Marcy's Appliances
Date: 13.09.2008Keywords: Marcy's, Appliances,
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Hey all, Marcy again. You know, "The Squirter." Hah, one of the few, the proud.... the squirters! Well, I just recently experienced, "the greatest sex event of my entire life," (thus far) - and I finally found time to hack it out on this here beige beast.... the Dell from hell, the not so bored at the keyboard, hunt and pecker's, delight of delights.... my lap-top!
Of course you wouldn't know it but Paul (he's my husband, my babe) and I have cum (oh, excuse me) - come - a long way in our relationship. At least from my view point anyway. We just celebrated our 5th anniversary. Hurray! Yep, it's hard to believe but we're as happy as ever, even thinking of having children! Heavens forbid! My titties hurt just thinking about it.
But hey, let's not talk kids here - this is about my, or I should say "our," anniversary present. Some time ago Paul and I'd been talking, as we usually do, about what else? Sex! (That's with a capitol "S" and that rhymes with next and that's what I want and lot's of it - next guy in line...please! Next partner, next sexual experience.... Please, fill me up!) So anyway, (I got carried away there) - we were thinking, we're very creative you know - we were thinking about "torture." No, not unpleasant torture, not the pain that is associated with most torture - but "pleasant torture," - fun torture, erotic torture.... yes you got it, "sexual torture." Yeah, "that's it," (Bing!) we thought together, sexual torture! Sexual saturation! We wondered, hmmm? Is this even possible? Would... could a person go insane? Where and how could this be achieved or tested? Just like tickling someone until they actually hurt, could sexual torture have a negative effect? We weren't sure. For days we went wild thinking about this concept and discussing it. Devious minds do think alike.
Well, after a while we both came up with the same idea at once.
I would be the guinea pig. (Of course!) Sexual torture/saturation - for me and.... excruciating pleasure for Paul too, in that he would be observing and directing this event. But how? How to set it up? How to implement it? Who would the torturers be? How would we bring this "special sexual event" off - so I could be "taken unawares?" In other words, how could we do this so I could partake in the reality of the situation, in an entirely spontaneous way, in order to prevent this particular sexual episode from eroding into some kind of a pre-planned thing, a non-event, or a non-test? Did you all follow that? I hope so. I tell you, at the thought of this whole thing, my stomach flipped, my toes curled, my chest got hot and I just about frigging died. We finally decided, that I was only to know.... that "this would" take place.... sometime in the near future. But I wouldn't know anything about the details. I'd be clueless as to when, where and how.
I should explain here that I - and Paul too - are not and have never been into S&M. And "that's not," what we were going for here. No real pain, at least not serious pain. Not for us. Sexual pleasure was to be the key - and... it was to be unlimited, never ending, sexual pleasure - yes, it would be under restraint for sure, that in order to provide for total submission.... this was our goal. Sexual pleasure - sexual torture. If you could even call it that. Oh hell, I don't know what to call it. But we were going for it. And I was looking forward to it.
Well, I knew this much - we.... or I should say Paul, didn't really have a clue as to how to make all this happen. Until -
Paul, ever the industrious one - rented a video, a Dutch Bondage tape - down in the Village on Bleeker street. This video was produced by a club (yeah, a club that's a business too) it's located right in the Hague, in the infamous red-light district. This particular bondage club had a full video advertisement included on the tape. It showed photos of all the torture rooms and wild, sexy play things. And.... it also included the address and phone number of the club. So, "let your fingers do the walking," right? Paul called for general info and in particular, info on any possible contacts back here in the states. As you might imagine, there was a bit of a language problem but the folks at the club spoke fairly good English and adequate communications were quickly established. They were a bit reluctant to give us any names of folks here in the states, you know, tricky situation. Then Paul mentioned fees - and things changed a bit. The communications really flowed then. Money talks. Paul went into the den for some privacy. Remember, the plan was for me to "not know," the details. Ah well.... ignorance is bliss and in this unique case, it was supposed be extremely blissful.
So, I was on pins and needles when, an entire hour later, Paul emerged from the den, a huge grin on his face, a bulge in his pants (and a whopping phone bill no doubt) as he proclaimed, "baby, all you need to know is that everything's set." Wow! I got horny immediately and tried my own form of torture - on him.... trying to get Paul to tell me some of the details. He wouldn't of course but I did eventually take care of his bulge. And with that - our lives went on. Business as usual.
Weeks went by -
It was a Thursday evening. Paul was working late and told me not to expect him until after 10pm. I worked sort of late, until 6 or so. I grabbed the subway up the East Side and headed for Citterella, a most fabulous, and a bit exclusive grocery store on 3rd Avenue. I picked up some fresh veggies and an odorless piece of flounder and headed for our apartment over on 2nd. I checked the mail. I rode up the elevator - 31st floor. I left the elevator, heading down the south corridor to our apartment. And that's when things went black - or maybe I should say blank. I tell you - I don't remember a thing. All I know now is that I remember everything up to that very point, walking toward our apartment door - and also that - I evidently, never had any dinner. So much for my nice hunk of flounder.
The next thing I remember - was strange. The only thing I can explain here is that I was obviously groggy. I was coming out, and going back into of an unconscious state of mind. In and out. Floating. Not at all unpleasant, just buzzy, feeling good, feeling loose and very, very relaxed. The strange thing though was the darkness. Not pitch black, but very dark, almost completely black but slightly gray. I knew I was blinking my eyes, I could feel that - and that they were open for instance, but I didn't know if I was focussing on anything. Hell, there was nothing to focus on. It was dark all around. It's then I began to realize what this was - not some sort of a groggy dream - but my sexual saturation. Torture. It was about to begin. I'd like to tell you that a thrill of anticipation bolted through my body and blasted my groin to utter sexual wetness - but no - I was way too out of it for that - yet.
As I gained some sort of control of my senses, I attempted to move my body. I was definitely on my back, resting on something soft yet firm. I could move a bit here and there - my fingers, my wrists, my ankles and I could turn my head from side to side. I could even lift my nice, near perfect ass off "the soft thing," - a bed (?) I guessed - that I was laying face up on, but my movement was restricted - a lot.
I figured out that I was anchored, tied, bound, whatever - at my elbows and wrists, my thighs, my ankles and my neck. And I could only move my head from side to side a little bit. Then I noticed that I had a tube in my mouth - a breathing tube of sorts - a snorkel is what I thought of first. Even though I was breathing through my nostrils, I had this pacifier-like "thing," in my mouth - but I could breath easily and it was relatively comfortable. I did get a little scared when I realized that I really couldn't talk - and therefore couldn't scream. Hmmm? What the hell was I in for?
Up until this point I'd been so pleasantly out of it that I really hadn't fully realized that I'd been drugged. It just didn't occur to me. Then, I figure as I gained higher levels of consciousness, it hit me - hey, I've been drugged! At that point, even though still reeling within my head, I began to strive for control, to strive for consciousness. That's when the first - I don't know what to call it - the first blast, the first flash of stimuli hit me. Well I should say I saw it - oh, and I heard it too. But only for an instant. What the fuck was it!?! Well, above me, somehow - floating up there, was the image of a woman and a bunch of men, all beautifully naked and having wild sex. It happened so fast that I wasn't even sure I saw anything - I blinked my eyes. And like I said I thought I heard it too. That's when I realized that I had headphones on. I guess they were pretty comfortable because in my drugged state I hadn't noticed them before. Then - again! Only for a few milliseconds or so - the flash, the picture of the single woman and the many men, having sex - groans of pleasure in my ears. The audible part, the noises of group sex, seemed to linger in my ears longer than the image hovered above in my sight. The sounds would eventually die down until I heard nothing and was left in near total darkness, and silence once again. This repeated itself for I don't know how long. Like I've indicated, I was still a bit buzzed. But the beginnings of sexual feelings began to build within me. I wasn't hurting let me tell you.
Oh yeah - smell! I could smell. Incense(?) or something much like it.
And with that aromatic excuse, I'll take this opportunity to tell you something I didn't know at the time. Something I could'nt've known, until Paul told me - the next day following this wild experience of a lifetime. Remember, I'd figured I was drugged - well here's the cocktail - the sex cocktail that is. I learned that I had initially been rendered unconscious with Phenobarbital, just enough to make me pass out and stay out cold for as long as it took for them (but who?) to strip me and rig me up like they did.
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