Rose set up the machine carefully and slowly. She was very nervous and that always made her rather accident prone. She did not want to have any accidents with the machine or in front of Alex. She sat on the floor in front of the machine, tightening a few last nuts and bolts, before heaving a huge sigh. The idea had seemed arousing through text. She had bought this machine after saving for almost a year. She had to have one, having become highly aroused at the idea of a mindless machine fucking her hard. There was something about the cold, heartless nature of the machine that really interested her. To her surprise the fantasy fell flat once she finally bought her own. The first time she chalked it up to awkwardness as she knelt on the bed with the long cock thrusting into her. By the second encounter she realized it just wasn't as much fun as she expected.
Rose was twenty two years old, a career girl who did not have much time for relationships. She spent her evenings alone at home and her days working in a high end lawyer's office. She had no real title, most of the people working there had no idea who she was, but she hoped that working hard would land her a future position with a higher pay and more attention. For now, her evenings were spent online browsing websites, talking to other people online, and pursuing social media. The closest thing she had to a date was Alex. He was a Dom that she had met online years ago when a bestselling book had caused women everywhere to learn more about the BDSM lifestyle.
With her life as busy as it was, Rose had little real interest in giving up control or submitting to the whims of men who believed they deserved her submission. Actually, she had come to enjoy making such men annoyed with endless teasing and taunting. Even that had not lasted long though and she drifted away from the scene. The only thing she took from those explorations was a very fun, and very arousing friendship with Alex. He had agreed with her assessment that the lifestyle was not for her and never pushed. Any attempts to annoy or tease him had been shut down firmly and with no hesitation. She had been unable to force him to lose, to make him play her game and she respected him for that. Instead she found that over time she began to play his game. She wasn't sure when she had begun submitting to him, it had been gradual. All she knew was that his voice made her ache and she found it harder and harder to say no to him.
When Alex heard about the machine he had been delighted, and then disappointed.
"Why do you think it doesn't work?" He asked, "Why isn't the fantasy all that you thought?"
"I don't know" she said, "I really thought it would."
"Well, what part of the fantasy turned you on?" His voice was musing and he listened carefully as she described the fantasy. Though she had been careful not to use certain words or phrases, he caught on quickly. It was the idea that the machine was cold, heartless, and unable to be swayed by begging, pleading, or crying. The only thing that could stop it was the remote and that was really very arousing.
"Yea," He said, "but if you can just reach out and turn it down or off then it loses its charm."
"I guess so." She sighed, not yet realizing that she was in danger.
"Perhaps it would be more fun if someone else was controlling the remote." He suggested. She perked up, yes that would be more fun. It was not long before she found herself agreeing to give him control of the remote. Of course, since he lived so far away she would have to do the work.
"But it will be my hand turning the remote on, or up, or off." He had whispered while she sat with her thighs pressed tightly together. "You will not do it unless I tell you to." His voice washed over her and her pussy throbbed with need. She was too horned up to realize how much she was agreeing to. At the end of the conversation she had agreed to set the machine up and have several materials ready for Saturday morning. He would call her on a video chat and give her exact directions and she would do her best to obey them.
"Not that I need to be dominated" she said to herself as jumped into the shower, "just because if I don't obey right away then I can't pretend it's his hands and his cock." She spent a long time in the shower, making sure to groom herself well. She was not sure how he had gotten her to agree to the video chat but she wanted to make sure she looked her best. She watched the soapy water run down her breasts and over her nipples. Soon they would be tortured for his amusement. That was something else about Alex. He wasn't cruel, but he had a very sadistic streak in him. She had sworn off any real pain play, but he knew how to make her suffer in other ways.
She had just finished drying off and had wrapped the towel around her breasts when the phone rang. She looked, Alex's face showed on the screen. With a deep breath she connected.
"Hi," she said hesitantly.
"Hello girl." Alex answered. He was fully dressed, his light brown hair brushed back and his deep blue eyes peered at her. She found herself surprised that he was not wearing less clothing. She found the idea of him watching her masturbate nerve racking. The idea that he was fully dressed and did not seem effected by her own state of undress made it worse. She realized her hand was shaking and she carefully held the phone with both hands.
"Let me see what you have." He said and she dutifully showed him the machine and her toys laid out on the bedside table. He had her turn the machine on so he could see the thrust depth and then directed her how to extend it. She watched in morbid fascination as the machine added two more inches of thrust per stroke. He had her turn it from number to number, watching the speed as it thrust into space. It went from a very slow, barely moving level one to a jack rabbit, fire starting level fifteen. Next he had her handle each toy that she had laid out on the table. The thick dildo, the skinny vibes, the small pocket bullet, the shiny almost new butt plugs. Her face was hot and flushed as she lifted each up and described it to him in detail.
"Here are the rules." He said, finally allowing her to put the toys down. "First and foremost, you have a safe word."
"Yes, blackboard." She agreed, they always used the same word.
"Unless you want to use your safe word you are to consider yourself fully bound and unable to do anything more than what you are told." She hated how calm he sounded even as she shifted to press her thighs together. "In order for you to know what it is to be helpless and at the mercy of a cold machine you must obey right away. Those are not your hands, they are mine." She nodded shyly.
"Tell me girl, whose hands are those?" He snapped, she answered quickly.
"Your hands!"
"Good girl. Now drop that towel." She stood up, carefully set the phone on the desk near the bed, and let the towel fall. She made a few adjustments to the phone so he could see the whole room, and then knelt obediently by the machine.
"Turn the machine on slow and let it get to the deepest part of the thrust, then turn it off." He said. She did that. Under his guidance she used the ties from her robes to loop around the base of the bed and left the ends dangling off the end.
"Run your hands along your tits." He murmured, she rejoiced at the slightly husky sound even as she followed his directions. "Tell me slut," she winced at the word "does that feel good."
"Yes sir." She agreed as she pinched the tip of one perky tit.
"No." He sounded angry. "tell me that it feels good slut." This time there was more emphasis on the word and she dropped her eyes. Her face was flaming, she hated that word, but she felt her pussy growing wet anyway.
"It feels good sir."
"What does?"
"Playing with my tits feels good sir." She bit down on her bottom lip.
"Who does it feel good for?"
