Friday Night Part 2

She stood in disbelief. It's mere presence making her go weak at the knees. "What do you think honey?" he said in an inquisitive tone. She could tell what it was but her brain was still registering it. "You've really done it this time!" she followed. With it stood before her, her eyes slowly scanned the length of the chrome pole leading from the black box it was attached to. As she reached the tip her eyes fixed on the rather large dildo attached to the end. "Oh My God!" she squealed, "Just looking at it is turning me on". With that he twisted the knob on the remote control, bringing the machine to life.
Back and forward it thrust, penetrating the air in a stabbing motion. "Baby, it's a fuck machine."
She felt a twinge in her already moistening crotch which filled her with excitement. "And that?" In front of the machine lay a steel framed device. It was a device that required her to be on all fours, with a leather cuff to secure each arm and leg in place. "Let me show you dear" was his response. As she positioned herself on her hands and knees on top of this device, he began fastening each cuff one by one. Once her neck rested at the top of the steel rod beneath it, he placed a leather collar around her neck and locked it in place with a padlock through the two steel rings, forcing her to maintain her posture and position. She was now completely immobilised.
As she struggled and tested her restraints, it confirmed there was no escape.
She tingled with excitement and nerves, mixed emotions flooding through her mind. She knew she was completely safe and was guaranteed to have fun but human nature was fighting to try and regain some sort of control over the situation. She couldn't move her head to look around, so instead her eyes scanned everything in their viewpoint. She noticed a bottle of lubricant and four dildos to the right of her on the darkly stained floorboards. They ranged in size and girth and she was very familiar with them, having been no stranger to the pleasures they have given her over many nights before. She noticed a ball gag on the floor beneath her chin. Again she was very familiar with the black and red leather contraption, designed to quieten her whimpers and cries. This was another method he used to strip control away from her which gave her a real rush. She could hear him fiddling around behind her then walk past and leave the room. She instinctively tried to follow the noise of the creaking floorboards, to no avail. This feeling of helplessness and vulnerability sent a wave of pleasure through her, as she felt herself become even more aroused, dripping her juices on to the floor. As he re-entered the room he stroked her lightly from the top of her spine to the bottom of her bum, running his finger over her anus and under to feel her wetness. she struggled with the sensation but it was hopeless. She looked forward and found he had placed the huge mirror from the dressing room against the wall in front of her. The angle in which it leant caught the mirror behind her and the machine, allowing her to see her curvaceous bottom and everything she was about to endure. She knew just how meticulous his planning had been, and the attention to detail he never misses. With the lights dimmed and the many candles scattered around the room, it was an amazing scene.