My daughter bought it for my birthday. Alexa, at the time I thought what the bloody hell am I going to do with this? "Thank you, Darling," I said, but she could tell I was a bit underwhelmed.
"You can use it to play music, turn the lights on and off, turn the telly on." I did my best. Smiled a lot. Said things like, "oh I didn't know it could do that." I was thinking my music is on vinyl, I only use my telly to watch sports, and I pretty much turn lights on and off as I enter and leave rooms.
My grandson, Tom, who had come with his mum for a visit said, "Happy Birthday for last week Grandad I bought you this. It's a 5-terabyte storage unit. I can help you put all your music on it then you don't have to hide it all when my cousins come round. Tom was a good lad, his cousins and my stepdaughter's kids were a pain in the arse. Nearly as big a pain in the arse as my stepdaughter but that's another story.
Tom treasured my vinyl collection as much as I did. He loved old-time Rock n Roll, and 60's 70's and 80's rock as much as I did. So we put on Floyd's Ummagumma. It took three-quarters of an hour to record the MP3. "Well that's plan A shit out", said Tom. "Leave it with me Pops, when I get back to uni I'll be able to scrounge most of the stuff you have already on MP3."
About 3 weeks later he sent me the Storage unit through the post with instructions to phone him. He'd done the setup stuff for Alexa and something called Plex when he was here with his mum. He'd set up the hub and showed me how to connect plugs, light switches etc. It all took a bit of getting used to and I got the wrong stuff more often than I got it right first attempt but I got there in the end.
Chapter 2
Since my missus, Anna had died and I moved here to my new place in Mid Wales I had pretty much been on my own. Anna and I had a lot of fun together in the bedroom and had fooled around with just about every deviation known to man, well this man at least. We both liked a bit of sub/Dom play, though we both tended towards submission we could both Dom it up a bit for each other's benefit.
My thing was being bound, firstly over the foot-board of our bed, then later, on a frame I made. That frame still resides in my spare room. Over quite a long period it was used by the pair of us. We both received our fair share of spankings, paddlings or light whipping on it.
My favourite bit was after she had reddened my bum. Anna would sit in the built-in chair and use a crop to encourage me to eat her lovely shaved pussy. To be honest, I didn't need too much encouragement.
Positions could be reversed with me spanking or paddling her bum and then forcing her to give me a blow job. Again the term force is a bit overused here. We tinkered with chastity I made full belts for both of us. We both loved being locked up but neither of us liked locking the other one up much. Eventually, they both ended up pushed behind the hot water cylinder.
It was a shame that. I didn't get to experience orgasm control and denial. I would have liked to try that, I made a really good job on both of them. I'm a millwright by trade and have a fully equipped workshop above my garage.
I love precision work, one of my hobbies these days is buying and repairing old clocks and watches. Shh, don't tell the tax man, I make a little bit of cash on the side. I make sex toys as well, tiny nipple clamps, cock tubes and the like. Sadly they don't get used.
We tried a bit of body piercing. I got a reverse PA piercing. Eventually, I stretched the hole to accept a 12 gauge ring with a screw-on ball closure. After Anna died and I was feeling sorry for myself I got pissed one night and put a dab of Loctite red on the screw thread. I did the same with my nipple piercings. If I were to get two pairs of vice grips I could undoubtedly shear the thread but they are as permanent as you can get in real life.
I made a pillory it was a heavy oak plank, 3ft long with three holes cut with hole saws. I cut it down the centreline, hinged on one end and fixed a hasp and staple at the other. Later I made an arrangement where I could fix it to the end of a spanking bench I made. The pillory was just for her, she loved it it was easily her favourite bit of kit. I would force her into it, then pinch a nip until she opened her mouth and pop in a spider ring gag.
Then she had no option but to give me a blow job, she usually came for the first time when we did this as I was "forcing" the ring gag in. Three or four orgasms were not uncommon for her when we played this game. Another favourite of hers was pretending I was attacking her. She would fix her hair in two pigtails centred just over her ears. That was a signal, when she did this I would rip off her clothes.
She would buy old tat from one of our high street charity shops just for this. When we played this game she usually ended up over a kitchen chair with her bum in the air while I violated one of her fun holes. Usually the brown one, she liked it up-the-wrongun. Even more when she could pretend she was being Rogered against her will.
It's been 5 years, I still miss her, I miss the sex as well. I tried a call girl and she was very nice and tried her best, I didn't bother her again.
About three months after Tom and I got the Alexa thing working I was messing about with putting the wee blue gizmo in some of my light sockets. I like to fish and sometimes stay away from home for three or four nights sessions. So I wanted stuff to switch on and off and make it look as though someone is at home.
I'd found a random timer that I could trigger with the Alexa, I was going to try to figure out if I could make it start if someone pressed the doorbell. I was thinking something like the vacuum cleaner but after a bit of deeper thought and I realised it would make no sense to do that.
When Anna was alive I had played around with making a wanking machine using a milking machine I had bought on the spur of the moment at an auction. I'd gone to buy a clock but got outbid
When I had it finished It worked pretty well, it had the fundamental flaw that Anna got as much out of making me cum as I did cumming so it ended up unused in a box in the garage. I was moving stuff around in my garage/workshop trying to make more room. Sadly if you take a big lump from one side of a workshop and put it on the other side it's still a big lump. So I resolved to do a scrapyard run and dump some of my junkier junk.
As I was filling up my trailer I found a pair of very powerful electromagnets. I may just get a bob or two on the bay of evil I thought to myself. Half an hour later with very little in the trailer, I came across the vacuum recovery vessel for the milking unit. Then the teat sleeve thingies.
That rekindled an idea. How about a bit of self-bound masturbation? I just couldn't figure out how to configure a sensor to turn it off after I had cum. Even so, the idea seemed worth the trouble If it didn't work id usually have a bright idea when I got into the project.
At another auction, I found an old gynaecologist's examination chair. It looked a bit tatty but I figured I could clean it up and maybe fix up. I got it for a fiver, no one else bid. When I got it home it proved very easy to tart up. What I thought were splits in the leather were just marks. A tin of black leather dye took care of them.
Using some of the 100 eye bolts I had bought for a previous project anchor points were soon fixed to the frame. I raided our now much-neglected toy box for arm, thigh, knee, and ankle cuffs and two very strong leather belts with double-pin roller buckles. I had bought these in another auction from a hospital shutdown clearance. They were brown but the black leather dye came in useful again.
The most difficult part was welding two thick steel pads to the armrests. Not difficult at all. When these were in place I put the two electromagnets on them, energised them then using both hands on one magnet I could not pull them free. I had no chance of breaking free from them using one arm from the awkward position I would be held in.
Thought the vacuum would pull the milking tube down my cock then when the shuttle switch of the vacuum turned over and neutralised the pressure the bungie would pull it back up. It worked before, it worked again.
I gave the vacuum pump a service. It didn't need it it was almost unused I tried it out on a dildo from our toy box and it appeared to work flawlessly.