling. The bed frame did not sit against the wall; it sat out in the room so that you could walk all the way around it Sharon explained that she had made it herself, and it had some special features. She did not elaborate. There was a matching table in the dining room, it was made from huge timbers with tree trunks as legs which extended up to the ceiling through the corners of the table, it looked like a centerpiece of a medieval movie set. In the family room was an entertainment center and bookcase that looked like it could hold dozens of TV's and thousands of books. If King Arthur had a TV center and library in his castle, this is what it would look like. Both the table and the entertainment center looked too large and too heavily built to be real. They were beautiful, wood that large and that perfect was very scarce. It was a real work of art. Maybe that is what they were, not furniture but rather art that was used. It was an indoor forest of polished and varnished trees.

Amy left about 11:30, returning to the restaurant for the noon rush, if that is what they call it when five people show up to eat in a small town. About 1:30 she arrived back with sandwiches for all. Her timing was great, we had just finished loading up the truck for the last time and had made the final tour of the house to make sure we had everything out. We had a picnic on the yard before heading to the new location. Extra help arrived from the restaurant and they set to work cleaning the old house for the new owners. 

Sharon disappeared for a short time to sign the closing documents. When she reappeared at the new house she was waving a deposit slip for a very large sum of money. We had everything unloaded, and were trying to make some order out of the madness of stacks of boxes, random furniture and a floor littered with large trees.

"The bedroom set has some features that you won't find in most bedroom sets," Sharon told me. "It took me a long time to find a smaller home with a big enough bedroom to hold it. I finally found one with a bedroom/sitting room combination, but there will be no sitting room after the bed is set up." We were looking at the pieces of the bed. It looked like a jig-saw puzzle laying in stacks and pieces on the floor. 

The timbers that made up the dining room table and the entertainment center covered the floor in the living room and den area. She sent the men to assemble the bookcases and table while she and I started to reassemble the bed. I had to call my helpers in and with their help we sat the four corner posts up and began attaching the side rails. Each rail was the size of a railroad tie, highly polished and finished wood. The posts at the foot of the bed were even larger; they were tree trunks, over 15 inches across and scraping the ceiling in height. They had holes drilled and dowels inserted to provide hooks to hang cloths and decorations on. It took several hours, but the room started to take shape. It was about 5:00 when I sent the men home, they had finished their projects, but the house was still a maze of boxes and furniture. It would be a huge project to make order out of the chaos. Amy went back to the restaurant to get ready for the evening business. 

Sharon was a delightful person to work with, she made it fun to unpack and set up furniture. We found ourselves laughing and chatting as we worked. I learned about her life and her dreams. She was an accomplished carpenter as well as being a mechanic. She and her younger sister had been raised in Iowa where her father was the local blacksmith, repairman for all things mechanical, and the local mad inventor. I recognized several of the items she named that the family owned the patent rights to. One of the items was an improved automatic milking machine for large dairy farms. They had a small dairy herd which she and her father milked twice a day. Being both an inventor and somewhat lazy, he simplified the operation and sold the equipment to other dairy farms. Soon it was in use all over the American Mid-West. Parts of milking machines were still in various stages of assembly in her shop. 

She opened a bottle of wine and we relaxed for a few minutes. She grilled me about my divorce and what I had been doing since I moved here. I confessed to having no girl friends, I had just disappeared into my work. She asked me how my sex life was and I had to admit to her that it was nonexistent. She teased me about my abstinence, and I got back at her by pointing out that she should have invited all of her boyfriends to help her move. She admitted that if her boy friends had all come to help she would still be sitting in the old house, crying. Her sex life had died, along with her husband. She started to explain that she had not wanted it that way, it just worked out that way, and then she got flustered. 

3) The bedroom, Thursday afternoon

We finished setting up the bed and made it up with a bright red spread, the bed was huge and it filled the room. We both bounced on the bed a couple of times to test it for strength. She was making a game out of it, teasing me on the bed. She asked me to help her unpack several of the heavier boxes. She had me set one large box on the edge of the bed, and then she leaned in to help me unpack it. She laid a hand on my leg as I opened the box, I jumped, but then I relaxed and put my hand on top of hers. My response to her hand seemed to relax her; she leaned against me and watched me carefully as I looked inside the box. It was filled with handcuffs, black leather restraints, blind folds, ball gags, leather vests with straps on them like a hospital restraining suit, and various vibrating and sucking toys. Several items were not identifiable. I paused for a moment to take it all in. 

"No wonder the bed is made so strong, it needs to be with these toys." It was all I could think of to say. "I am beginning to understand why you had to build a custom bed to hold all of this. You said it had some special features. Could you tell me about some of those features? I bet they have something to do with these."

It must have been the right reply, she leaned over, picked out a pair of handcuffs attached to a length of rope and said; "These are supposed to be a one-size fits all, I wonder if that is true. They fit Robert, my husband, but I have never had the opportunity to try them on someone else. Hold out your hand a moment." 

I was motionless as she slipped a single handcuff around my wrist and clicked it shut. She slipped her arm around me and hugged me as she put a cuff on the other wrist. They had been separated into two separate cuffs, the chain that held them together as a pair had been cut off and in its place each cuff had a length of rope attached to a quick release clip on the end. 

"They do fit; they are just your size. I had wondered how I was going to pay you for your kindness in helping me move. I think I now know how I can repay you for your efforts." She had a broad grin on her face as she thought about the possibilities. She gave my knee a squeeze with one hand, her other arm was around my shoulder. 

"This may take a while, dear. I have to unpack another box to find the key to release you, so you will have to be patient. I hope you did not have anything else planned this evening. Why not just lay across the bed and we will see if everything fits?" She pulled one arm near a corner of the bed and clipped the end of the rope to a hidden loop, well out of reach of my hands when I was strapped down on the bed. She pulled the other hand and clipped the rope on the other side of the bed. She then sat down, straddling my waist and leaned over to begin kissing me. I enjoyed the feeling for a few minutes, kissing her back, wishing I could hug her, but my hands were tightly secured.

"I like the way you are rewarding me, your kisses are very nice, I will promise to unpack even more boxes for a few more kisses. If you will let me loose, I would love to give you a hug."

"Just relax and enjoy the attention. You have worked hard today, so I want to reward you by helping you relax, relax and enjoy." She was sitting with her legs straddling me at my waist; she was leaning forward, stroking my neck and holding my face as she kissed me.

I felt her other hand reach down and begin playing with my penis through my trousers. She was gently gripping my penis and holding it through the cloth. She fumbled for a moment, and then she unzipped my pants. I felt her hand holding my penis through my underwear. She finally found the opening and pulled my penis out, it was already hard and standing at attention. All the while she continued kissing me on my lips, face and neck.

I had been silent, trying to sort it out. "Maybe we should unpack the keys to the handcuffs, just in case. I should take a shower if we are going to do anything other than simply see if the handcuffs fit." I was suddenly aware that I was dirty, hot, sweaty and I smelled very bad.

"That's what I wanted to hear; just seeing if they fit is not all that I had in mind. I hope you are not in a hurry for dinner tonight. It may be delayed a little while." With that she pulled out a pair of leg cuffs.

"The ropes attached to each cuff go to a hook in the bottom of the bed frame; soft rope works better than chain, the post does not get scratched. I will release the handcuffs, but only until you get out of the shower, then everything will be ready for you." It was apparent that the arm and leg cuffs would secure me in a very tight "spread-eagle position, and I would not be able to free myself at all. Did I trust her that much?

"Why me and not you?' I asked. "I could play with you on the bed as well."

"It's my treat tonight, here and back at the restaurant when we have dinner later tonight. But I may not be too hungry, I expect to eat well right here, as soon as you get out of the shower. Towels are in the bathroom." With that she pulled me close and gave me a kiss, hard on the lips. We lingered a while, hugging and kissing. 

She unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my shirt before she guided me towards the bathroom. I dropped my pants on the floor as I stepped into the bathroom. She had already unpacked and set up the bathroom. I found a bar of scented soap and washed while the hot water ran over me. I was tired, moving was a lot of work for someone my age, but the evening looked like it was going to be worth it. As I rinsed, she stepped into the bathroom. She had only a bra and panties on; she dropped those as she pulled the shower door open and stepped in with me.


Sex Patents



"Let me help with that." She grabbed the bar of soap and then grabbed my penis and began to lather me up. "I seem to be a little hot and sweaty as well."

I was speechless; I let her work for a moment or two, then I leaned over and began scrubbing her back, then I lathered up her breasts. They felt delightful. Slippery from the soap, my hands slid over them, pausing to massage the nipples. I would guess them to be only a B cup at the most, maybe only an A. On her tiny body, they looked large. I wondered if her age or her size made her breasts so firm and ride so high, maybe she was younger than I thought. Or maybe they were small enough that they had not suffered the effects of gravity and time. 

"You may end up with the cleanest nipples in town" I mused as I enjoyed my task. "Now let me finish washing you off" I then turned my attention to her crotch and began soaping and sliding between her legs. She let me soap her up and rinse her off several times, very slowly.

4) Thursday evening

"That is nice, let's rinse off and get back to work. There is a lot we have to get done before we can go to dinner," she teased. The shower was equipped with a hand held shower on a hose; it made rinsing the soap off a lot more fun.

We dried each other off, exchanging kisses and caresses as we dried. We walked into the bed room hand in hand. She had laid out the four cuffs; each attached to one of the posts, all I had to do was crawl up on the bed and let her take over.

"Promise me that there is no pain, no blood and nothing that can hurt or leave scars. I am not into pain." I told her. "Pleasure I can handle."

"Nothing that dramatic, I just intend to give you a mouth and hand job that will make you yell and thrash about on the bed. I am going to give you the best climax of your life and I need you to be patient and wait for it. I am too small to keep you in place, that's why I use the tie downs. This way I can play to my hearts content, and you stay in one place until I am done. I will let you go as soon as you come... Twice."

"I am not sure I am up to two climaxes back to back, maybe one and then dinner, then another one. I am not 21 anymore, just in case you have not noticed, and I am very out of practice. What about you, do I get to return the favor?" With her pushing me into place, I climbed onto the bed and spread my arms and legs as she guided me into place. 

"Leave it to me, just relax and leave the flying to us, as the commercial goes." With that she finished clicking the four cuffs on me. She then climbed off the bed to get more leverage and pulled the rope ties tighter. I was spread wide open, my legs farther apart than I can ever remember. My legs were not this far apart when I slipped on the ice that time.

I looked up and noticed the tops of the posts of the bed had notches on them. "Now I understand where that big mirror goes", I said. There had been a large mirror with a frame around it in the garage.

"That's right, I wish it was up there now, but it is heavy and we will have to get it put up later. If you can watch what I do, and feel it at the same time it is more erotic. If it were up there, you would be able to get aroused enough to come twice. Maybe with the mirror to look forward to I can convince you to spend another day or two helping me." 

She was still naked, and as she crawled back up on the bed I could admire her breasts and all the rest. She was very lovely, I still think she is in her late 50's based on her life story, but her body does not show it. She had trimmed her bush between her legs at some point, it was neat and short enough to reveal the lips hiding behind it. Her breasts were small and they were high on her body, her nipples were very nice, they stood out well and I could see that she was either slightly aroused or she was cold. My penis was hard and I was momentarily embarrassed as a drop of pre-cum dripped onto my stomach.

She crawled up on me and we spent a long time just kissing and feeling the two warm bodies against one another. She gently grabbed my balls as she straddled one leg with her knee up firmly against my crotch. She was putting pressure on my crotch below my balls with her knee, and I was responding by growing even larger.

"You sure know how to make a man respond." I was suddenly very aroused. She was playing with my penis, testicles, pressing below my balls with her knee, and leaning forward, tugging on my nipples with her lips. "Are you sure you were the banker's wife?"

"I certainly was, and a naughty banker's wife I was too." She leered at me. "It has been 9 years since I did this, and boy did I miss it. I am glad you helped me move, I would have hated to go to bed in this bed alone again. This bed was a happy place, once, and I hope you will cooperate in making it a happy place again. My husband and I had developed some sexual games that made him wild with pleasure; I hope you enjoy them too."

She began gently stroking my penis with her hands, alternating with her lips as she sucked on my penis head. She would stroke several times, slowly, and then she would suck. With her other hand she was continually pulling on my testicles, fondling them, separating them, rolling them in her hand, and tickling them. She would work on the head of my penis with her tongue, and then slowly stroke the shaft with both hands again. Her hands were tiny; it took both of them to firmly grasp my penis. For a person as large as I am, a 7" penis is probably normal, but it looks like a monster with her tiny hands around it. I was in ecstasy from her manipulations, and in awe at her aggressiveness. Only a few hours after I had volunteered to help her move I was tied down on her bed, being played with in ways that were totally new and different to me. 

She got up and crawled to the edge of the bed. I wondered what she was doing, fearing she was stopping. She went over to the dresser and plugged in the clock radio. She picked up her watch and set the time to 6:05. Then she picked up a bottle of lotion and came back to bed. 

"I don't want to play too long and make you sore, but I don't want to let you climax right away, so I thought I needed some way to keep track of time. Besides, you need to eat dinner after a hard days work. I will try and let you go by 8:00. Then we can go have a quick dinner and come back here for a quick bite. You did not think I was leaving did you?"

"I was upset when you stopped, but it was probably good timing on your part. I was getting too aroused already. If your goal is to keep me going for a while, I was not cooperating. Remember it has been along time since I have done anything, two or three years at least. I am too horny to last long."

She sat straddling my waist, facing my feet. I could only see her back, but she was able to work harder with her hands in that position. She began working my penis very slowly. She was using lots of lotion, keeping it slippery but not too intense; she used one hand to pull on my testicles, keeping them entertained. 

"I like to use sensual talk; it helps to keep you aroused without my having to work too hard on your penis. I hope you don't mind, but we are just getting acquainted and it will take some time before we are in sync. So it would help if you would talk to me as well. Tell me what feels good, what is too strong, and be sure and tell me if you are getting close so I can back off." She gave me a long twist on the head of my penis.

"I will try to let you know, but if you go too fast or hard, we may both be surprised." I replied. "So far, everything you have done is great. I enjoyed having you facing this way so I could see you too. You have a wonderful body; it turns me on as well. But what you are doing with your hands in this position is fantastic; your legs are around me which feels good. Lots of lotion helps, it keeps it sensual without being too intense. But remember, I have not been with a woman for several years, so I won't last long anyway."

"That sounds like a challenge to me, if you are daring me to make you last longer I will accept the challenge." Sharon turned around and straddled my leg, put her knee back up against my crotch, she watched my face as she pushed, noted my smile of pleasure and pushed harder with her knee against my tender area below my balls. 

"Its flavored lotion, this is why I use it." She leaned over and took my penis in her mouth and began working it over. She moved her lips just over the tip, locked her lips beneath the rim of my penis and pulled while her tongue worked on the tip. Her hands were moving up and down, gently once, then firmly the next time. She had locked her hands, interlacing her fingers, so she could control the pressure. Alternatively she would take my penis in her mouth and torment the tip of it, then move down to the ridge and run her tongue around it. Then she would move her lips up and down over the ridge, flicking the tip with her tongue, totally driving me mad. Then she would back off, letting me relax for a few minutes before starting in again. 

I relaxed and let the feelings sweep over my body. She was making me feel so wonderful that I needed to relax in order to last. "Just keep doing what you are doing, but not too fast or we will have an early dinner. Teasing and pulling on my balls is great, it is very sensual without making me get closer to a climax."

I could not tell if it was minutes or hours later that she began working more intensely. She was determined to make me climax now. She was stroking me fast, paying extra attention to the head of my penis, keeping up the pressure between my legs with her knee. Using one hand from time to time to fondle and pull firmly on my balls. "Come on, its time to enjoy a good climax," she urged. 

I came hard. I squirted all the way to my chin, I felt my cum landing on my beard, I looked down and there were wet tracks across my chest. She kept working fast on my penis, I was done but she did not slow down. I struggled against the ties, trying to get away from her devilish hands. 

"I hope you don't mind, but I learned that my husband had a higher threshold after he came. If I keep going after he came, he would enter a new and higher level of feeling." She was smiling and continuing to play as if nothing had happened, she was trying to keep me coming again and again, refusing to stop even though I was done.

I was trying to get away, the feelings were too intense. I was not able to even wiggle; my feet were spread too wide and tied too tight, my hands were stretched towards the two upper corners of the bed. She had unlimited access to my penis and she continued to use it, there was nothing I could do about it. 

"Stop, I am done ejaculating, my penis is super sensitive and you are driving me mad. It's more intense than it was before I came, but it is also disturbing to be played with when I know it is useless, I can't come again or even stay hard." My penis was beginning to shrink away in spite of her efforts. But after a few minutes the feelings changed. "I am losing it, but I have to admit that the feelings you gave me after I came were almost as intense as the ones before I came. It may be that there is another level there, a second wind that I have not yet entered, you almost got me there. You may be on the way to helping me find something I did not know I had."

"It is time to stop, I need to get you to the restaurant and feed you. I don't want you getting sore; I just want to have some fun. I intend to feed you good, you need a reward for helping me, first from one house to another, then for helping me initiate my bed again. I really enjoyed watching you spurt. You spurted further than I thought was possible. My husband could only spurt a few inches at the most; you shot four feet, in a high arc in the air. I thought your sperm would never come down. It was beautiful. I consider this a great bed warming. One of the great turn-on's for me is watching a penis ejaculate. I enjoy feeling your penis throb, I like feeling you twitching your hips, and I love seeing you shoot. Thanks for reminding me what sex is all about."

She grabbed a towel and began slowly wiping me down, planting a kiss on my lips as she wiped, pausing to tease me some more, playing with my limp penis and trying to get my balls to come out to play. She stretched out on top of me, pushing her breasts into my chest, holding my head with her hands to kiss me and kiss me again. She stayed like that for a long time, letting me enjoy her body on top of mine, caressing me with her hands and lips. Then she produced a key and began to unlock my hands and feet. It took a few minutes of movement for my legs to begin working properly. She helped me rub them to get circulation going again. We exchanged a few kisses while I was stretching. 

"That was wonderful. I have never been rewarded like this; can I help you move more often? Maybe two or three times a day? You certainly moved me. I think that a man can shoot further the more he is aroused and the longer it has been since he last came, it's a wonder I did not shoot ten feet as much pleasure as you brought me. It was the best climax I have ever experienced. I think I shot out an entire month's quota of cum."

"You can help me move again later, after dinner. Maybe I will help you move a little as well. Lets get dressed and feed you some solid food, you need your strength." She was still playing gently with one hand on my penis while she helped me work my arms and legs to restore circulation. 

I spent a few minutes sitting on the side of the bed, getting circulation going in my arms and legs. Then she pulled me into the shower. "We have to clean you up quickly, so no time for sitting around. It's time to have dinner." We both stepped into the shower, the water was hot, the soap was sensual, ideal for two people that were exhausted after a long day. 

Sharon called ahead and warned her daughter that we were on the way to the restaurant and to save us a table. While we waited for a steak, we had a chance to talk and I learned more details of her life. After she graduated from college in the Midwest farm country, she had married Robert, he was later transferred to California and they had begun a new life. Sharon told me what brought on the bondage obsession that she had. She loved to watch a man spurt and she loved to play with a penis, she loved the feeling of control she had and how she could make a big man squirm and try to get loose when she plays with him, teasing him to the point of torment, and teasing even more after he comes. It was a response to her early childhood. Her mother and father had been obsessed with teaching their daughter that "good girls don't have intercourse." It had been a crusade, lecturing her, making her feel guilty if she even thought about going on a date, let alone the unthinkable of letting a man get into her pants. Then during a long summer vacation with an uncle and aunt, the uncle had molested her, raping her repeatedly over the three weeks she spent with them at their remote cabin. As if that was not enough, she had a very traumatic date rape with one of the high school football stars. She came home very badly beaten up, bruised, bleeding from the lips, and she had lost her virginity. She never felt comfortable dating again, and she was particularly scared of large men. 

Her father had a small dairy farm in Iowa where they milked cows twice a day. Sometimes they milked them by hand and she held the cow's soft teats in her hand and squeezed them to make the milk fill the bucket. She enjoyed the time she spent filling the milk cans, she learned how to manipulate the cow's teat as she pulled and squeezed to make the milk flow.

"My memories of the mornings and evenings in the milk barn with my father are very dear to me. Most of the work was done by the mechanical milking machines. We had to start a new, young cow by milking her by hand until she got used to the routine. Frequent power failures forced us to milk the whole herd by hand. We squeezed until our hands were sore, but we had to milk twice a day." She was reviewing her youth with me. "The smell of the fresh clean milk, the feel of the soft teat in my hand, the milk splashing into the bucket, the cows tied in their stalls for milking as they waited patiently for their turn. These are some of my fondest memories." 

She was married at the age of 23, fresh out of college, mainly to leave her strict household, which was the same reason her husband wanted to marry. Her husband was equally inexperienced and he wanted out of his home badly as well. After his father disappeared, his mother and her female friend took over raising him as if they were both his parents. He was told that having intercourse was a terrible thing to do to a girl. His mothers told him that if he really loved someone, sex would not be something he did. Having a mother as a father was confusing to him.

They were two confused people on their wedding night, drawn together by a need to leave their homes rather than any sexual attraction. Guilt overcame them both to the point that they did not know whether or not to make love, they were just happy to be out of their homes. Sharon was afraid of being under him, her husband was a big man, only 5' 6", but overweight. She was afraid of getting hurt by a man on top of her when he became overly excited. Thoughts of her high school date with the football player kept coming back to her as well as her uncle's abuse. They had been married for two years and Sharon was still not sure what his penis looked like, if they made love at all it was in the dark and very quickly. One night a few glasses of wine made her brave, she made her husband lie still on the bed while she examined him. The examination turned into a hand job that brought him to the best, and most guilt free, climax he had ever had. What surprised them both is that Sharon enjoyed playing with him, sucking on him, and especially watching him ejaculate. Sharon felt safer when she had the male under control and when she could be sure she would not get hurt. She felt real power when she had a large male tied up and totally under her control. She had learned to masturbate and suck her husband to maximize his pleasure, and her own as well. She told me that she could make me come whether I wanted to or not, and she could make me last all day if she chose to. It would take some time to learn how I responded, but she was convinced she could play me better than I could even imagine. Then she said that she had some toys and some tricks she had developed during their 28 years of marriage that would keep me busy for a long time. Watching a penis ejaculate and holding a soft penis in her hand brought back pleasant memories of her childhood.

We had a short pause while our meal was served. It pays to know the owner, the meal was great. Sharon had a small steak, mine was plate sized and done to perfection. We enjoyed a good meal and left quickly, headed to her home. I stopped by my apartment and grabbed some clean clothing and a tooth brush.

Back at her home, we spent a few minutes moving cartons and unpacking a few items, more as a token towards making the place feel more comfortable than any real effort to unpack. She pointed out that the entertainment center had large steel fastening plates which were also tie points so that we could tie me up to play with me and watch TV at the same time. The dining room table was set up with steel plates that looked decorative but were also places to hook restraints; I could be the main course on the dinner table if she chose. The table legs went to the ceiling and were also tie points. A large plant stand was built like a huge step ladder with shelves; she explained that it could be used to tie me to, upright and snug. She pointed out a large towel rack in the bathroom; it was more like a four foot wide ladder fastened to the wall with narrow rungs every four inches. It could hold a lifetime of towels, then she pointed out that the cross rungs had fastening points on the back of them; it was designed to be a non-descript bondage wall. The entire house seemed to be furnished in sex toys. Years of thought, design and work had gone into making furniture that had several purposes. The tour concluded in the bedroom where she suggested that it was time to try out the furniture again.




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I made a quick trip into the shower, and then returned to the bed. She had arranged some soft light around the room, and had put on a pale white lacy negligee that was very sheer; it accented her breasts nicely, her nipples were visible behind the sheer material. On most ladies it would have just covered their breasts, leaving the stomach bare, on her it came down to her hips. She had on a sheer panty; they were a little loose, but very pretty on her. She stopped and turned the clock towards the wall. 

"I don't want you knowing what time it is, this may be a long night. I don't intend to stop until you are worn out. If there is any penis left to hold, I intend to hold it. The lube is super slick so you won't get sore, and it is strawberry flavored. I am having strawberry's and cream for dessert, it's up to you to provide the cream, but not too soon dear, I want a lot of strawberry's first."

She fastened me down with the same ties she had used before, but this time she put a pillow under my head so I could watch what she was doing. She then made me raise my hips so she could put a large cushion under my hips to elevate me and provide better access to my genitals. She began pouring lube on me, then using her hands; she began very gently playing with my penis. She leaned down and began licking the tip of my penis with her tongue, running it around the ridge of my penis head, while she gently moved her hands up and down my shaft. One soft hand crept down and began rolling my balls gently, caressing them, teasing them, pulling on them gently. She played with my nipples from time to time, and then rubbed her breasts down my chest. It was going to be a very long night.

When people talk about blowing your brains out through your penis, I can tell you what they mean. I lost all of my brains that night, my IQ was probably down into single digits sometime after midnight when she finally let me come for the second time that day. I did not think I could come twice in one day, she proved me wrong. My second one was almost as strong as the first, shaking me all over. She brought me to a climax while straddling my thighs, facing me; she wanted to watch me and my penis as I came. Like before, she continued to play after I was done; forcing me to get closer to that new level she said was waiting for me. It was a good thing I was tied down or I would have been like the mechanical bull in the bar on a Saturday night, impossible to ride. 

"Wait until you find out what else is in the box you looked in, and what I have hidden away in the shop. You will blow your mind, and probably blow your penis as well." She warned me as we snuggled together. 

The last thing I remember thinking before I went to sleep was, "It was going to be a very good year."

5) Friday morning

I woke up in the morning, my penis was sore, my arms were stiff, my testicles ached, and I was naked under the covers. I moved my hands and feet to make sure they still worked and to make sure I was not still tied to the bed posts. 

I laid there with visions of the night before still playing before my eyes. I had been tied up for hours, she would play me till I got close, then stop to let me relax, then make me hard again and she would make me come close to my peak all over again. She kept teasing me, playing slower and slower as the night went on, not letting me cum until I was going nuts from the tension and the teasing. She had one hand on my balls most of the night, playing with them to keep the sexual tension high. She explained that the more a males balls were stimulated, the quicker they would recharge and be ready to climax again. She was right; I came for the second time that night, as strong as I had the first time. 

She was hugging me awake, one arm and one leg over the top of me. It was a very fine way to wake up. I had to go pee badly, I tried to slip out without disturbing her, but she was awake and carefully watching me. 

"Where do you think you are going?" she asked.

"I just need a quick trip to the bathroom" I was already standing up.

"You have to come back to bed, at least for a good morning kiss". 

I went to the bathroom, and then spent a few minutes with a wash cloth wiping my face awake. I had spent a few seconds deciding whether to wear a towel back into the bedroom. She had played with me all night long while I was tied spread eagle on the bed, stark naked. It seemed silly to worry about my nudity now, I grabbed a towel anyway. When I walked back into the bedroom, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, a sheet wrapped around her, a concerned look on her face.

"I was worried that you were getting dressed. It's too soon for that. You need to call in sick today, stay here and help me unpack; we have more boxes to explore and furniture to enjoy."

"That sounds like an excellent idea." I sat down beside her, leaned down and kissed her.

She responded by giving me a hug and holding on to me. She straddled me, sitting on my lap facing me, legs around my back. With our size difference, it was a great way to kiss and hug comfortably. Her sheet slipped down, my towel had already fallen off. Her body was wonderful to feel against mine. Her breasts were warm against my chest. Her kisses were nice, firm and warm. I felt them through my whole body, the first serious hugging and kissing I had felt in years. I felt my penis starting to respond. She felt it as well since she was sitting naked in my lap. I held her while we both just hugged and enjoyed each others bodies for a few minutes.

"Let's go have a wake-up shower, some breakfast, then unpack and unwind." She suggested. She must have heard my stomach growl.

We went into the bathroom and walked directly into the shower. We wasted a lot of hot water that morning, but we came out very clean.

When we walked into the restaurant together, Amy gave us a strange look. I found it commendable that she refrained from asking any probing questions. We had a good breakfast, and managed to talk about what needed to be done, boxes to unpack, furniture to arrange. Over coffee Sharon quietly told me that she had not been on a date with another man since she had married her husband, she had no reason to date after his death, she was not looking for sex on normal terms, she had no idea how a man would respond to her methods of having sex. I wanted to ask how she had gotten up enough courage to try it with me, but just then Amy came to refill my coffee.

She hoped Amy would not be upset with us. It is not every night that a mother shows up at breakfast with a strange man, holding hands and smooching. Sharon did not understand why her daughter did not date much. Her daughter was tiny, very pretty and very well proportioned, but not attracted to men or women either. Sharon explained to me that Amy was adopted. She was the daughter of an older cousin, her parents were killed in an auto accident, Sharon and her husband were surprised to find that they were named as guardians in the parents will. It had worked out nicely, they did not have any children and a 10 year old child meant they did not have to go through diapers and potty training. 

When the breakfast customers had left, Amy came over and sat with us. She got up nerve enough to ask us what we had planned for the day.

"I talked Jim into staying around and helping me to unpack today." Sharon explained. "He moves the big boxes a lot easier than I do. He agreed to take another day off work and help me. I think we have it under control," Sharon suddenly realized that her daughter would probably come by to help unpack.

On the way back to her house, I stopped by my apartment and called into the office. They could live without me for another day, today was Friday and not much was happening. 

"Your apartment looks more like a motel room than an apartment. Don't you own anything of your own?" she asked. "The only things that make it look like you live here are the clothes hanging in the closet, the dirty clothes in the hamper, the books and papers on the big desk, one big leather recliner and the big screen TV."

"I does not feel at home here, so I have never unpacked all of my stuff, I have it all packed away in the second bedroom, which is why the door is closed on it. My office looks a little better; I have some personal items set out there. I thought I would be gone from here in a few months, but the project just keeps going on and on. I came out for a few months, now six months later I have over two years of work ahead of me. The 50" plasma TV and the big recliner were my only concessions to real life. I did not need two chairs as I don't have company. The books represent my other life. I am a writer in my spare time. I am working on several book projects at the moment, the stacks of books are research materials. It's too complicated to explain right now, but I write books as well as a few articles for magazines." She had been looking at the titles with some interest. My lap top computer was on the desk with notes on different research projects around it. 

She went with me to the closet and helped me pick out the cloths I needed to take. She picked out all casual; I was relieved that she was not planning any major events over the next few days. What did surprise me was that she picked out six outfits for me. I either wore all black, or I wore tan. My work uniform was khaki pants or blue jeans with a tan shirt, unless I had a meeting, then I wore a white shirt with a black suit. My hobby was riding motorcycles, so I had black jeans, black shirts and plenty of leather. There were no other colors in my closet. I noticed that she did spend some time choosing my briefs, I had some skimpy colorful ones as well as plenty of plain white, she picked out seven or eight of the skimpy colored ones and used a plastic bag as a suitcase. 

"I tend to dress in a hurry in the morning, so I keep the choices of color simple. With only two colors I can not go out too mismatched." I explained as we carried the clothing out to her car. 

6) Friday noon, something tasty

As soon as we shut the door behind us in her house, she turned around, stood on her tip toes, wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down to kiss me. We enjoyed each other for a few minutes, then she released me, backed off and looked me over.

"We have a couple of hours before the restaurant quiets down and Amy can get away. I will lock the door, just in case. We did not get to play this morning." She had felt my hard on grow while we were kissing.

In the bedroom she closed the curtains. "Strip, it's time to try something else. Back up to the large tree that is the corner of the bed. I will tie you to the post, standing up, your arms are probably still stiff from last night, and the change in position will do you good. It looks like your penis is ready for me, it is getting stiff, I think it likes it here!" She was watching my bulging underwear as I stripped. 

I protested that I could not even consider having sex again, I had already come twice the night before, I certainly could not get hard enough to play this morning. I suggested that I could play with her, she deserved equal time. She ordered me to quit being a cry baby. She reminded me that I did not know my own limits. She intended to find out what they were. 

She pulled out some ropes and handcuffs and began tying me up to the corner post. First she snapped handcuffs on my wrists with my arms around the back of the post, pulling them tight. She tied my feet, pulling them back so that I was partially circling the post. She spiral wrapped rope around my legs, up my thighs, around my hips, skipping my genital area, then around my waist. I was totally immobile, far more tightly tied than I had been the night before. On the bed I could move my hips up and down, even shift a little from side to side. Tied to the post, I was firmly tied; there was not a muscle I could move. My hips, legs and body were immovable. 

She backed off to admire her work. She gave my penis a squeeze, then worked her hand up and down it to tease it. "I have a surprise for you. In fact I have a lot of surprises for you; I have many different ways to make you ejaculate. Some of them I tried with my husband, some I have dreamed about during the last 9 years, and now I will get to try them out. You know that I am an inventor, what you don't know is what some of my best inventions are. So let me try one of the easy ones on you and see how you like it." She tried pulling on my testicles, seeing if they were empty or not. "I think they are filling up nicely, with a little attention they will be refilled shortly."

She went into the kitchen and returned with a kitchen serving tray full of bottles. She pulled a condom out of the "goodie box". Using a large pin, she put several holes in the tip of the condom. She then unrolled the condom several inches and filled it with the wine flavored ice cream topping. She pulled the condom on my penis, and rolled it the rest of the way up, since my penis was hanging down by then. 

"My first invention is the combination, syrup, wine, and ice cream topping dispenser with a built in cum collector. It will dispense flavored syrups while it keeps your penis hard. Let me demonstrate. The rubber is slippery and that keeps you from getting a sore penis so we can play longer. The holes are tiny so without my sucking on them they don't leak. When you come, it mixes cum with flavoring, dispensing a good tasting cum. The danger is that there may be extra calories in the sweet syrups, so sucking on you may make me gain weight. I will have to work extra hard to exercise it off."

She then began sucking on the condom, and my penis with some strong suction. It took her a few minutes to empty the condom of its syrup, she was getting it a drop at a time, just enough to keep it tasting good. She continued sucking hard for a few more minutes to make sure it was dry. She was holding the base of the condom on by clinching tightly around my penis base with her hand. After a few minutes of this, she went to the toy box and brought out a cock ring. When she refilled the condom with the next flavor, she held it tightly on the base of my penis and slipped on the cock-ring to hold the condom securely on. This allowed her to use two hands on my balls and on my penis shaft as she sucked on my penis head. The cock ring did its job and kept me hard while it kept the condom from slipping off as her mouth performed its magic on me. I am about 7" long, and since she used a large sized condom, the extra length along with the reservoir tip allowed her to put almost one ounce of beverage in the end at each filling. Since I was standing up, my penis would droop enough between sessions to allow her to slip on the next course without spilling the contents. After sucking the condom dry, she would roll it off, and then clean my penis off with her tongue before she started with the next flavor. 

She repeated this several times, filling the condom with several more syrups and toppings, all the while giving me some of the best penis sucking that I had ever experienced. The whipped cream and the marshmallow topping were the hardest to suck through the small holes in the end of the condom, so they were my favorites; she had to really suck to get it all out through the tiny holes in the tip. Her favorites were the imitation wine and the imitation Cream De Menthe flavors. She said they made the sucking worthwhile. 

I was tied so tightly that I could not even move to let her know what felt good, she had a helpless penis to demonstrate on. It was exquisite; I was being forced to feel a level of sensuality that was mind blowing. My penis was being gently pleasured and I was only an observer. When I struggled against the ties, it only served to drive my feelings higher. Straining and pulling my muscles made my whole body more sensitive and made my penis swell more. My penis head was inflated beyond its normal size and it was super sensitive, part of the extra size and sensitivity was probably the penis ring, it kept me hard without concentrating on it. I don't think I could relax even if I really wanted to. After more than an hour of playing this game, she proceeded to give me a grand finale. She filled a condom with Crème De Menthe Ice cream topping. She used one with smaller holes "To make the flavor last longer" she said. She proceeded to give me one of the most prolonged and strongest climaxes I have ever experienced. Once I had come, she refused to stop. She kept sucking me until I could not stand it any more, but I did not have a choice, she kept going anyway, stroking me in long, fast strokes with her hands, milking and sucking me dry. 

After she gave up she explained, "I am going to teach you about that second threshold, I can drive you to feel multiple climaxes, just like women have. All I have to do is keep playing with you after you come to a climax. Soon you will be having several climaxes, semi dry ones, but multiple climaxes anyway. Women can have climaxes without ejaculating, you can too, you just have to let it happen. It's a matter of training, or perhaps exercise. Your penis is like any other part of your body, if it is not exercised, it deteriorates. Just think of me as your personal trainer."

"The mixture of your cum with the Crème De Menthe syrup tastes very good, the cum diluted the drink and made it a real treat. But some things are better than others, I once had some tequila flavor and it went very well with the salt in sperm. I need to find some of that again." 

I explained to her that the treat was all mine, I have never had a climax that even approached the one she gave me that morning. When she rolled the condom off of me, I was still slightly hard; the cock ring was doing its job. Then she took the cock ring off and my penis dropped like a deflated balloon. 

"You would be doomed to spend the whole day with your penis in my mouth, except that my daughter will probably be ringing the door bell pretty soon. So you can run into the shower and get the syrup washed off. We can unpack a couple of boxes until she goes back to work. Then we can have lunch." She was releasing me. 

"My arms and legs are not as stiff from being tied to the post as they were from being tied spread on the bed; it is a more natural position. But the feelings are more intense since I can move even less, the penis ring helps, I had never had one of those on me before, they work. The experience is super sensual, super exotic. What a climax, it was so strong that my penis can't stay soft when I think about it. I am totally played out, but thinking about that climax and you playing on and on after I came, turns me on again. How can I thank you or reward you in return?"

"Tying you upright is more comfortable for me, I can sit on the adjustable office chair, and it lets me be at the right height to play with you all I want. When you struggle against the ties I get aroused. I enjoy taking you to the brink of climax, denying you release, then taking you there again. I think that I enjoy playing with you more than you enjoy it. So it's a win-win as you say in business." 

I went into the bath room and let the hot water wash over me again. When I came out of the shower, my clothes were laid out for me. I dressed and went in search of Sharon. I found her along with Amy, cleaning up the kitchen. A tray full of various ice cream toppings and syrups was still sitting on the counter. Amy did not seem too shocked that a man was coming out of her mothers shower. They quickly put me to work putting little used kitchen items on the top shelves of the cabinets. I caught Amy looking at my crotch when ever I stretched; I guessed she was checking me out when my back was turned as well. 

Amy looked sharply at her mother and I when Sharon said "Now I will have to keep you around, otherwise I will never be able to get my turkey roaster down from the top shelves for Thanksgiving."




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We moved into the family/living room and began unpacking books and pictures for the wall of shelves in the entertainment center. I noticed that there were several boxes that Sharon had me move to keep them out of the way of Amy as she was unpacking. I guessed that they were filled with something that she did not want her daughter to see. Several of the bookcase doors had working locks on them; I wondered what Sharon was planning to hide in them. I set up the TV set and the sound system. It was going to take some work to run the wires under the floor for the surround sound system, but the system worked as it sat. 

Shortly before noon Amy left for the restaurant and Sharon and I were alone again. 

"I am going to cook you lunch, I think a BLT sandwich would be ideal for today, we will have a larger meal this evening. By then we will both be ready for it." 

7) Friday afternoon

I continued unpacking and moving boxes while Sharon went into the kitchen and began cooking. Shortly she called me in and sat me down to lunch. Before lunch was finished she was reaching her foot under the table and running it up and down my leg. 

When she got up to clear the table I caught her from behind and gave her a hug. She responded by turning her face up for a kiss. I hugged her from behind with my hands on her breasts. I spent a few minutes hugging her, feeling her breasts and making her nipples stand up under her blouse. We kissed until her neck got stiff from being turned up too long. When we broke, she stepped up on a chair facing me. 

"Now we can kiss in comfort." Sharon and I continued for a few minutes.

"We only have a little time and my busy body daughter will be back. So let's go back to the bedroom and see if you are up to a little more fun".

I protested that I could not come again, my penis was sore, my testicles ached, and my penis had shrunk to the size of a cocktail wiener, I had come twice the night before and once already that morning. 

Her reply was "just leave it in my hands. If I can not make you cum again, at lease it will be fun to try. The slogan here is 'if at first you don't come, try and try again.' Besides, I can be gentle, and I love playing with a soft penis. It feels sensual in my hands. Hard penises are sexy, exciting and challenging. Soft penises are sensual, relaxing, gentle and loving. I don't feel pressured with a soft penis, I like gently playing with it, stroking it, sucking it, seeing if I can make it respond." 

She led me back to the bedroom and stood me up against the post of the bed. She tied me even more tightly than before, if that is possible. She rolled over her adjustable office chair and began sucking on me. In spite of the attention to my penis, it was still only partly hard. "I have a new plan for how to get you hard now. I may write a book titled, 101 uses for a condom. We should be up to page three by this evening. I have something that will be a real treat for you." 

Sharon went over to the toy drawer; the toy box had been unpacked while I was doing something else. I had wanted to unpack that box myself, I was curious about what else it contained. She came back with several bullet vibrators with wires leading to speed controllers. She slipped a rolled condom just barely on the end of my penis, and then slipped one of the bullets under the condom so that it was at the very end of the condom in the reservoir tip. Then she rolled the condom down a little and slipped another bullet vibrator under it, so that it was right over the ridge of my penis head, on the bottom where the skin attaches, a very sensitive point. Then she rolled it down a little more where she slipped another bullet under the condom. By the time she had rolled it all the way down there were four bullet vibrators under the condom. My penis looked like it had large tumors on it. Then she tied one more tightly up against my balls.

"I can turn these up, or turn them down, it's my choice. How much stimulation can you stand? The goal is to find the point at which you stay hard, but you can't climax, then all I have to do is leave the cock teasing to Duracell. Remember the pink bunny that goes on and on? So what do you think of my invention? Your penis seems to like it, its rising to the occasion." She began manipulating the controller.

My penis came alive; one vibrator was on the tip of my penis, one on the ridge of my penis head, two on the shaft, and one to buzz my balls. She started turning them fast and then slow. It took me from an incredible high to a slow, sensual feeling. She was right; she could play with me all day long at this rate, keeping me at whatever level of arousal she wanted. 

I found my penis getting hard, even against my will. "Sharon, I need to warn you that some day I am going to tie you down, and then I am going to torture you for hours and hours as well. Don't you believe in sharing play time? Your invention is great, they keep me aroused, without making me climax. I only hope your batteries go dead before you make my penis fall off from over use." My penis was hard again, although I knew it would not do it any good, I had come as much as I was going to for a while. I was pretty sure my testicles were empty. How my penis was keeping hard I had no idea.

"No need to worry about running the batteries low, I have a plug-in power supply that puts out even more power, I have not unpacked it yet. The wall outlet power puts these vibrators on steroids, I have to turn them down way low or they will break the condom, not to mention the penis that is in it. This is a time when the larger condoms with reservoir tips work better; they have more room to let the bullets fit in. When we finish unpacking I will show you toys you can't even imagine. During the years of marriage I tried to invent a new toy or a new method every week, a different way to make him ejaculate, just to keep my husband hard and the sex exciting for him. He was not a very sensual man; he could go weeks without getting hard if I did not work at it. If I worked on his penis and balls, I could make him come several times a week. I don't think I ever made him come three times in one day, but we are on the way to doing just that with you now. During the years I was alone, I spent time on the internet looking at all the different sex toys but I did not buy any because I had no way to test them. I think I will have to order a few now that I have a use for them. Still, nothing beats a hand or a mouth." She began kissing me from my thighs to my nipples, using her hands to turn the vibrators up and down. 

"Would you take off your clothes? You are a very sexy lady, and I want to see you. You keep playing with; I think I should get to work on you sometime. I need to bring you to a climax or two just so you know what it is all about. I think you would enjoy this even more if I could make you feel a climax of your own racking your body." I was trying to relax, but the vibrators kept rousing me back up. She was working the vibration up and down, seeing the result of each change in level. She found a middle speed that kept me hard, but did not bring me close to a climax and left it there for a long time. She used her hands and mouth on my lips, neck and nipples while she observed the devices at work. 

After quite a while I had to protest. "My penis is becoming numb from the constant vibration. It was already sore from being played with twice last night, once already today, and now this. The vibration is becoming too much. I think it would be all right for several hours if I were not already sore." I was becoming uncomfortable. 

"That is one of the problems with the vibrators, they work fine for the first hour, and it's been about one and one half hours so far. It's time to move on." She turned off the vibrators and began taking off the condom from my rapidly shrinking cock. 

"Its time to do some unpacking, hang some curtains before the neighbors see more than they should, we may want to play in the living room later. Now that I have you wound up again, I am going to tease you and then let you loose so you can relax for a while. I want to have a good time tonight and I am afraid if I try and bring you to a climax now, you will be too worn out to even try later. I like long slow evenings with lots of teasing, I want to bring you to the brink a dozen times before I let you come. Besides, we need to stop now, if my daughter drops by and we have not unpacked a thing in two days she is going to know something is up. She was playing with my testicles while teasing me before she released me. We spend the rest of the day unpacking and setting up furniture.

She would not let me put on anything but my boxer style swim suit, it let her play from time to time. She went bra and panty less so that I could return the favor. I made her go up the ladder to hand the drapes and pictures, then I played with her from a better vantage point. 

8) Friday early evening, the milk male:

Shortly after 6:00 she sent me to the bedroom for a quick shower. In moments I was tied tightly to the bed post. Then she left me. I heard the door into the garage open and close. She returned carrying a small pump attached to a clear hose. On the end of the hose was a device that looked like a penis pump only it had a rubber insert inside it. There were several control devices attached to the pump and in the line.

"I told you that my father had patented an improvement on the mechanical cow milking machine. I have made an improvement by turning it into a male milking machine. Cows have four teats but you only have one, so I took off three of the teat cups. Your penis is larger than a typical cow teat so I fabricated a larger cup to accommodate the male penis. Some day I may hook up two small teat cups and use them on your nipples or on your testicles, it might be fun. I have heard that men's nipples can become quite sensitive if they are played with regularly and playing with the balls makes a man come harder and ejaculate a greater volume. My love of making men cum started when I had to milk cows as a child. We had to milk them twice a day, so I think you probably need to get milked twice a day also, at a minimum. We would milk some of the cows by hand from time to time, which is where I developed my technique for milking males. A cow teat is soft, and using a pulling, squeezing, stroking motion on it produces milk. That is why I like to play with your penis when it is soft. I like to stroke the final drops out of it; I like to feel how soft it is when it relaxes. We could get several gallons from a cow each time; my goal is to get several ounces from you each time. I would not mind getting a gallon, or even a quart. But I will settle for what you can give me."

She had a bottle of lubricant, she applied it liberally to my penis and testicles, and then she lubed up the inside of the suction cup. "If we were on the farm we would be using Bag Balm on you, but this super lube works better. There are two lines running to the penis suction cup, one is a constant suction line, the second a pulsing suction line. The way a cow milking machine works is that there is a stainless steel outer case, and then inside it is a soft liner with two parts. The vacuum pump applies constant suction to the very end of the teat cup; this pulls the milk out and keeps the cup from falling off. At the same time, a cow's teat needs to be massaged in order to stimulate milk flow, the upper part of the cup has a pulsing vacuum on it, and it pulses on the teat around 60 pulses per minute to stroke the milk down from the base to the end of the tit, or penis, where the suction takes it to the milk container. For a male milking machine, the pulsing vacuum makes the whole device slide up and down on your penis as it also sucks from the sides. The penis slides part way out when it is released, and then the suction pulls it back in. The whole motion is a pulsing-sucking, squeezing and stroking motion, all at once, with a constant suction on the tip to keep the whole thing from falling off." She was sliding the single cup over my soft penis. "The hard part was building a larger teat cup, a cow's teat is about the size of your relaxed penis, and very soft. I had to build a larger cup and liner to accommodate an erect male. This one may be a little tight on you, it was built for my husbands measurements, and he was much smaller. A cow milking machine works by sucking on the tip and pulsing on the upper part of the teat. There would be a stainless steel container at your feet to hold the milk on a real milking machine and if you were a real cow. You don't give enough milk to be worth catching in a container, I have a small collector filter cup in the line so your cum does not clog up the pump. A milking machine has an adjustable pulse rate, the pulsing of the suction pulls the teat into the cup, pulls milk into the container, then releases the cow's teat so it can refill with milk from the cows udder, the next pulse strokes the milk down again. For a cow we would start with a 30, 40, 50 or 60 pulse rate, a young cow will be slower with less suction as the teats and udder will be tender. The pulsing suction will force you to climax and it will milk you dry, the pulsing suction is better and faster than any masturbation you will ever experience, the constant suction on the tip will make sure we extract all the cum you have. The controls allow me to set the amount of suction and the rate it pulses. I will start out slow and mild today to see what level you can take. If you ever refuse to cooperate I will turn the machine to fast pulse and full suction, set it to shut off only after it has collect three quarts, then I will go shopping for the day." 

I think she was smiling when she said that. I hope she was smiling!

"I will start out with a pulse rate of 30 per minute which should work you well but not allow you to climax right away. Remember, an extended tease is the goal with me, I want to make you squirm and enjoy for as long as I can. The more times I can bring you to the brink, the more you will enjoy it when you do climax, and the more I will enjoy watching you squirm. I have to be more careful about the amount of suction; this vacuum pump could probably do some real damage if it got turned up too high."

She started the pump and my penis began quivering inside the suction cup. The cup was large enough to allow my penis to swell inside, with a soft rubber seal around the base to keep a tight fit on me up against my body; there was a soft rubber liner inside which was sliding up and down on my penis while it also gripped and released it. It was snug enough to put some pressure on my penis, but loose enough to allow my penis to slide in and out as the vacuum pulsed. The vibration was over all of my genitals; it was stimulating every nerve on my penis, all at once. It was a high speed mouth on steroids. A mouth that could develop a huge amount of pressure, then relax it and instantly suck again. My penis was being yanked into the cup, then the pressure was relaxed and my penis slid out, then it was sucked up tight again, but at high speed, at the same time the vacuum was squeezing and releasing my whole penis. The cup would slid down, then slam back up, pulling my penis into it. I can only compare it to a high speed mouth with a hand where the tongue should be, so it could suck and squeeze.

I suddenly realize that I was moaning and making all kind of noise. I was pulling at my ties, trying to work my hips or any part of my body. I was struggling in vain which only made it more sensual to her. This is the first time I had made any noise. Sharon was watching me and trying to stifle a laugh. She was delighted to see me being tormented. I was going mad; my penis was being stimulated to a degree that I could not believe. She smiled, and then turned the machine slower.

"You are having too much fun, if this is going to last we need to go slower and use less pressure. If you think this is wild, wait until after you ejaculate and the machine continues on, it won't let you get soft and it won't slow down in massaging you. I will turn up the suction and the pulse rate as you come, and then take it even higher after you come. It will bring you to a high that you can not even imagine. Your cum will be sucked out of you until you are dry, it will feel like your balls are being pulled out through the tip of your penis, the machine does not stop just because you ejaculate, it keeps on sucking. But now, I don't want you coming too soon. I need to find the speed that keeps you on the brink but won't let you finish." She was enjoying my misery too much. "It does strip you of your pre-cum, you can see the pre-cum collecting in the collection cup. You certainly do produce a lot of it."

I was getting close, but she turned the machine down again. I was at a new level of arousal, but she would not let me finish. I wanted to climax, but I did not want it to end, I wanted it to go on forever, if I let myself climax it would be over, I was torn badly between letting it continue and trying to force a climax. I was slowly going nuts. My balls were twitching, wanting to release. My penis was ready, but she slowed the machine again. Each time I approached my peak she would turn the speed and suction down. If I was not close enough to my peak she would turn it back up. She has total control over me. With the soft rubber liner, the lubricant she used and the lack of force on my penis it would be a long time before I would get sore, there was a danger she could keep me there all day, not quite on my peak, but close enough to keep me going mad. It seemed like a day had gone by, but it was only 8:00. The machine had been working on my penis for almost two hours. 

"Cows will take 5 to 15 minutes to give up three to four quarts of milk, of course we use a lot more speed and suction on them. You will be lucky if I let you climax at all today. I think it will be best if I turn you off and let you recover for a while. I don't want you experiencing pre-mature ejaculation. Two hours is premature in my book." She turned the pump off. 

I was stunned, suddenly everything stopped. I was moments away from a mind blowing climax and she stopped.

"How can you do that? Please turn it back on!"

"I need to make sure you last a little longer. Its only 8:00, time to feed you supper. Then we can come back here and have some real fun. I want to keep you right at the brink of coming for many more hours." She was obviously taking delight in my discomfort. "Isn't this fun? Have you ever had as much stimulation in your life? Have you ever been as close and yet so far from climax for that long? Just think of how much fun it will be to start again later and experience it all over again. I just want to keep you horny so that you can enjoy it more and for longer." She was kissing me all over as she untied me. Teasing me and tantalizing me as she set me free. Not letting me free too fast, prolonging the moment and teasing me even as she released me.  

"I think this is cruel and unusual punishment and would be found guilty of being a cock tease in a court of law, so be careful. How can you get me that high and that close without letting me cum? You are right; being taken to the brink time and time again brings me to new highs, now that I am relaxing I can imagine how great it will be to start all over, but I am also crying because I want to cum so badly. I have never been aroused so much only to be left horny. You really know how to tease a man, or is it please a man? I bet that you had the happiest husband in the country. Did your cows smile when you milked them like I am smiling?" I was relieved to be untied, working the blood back into my arms and legs.

"The cows liked it as well, but not as much as you do. You need to stay nude, it is only going to be a short rest while I make us something to eat, then we can come back here and finish up. If you stay nude it will help you stay aroused, it will make the next time even more erotic."




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"You should be nude too, you keep me naked, but you keep getting dressed. Don't you know that 'turn-about is fair play?" When are you going to let me play with you? I don't know if I can bring you to as high of an orgasm as you can give to me, but I would love to try. Doesn't it sound like fun to try?" I asked her.

"I will let you play with me soon, I just have so many different ideas I need to try out on you. Remember that I have had 9 years of not being able to practice on a penis. So let me catch up on playing. I have been penis deprived. I have several new inventions that need testing and refinement. Just relax and enjoy." She was still stroking my body, running her hands up and down.

"For someone that is out of practice, you sure can keep me from cumming, even when I am trying to cum. How do you do that so well? Every time I feel that I am about to cum, you stop. Then when I start to relax my penis, you start playing again. Am I that easy to predict?"

"You don't have much of a poker face, you get a look of ecstasy on your face when you start getting close. I also watch your balls; I learned that male balls start up into the body when you are ready to come. So I watch them as well, when they start to tighten up I know its time to slow or stop for a few minutes." She was feeling my testicles while she was explaining.

"Now let's go find something to eat." She was leading me out of the bedroom. I tried to grab a bathrobe, but she took it out of my hands and hung it back up leaving me nude. "This is one of mine, it would not fit you, it would look like a t-shirt on you." 

"I am going to demand a rule; you can not wear more than I am allowed to wear. If I am nude, then you need to be nude also." I wanted to see her sexy body again.

She obliged by taking off the robe she had been wearing. "I had to put this on when I went into the garage. I don't mind having you look at me, but I did not want the neighbors staring. Maybe if I am naked it will help you recharge quicker."

She took my hand and turned around so that my hand was now over her shoulder; she placed my hand on her breast and held it there as we walked towards the kitchen. "Will you promise to stay here with me all weekend?" She asked as we walked down the hall.

"I would promise you just about anything, but you already know that. I certainly will promise to stay here all weekend. Why do you ask?"

"I just wanted to make sure you were all right with what I have been putting you through. I moved pretty fast, I do not want to scare you away. It's probably a little late to worry about that now, but I do want you to stay. I am having a lot of fun giving you a good time." She looked up at me with concern on her face. "You don't really want to go back to that dismal apartment of yours, do you? Think of how hard it would be to stay there alone after what we have enjoyed together."

"The last 24 hours have been incredible. I would not change it for the world. I did not want to ask if I could stay, but I would love to hang around as long as you will allow me to." I was relieved to find out that I was still welcome. "The thought of leaving had not entered my mind till just now, but it frightened me. I am sure glad that you are not going to throw me out." We were coming out of the hall way towards the kitchen and I could smell dinner cooking, she had started something earlier and she was right, it was time, the stove timer was buzzing away. 

9) Friday Evening, a late night

She sat me down at the kitchen table. It had a glass top, it did not provide very much concealment. "When we milk cows, we also feed them. There is a trough of grain or hay in the milking barn and the cow gets to eat while she is being milked, that's where we get contented cows. I wonder if we could sit you down at the table with the milk cup hooked up to milk you while you try and concentrate on eating? Could you eat without spilling food all over? It would be fun to watch you eat peas with a fork while the machine was sucking on your penis. I wonder if you could drink a glass of wine without spilling it? There are lots of things we can try, we just need some time, so relax and enjoy dinner." She was laughing at me as she served dinner.

We had strawberries for dessert. "Sex and cooking, what can get better? You are talented. Now what do I have to do before I can go to sleep?" It was 9:30 before we were done with the food, and had the kitchen cleaned up. Loading a dish washer with everything hanging out was a new experience. 

"I think I will tie you up again and surprise you with an assortment of feelings. Come on, its time to go to work."

She had me tightly tied to the post in just a few minutes. Then she went to the toy drawer. When she returned she had a sleep mask, she stood on tiptoes and slid it over my head. "I don't want you peeking and finding out what I am about to do, I want to surprise you and if you can see what is about to happen it won't be a surprise."

My penis was alone for a few minutes, what was she up to now? I felt her working my penis, rubbing it with oil or lubricant. Then I felt the milking cup being pushed on my penis. She turned the switch on and the cup yanked itself hard onto my penis and began pulsing hard. 

"I have it set to a slower pulse rate to make you last longer, but I have turned the suction power up so that it will be more erotic. I am going to make you want to cum so badly that you will be begging me to let you cum. It will be more like a strong hand slowly squeezing your shaft while the suction takes your pre-cum out of you and dries your balls out. The additional suction will make each pulse rack your whole body, but they will be slow enough that you have to wait for the next one. I can slow it down so that your penis can soften between pulls if you get too close. You won't get sore, there is lots of lubricant on you, and the smooth rubber inside the milk cup won't cause any friction. A cow's teat is really quite tender, and that is the mode we are set on now, very slow, powerful and sensual."

I was being driven mad, the milk cup had only been on for a few minutes and already I was feeling the slow throbs through my whole body. Each time the pulse sucked on my penis, my hips jerked and I took a sharp breath as the sensations shocked my body. It was like the ticking of a grandfather clock. It was shaking my whole body as the machine slowly pulsed. With one hand she was lightly licking and playing with my nipples, pulling them and stroking them between shocks. She was pulling on my balls with the other hand, rolling them in her hand, pulling on them, stroking them, teasing me to the absolute peak. She was pulling my testicles down, holding them tight, teasing them with her finger, and then releasing them. She was watching my response closely; when I was slipping farther away from a climax she would speed up the pulse rate of the machine. When I was getting closer and could begin feeling it in my balls she would suddenly turn it way down. 

"How long can you stand this before you begin begging? How long can I make you last after you begin begging before I finally let you cum? How high do you think I can make you go before I bring you down? I like this, it's like playing a fine musical instrument, I can hit high notes, I can hit low notes, I can play a simple melody, or I can do what I am doing now, play a whole symphony." She was obviously having fun teasing me beyond any limits. She pulled my head down and gave me a very long and lingering kiss on the lips. "I hope you are enjoying this, I want to make you cum harder and more than you have ever cum before. When I am ready to make you cum, I will turn the machine up so that you can cum with all the intensity possible, it will suck you dry, and then suck you some more. But not yet!" She laughed at me and went back to caressing my balls and tweaking my nipples. "It's only been one hour since I turned the machine on. I have a longer goal than that for you tonight." 

With that she left me for a moment. I discovered what she was doing; she turned the machine down even slower and turned the suction down as well. I was determined not to beg, I wanted to badly. Oh how badly I needed to cum. 

"For almost two hours you have been attached to the milking machine. Can you believe that you can be that close to a climax for that long? Now I have a decision to make. I wanted to let you go at midnight, I wanted to leave you hooked up for a full two and one half hours, I can either make you suffer another ½ hour before I let you climax, or I can make you cum sooner, but leave the machine milking you for a half hour after you cum. Which do you think would drive you mad, rather which one will drive you maddest, which one will drive you out of your mind?"

"Both will drive me mad. I haven't experienced either yet; all I know is that I need to ejaculate terribly badly. Let me ejaculate, make it a strong one, let me shoot as hard as I can. I have always wondered what it would be like to have my penis forced to be milked after I climax. It should be a wild feeling, but it will be a different feeling. It will probably be kind of a love/hate thing. If not stopping is the price I have to pay to climax, then let me climax."

"That is good thinking on your part, you convinced me to do both. I will keep you on the edge of a climax, I will work a little harder to keep you just on the edge for another half of an hour, and then I will let it keep sucking you dry for another half hour. We will find out how you will respond to being played with after you cum."

"Oh, what have I done?" I still could not get relief and now she was working the controls with one hand and my balls with her other hand, keeping me just short of the peak. She would take me to the point that I would begin tightening up, feeling the start of a climax, then she would stop the machine for a minute. She would start it up again, faster, to bring me back to the edge, then slow it even more so she could keep me close without letting me climax, then if I began enjoying it too much she would stop it again. 

"Let me cum, I need it badly, you are driving me mad, and I need it now." It seemed like eternity had already passed. "I am begging, make me cum, please!"

"Not quite yet, you will know when I decide to put you out of your misery." After several cycles of taking me close, then stopping the machine again, she stopped it for several minutes. She spent the time tugging on my balls; she was working them well, pulling them down so that I could not climax yet, stretching my ball sac. My penis was even starting to soften.

"With our milk cows we could watch the cows bag to see if her milk was ready and she was in need of milking. I want to make sure you are really ready, do your balls feel full?" She was pulling on them, holding each one in a hand.

"I am ready, I need it badly, let me cum this time, please!"

"Guess, will I let you come this time, or will I play some more?" She started the machine off slow again, teasing me some more. It was several more cycles before she suddenly turned it up to high suction and fast speed. She wrapped her fingers around under the base of my testicles and held on tightly, squeezing my testicles tightly right at the base of my body, pulling the sack tight, then she wrapped a soft rubber band around them, pulling it tight, holding my testicles tight, and protruding out from my body in their tight sack. 

It took only seconds and I was at my peak. I began to ejaculate, I twitched, and then twitched again, almost nothing came out. Her hands still had a tight grip around under my testicles, milking them while the rubber band kept the tension tight. I was climaxing, but only a little bit of cum came out. Again I came, but only a slight bit spurted out. I was having climaxes, they went on and on but I was only losing a tiny bit of cum with each eruption. I was in heaven; I think I climaxed twenty times. Then she suddenly let go with her hands and she must have released the rubber band at the same time. I erupted, it was explosive, and I felt my juice spurt again. I was having full climaxes; they went on and on as well. Then I was over. But the suction continued, the squeezing of the machine continued. The milk cup continued pulling my penis into it and then releasing it. My penis head was super sensitive, but the machine would not stop. I wanted out, but it would not let my penis out. There was no way I could even squirm, I could not move, I was tied tightly, I wanted to escape but I could not do anything to stop the intense massage of my penis. I was having dry ejaculations, I had no cream to shoot, but my penis was still being massaged at high speed. 

"That's enough; let me go, turn the machine off. I am done, I need to relax. Please, I have been sucked dry. Let me go, my penis is super sensitive." I was trying to squirm, trying to escape, but I was tied too tightly to even move, let a lone get away. I was trying to stop the over-stimulation of my penis, but it kept going on and on.

"This is where even more fun comes in, I call it 'come and come again'. I told you that you could have more than one climax, I proved that by holding your balls very tightly, that minimized the amount of cum you could lose with each spasm, letting you have ten or more climaxes instead of the five or six that you would normally have, many small eruptions instead of a couple huge eruptions, I clamped around the base of your balls with a small rubber band and held tight with my hands, that allowed a tiny bit to escape each time, so it was spread out for several minutes instead of just a couple of seconds. Now you are going to learn about a new threshold that is available to you, all you have to do is just let it happen. It's going to happen, whether you want it or not. There is nothing you can do about it, just enjoy and focus on the feelings. I am going to prove to you that after you climax there is a second threshold that you will learn to enjoy, a second chance to get hard and feel the same thing you felt before. It only comes when there is no pause or slow down after the initial climax, it keeps going and you end up having an entire second series of erection and enjoyment. After a few tries, you will even climax a second time, you may not ejaculate much, but you will have the full intense feelings. But the first few dozen times you will only get hard again and begin to feel the same intense feeling that brought you to the climax in the first place. It will take a few times before you have a full continuous climax that goes on and on." 

The machine continued to milk me, it was still set to high speed, and my penis was being worked beyond anything I had ever felt before. I tried to relax my penis but the suction would not allow it to shrink. My penis was staying hard against my will, and my penis was beginning to enjoy it again.

"I think you are right, I am staying hard and I am feeling some of the same sensual feelings I had before I came. It is part unpleasant, I want it to stop, but it is also part pleasant as my penis is still terribly sensitive. It is not quite as intense as the first time, but almost enjoyable just the same. It is still too intense, stop it and let me relax."

"Just enjoy, you will feel it stronger for a while, it will take quite a few more sessions before you can get to the point that the second plateau is as strong as the first one. It's a learned response. Just enjoy the massage you are getting. You only have another 15 minutes to go before I will turn you loose. When I first did this to my husband I chickened out and let him go before we got this far, but as we both learned about it, I kept him tied up longer and longer, he finally became multi-orgasmic. He enjoyed being played with when his penis was soft; he said it felt as if he had not climaxed yet. I could play with him for as long as I wanted after he came, he enjoyed it just as much as he did when we started. I could make him come for several minutes; he would ejaculate over and over again, even though nothing came out." 

She was playing with my balls, they were still trying to hide from her, she was trying to work them out where she could hold them easier. I was beginning to feel sexy again. It was feeling very pleasant now, I was responding a little. If she was right that it would get better after more repeat sessions, I would probably learn to like it, if I could stand it. The milk cup was trying to pull my testicles out through the end of my penis, the suction would not let my penis relax. I would have fallen down if I was not tied up. I was totally relaxed; my whole body was ready to collapse. But the pulsing and sucking on my penis continued. She was still chasing my balls, trying to get them in her hand, they kept trying to run away and hide inside. Then it stopped. She removed the milk cup from my penis, I felt her take the head of my penis in her mouth. She played with my softening penis for a few minutes as I relaxed, sucking on me and running her tongue over my penis head. My balls were relaxing as well; she had them in one hand, pulling them down. 

"That's enough; I just wanted you to have a warm and very personal welcome back from the world of wild mechanical sex. Did it work?"

"I have never felt anything even close to what I just experienced. It is beyond just sex, it is a world of its own. I will never be able to thank you for what I just experienced.

She began untying me, starting from my feet. "Be careful, you will probably collapse as soon as I finish untying you." She loosened my arms, pulled my blindfold up to my forehead and then took the loop from around my shoulders and under my arms. "Just turn around and lie on the bed, don't try and walk".

I tried to move and found that nothing worked. I just moved to the side and fell backwards onto the bed. As I took inventory of myself I realized my penis was throbbing, my balls were aching and my legs and arms felt numb from being tied for over three hours. I tried to move my legs; they did not want to respond. My arms worked, but only slowly.

"Do I have to move or can you just throw a blanket over me? I feel totally spent." 

"Just relax, you need to recover. That was a long session, but it was sure fun to watch you struggle to escape and then ejaculate so strongly. I am always amazed that I can control a man and drive him to such peaks. I hope you enjoyed it as well." She lay down beside me, wrapped her arms and legs over me and kissed me repeatedly. 

That is the last thing I remember until morning.

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I will have to stop writing for a few weeks, I am pretty busy in the evenings. Let me know if you enjoy this, vote on my writing, if you like it I will tell you some more of her story. Like how we modified the milking machine to suck on Sharon's clit and nipples, then added a vibrator to drive her mad. We made a sex toy powered with a small hand held kitchen mixer. The best is yet to come!