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4/18/2022 8:57 pm

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10 Kim and The Box

When Kim got home, she hurried to the truck of the car. She was surprised at the weight of the box. Mistress Inga had effortlessly put it in Kim’s car, yet Kim’s struggled to lift it out and carry it into the house.
Kim carefully place the box down in the living room. Hurried to shut the door and pull the blinds. She didn’t know what was in the big white box, but she knew she didn’t want anyone peeking in and seeing it.
She tore the tape off the top and excitedly, opened the flaps. Inside she found what looked like an exercise bike, but with a few subtle, but obvious differences. There were no handle bars to hold onto. A think phallus protruded from the seat about 6 inches. The seat rested on a large spring coil, inside the coil more of the phallus could be seen attached to an upright pipe. That pipe fit onto another pipe that rested on a plate over a spring coil. The pedal wheel, HAD no peddles. Instead of peddles there were stationary “D” rings parallel to each other on either side. The chain on the fly wheel ran back to and Engine housing beneath another up right pipe behind the seat that was topped by a steel ring welded to the top of the pipe. sturdy legs held the contraption a foot of the floor. It was fully assemble and ready to use. Kim glance through the instruction manual, but it was all mostly obvious.
Already, Kim had a plan and rushed to the kitchen to fill the pitcher and freeze the keys. She yearned to use it right away, but knew in her soul, that without the keys being frozen it wouldn’t be worth the trouble. And Mistress Inga might be disappointed in her lack of patience.
“You have to wait until morning.” Kim whispered to herself.
Kim had trouble getting to sleep tonight. Her time at the shop, though relatively short was tense and took its toll on her, she fell right to sleep and spent a night without dreams, at least none she could recall in the morning. The sun shining through her bedroom window woke her early. Never looking at the clock she rushed down stairs to the kitchen naked. She found the Keys frozen at the bottom of the pitcher. Impatiently, she went to the living room and dragged the new toy into the kitchen. She took the frozen pitcher out and grabbed its empty twin. She climbed the stool and arranged the pitchers and nipple clips the same way she had the last time.
The machine had come with 2 ankle cuffs. The rings on these cuffs were smaller than on her own and was welded to a steel base inside the 2 ply leather. With moisture already seeping from her labia, she fastened the ankle cuffs on herself tightly. The rings on the inside of her ankle. Kim took the handcuffs, still tied to a rope. She threaded the rope through the ring behind the seat of the machine and tied it off to the same as before. She slid the contraption over the tiles where the Stool had been last time, the engine mount against the cabinet under the sink. She plugged the power cord extending from the engine housing into the outlet far down the counter away from the sink, thankful for the long cord. The ball gag and harness were next. Placing the dreadful rubber ball in her mouth, she remembered Mistress Inga offering to gag her with a penis gag and wished she had instead of the awful tasting rubber ball gag. Padlocking the harness and gag, she looked at the frosting container. “I should have waited to hang that until the cuffs and gag were on.” Thought Kim
It was now time to mount the seat and phallus. Kim wondered not if she could handle the 6 inches showing, but the 3 inch thickness of the dildo. She straddled the contraption in front of the seat and put her feet onto a thin ledge in front of the fly wheel. Leaning back, Kim felt the phallus nudge her buttocks. She opened her thighs and felt her sex, already knowing the wetness was there. Reaching further between her legs, she took hold of the phallus and guided the past her labia.
With an inch or 2 she felt incredibly stretched wide by the thickness. Kim was already gasping in excitement behind the gag. Slowly she sat further onto the phallus, shifting her weight as her butt cheeks touched the thin seat, her inner thighs just grazing the edge of the seat. As her weight shifted to the seat, Kim was shocked when the seat SUNK as the spring was depressed allowing another half inch more than the original 6 inches of the phallus into her sex. Kim groan, her sex stretched further than she’d ever been, even though the 6 and a half inches paled in comparison to the 9 inch vibrator, she’d been impaled on last. Excitement boiled inside her loins.
With great effort, Kim moved the rings on the ankle cuffs against the in clasps of the rings on the fly wheel, until the rings locked into place. Kim knew the rings wouldn’t slip out. The clasps were at the high point of the fly wheel. And Kim stood comfortably over the seat, her bottom resting on the seat supporting her. Kim’s legs were stretch taut, but not painfully. Looking down, Kim realized as the fly wheel turned her ankles would be pulled down. Her legs would follow, then of course her hips and the phallus would be sent the rest of the way inside her. “This could hurt!” she thought with trepidation, She hoped it would also excite her.
She could already feel her sex tingling, as she arched her back, jutting out her breast grabbing the nipple clips and then attaching them to her nipples. The bite of the steel clips on her still tender nipples sent tremors through her body. She reached behind her for the handcuffs, she wouldn’t us the leather ankle cuffs today. She was clumsy with haste as she locked her left wrist in the cuff, tightening the ratchet until the cuff bit into her wrists. She reached back to the sink rim for the remote control to the apparatus, took a deep breath and turned the machine on. Quickly before the fly wheel started turning, she tossed the remote down the counter out of reach, then closed the steel cuff on her right wrist as tightly as the left. The engine took a few seconds to spring to life, then the fly wheel began turning, pulling Kim down the length of the phallus. When the rings on the fly wheel reached the 9 o clock position the head of a soft silicon finger covered with , soft tentacles popped out of the seat, attached to the phallus. The finger slid through her labia and Kim inhale sharply through her nose as she looked down at to see what had caused the exquisite sensation. When the rings on the fly wheel reach 6 o clock, the very bottom. The phallus was buried more than 9 inches deep, and the finger brushed over Kim’s clitoris. She threw her head back and pulled at the handcuffs as stars exploded behind her closed eye lids. Just half way through the full rotation of the fly wheel orgasm broke in waves over Kim’s body. Her toes curled, as the fly wheel continued, now upward came the ankle rings. The soft finger began a descent across Kim’s clitoris and through her labia. Her eyes rolled in their sockets. She tried to scream out her ecstasy with muted whimpers emerging from behind her gag. By the time the rings on the wheel hit 3 o clock the finger was drawing new tremors from Kim’s sex. Her legs shook, her thighs quaked, her wrists pulled painfully against the steel encasing them.
Seconds later the rings were back at the top of the wheel, the soft tormenting finger was gone, the phallus was 6 inches deep within her. Her nipples still ached and she realized with shock and fear that when the empty pitcher began to fill, not would the weight of the water pull at her nipples and raise them, but her descent on the seat would pull at the filling pitcher, yanking at her aching nipples. She groaned at the thought as her body was again being pulled lower. She fought at the handcuffs, yanked her ankles against the fly wheel rings trying to get free, knowing it was hopeless, but still trying on instinct. She wanted the “ride” to stop desperately, as her ankles reached the quarter mark on the wheel and the finger reappeared. She groaned deep in her throat as the phallus once again pushed deep, spreading her depths wide. Kim look to the counter and saw how far away the remote was. The soft tickling finger reached her clitoris again causing Kim’s belly to tremble uncontrollably. The stimulation on her clit was relentless as she started back the phallus and the finger dragged down her clit and labia. Kim thrashed her head and climaxed again feeling both ecstasy and agony.
Air whistled through her nostrils as she worked to get air to her lungs, control her own breathing. Kim tense her body for the coming assault on her sex by the fiendishly clever finger. But by the time Kim was totally impaled again and the finger had slid along her clitoris once more, she was screaming into her gag even harder than before. she went again, her toes curled so tightly they hurt. Her fists were clinched, her nails biting into her palm. Her eyes were clinched shut, a fireworks display bursting like the fourth of July behind her lids. Her belly continued to flutter involuntarily with the incredible and excruciating pleasure/pain.
She barely heard the first drop of melting ice. And a tear fell from her eye at the thought of how long this would go on.
Time passed agonizingly slow. Kim had no idea how long she had been riding the fiendish contraption. Dark clouds had moved into the area and together with the closed shades darkened the kitchen. She could see outlines of the 2 pitchers in the shadows above the sink. Mini orgasms, each time the tickling finger slid and down between her labia and over her clitoris, causing her to shudder uncontrollably. Her vaginal muscles contracted tightly around the phallus. Kim couldn’t relax the muscles around her sex. The phallus seem even longer and wider than it actually was.
The dripping ice water constantly flowed into the once empty, but now filling pitcher. Kim’s nipples were red from strain as they were tugged higher and higher by the pitcher, then had to bear the weight of the pitcher and pull at it when Kim’s body descended on the seat at an excruciating pace. Her nipples felt like were going to be torn from her breasts. Her breasts felt like they were going to be torn from her body.
Kim’s head could do nothing but hang back over her shoulders, her long hair sweeping over her steel cuffed wrists and hands. But the position gave the easing of the pain in her nipples by jutting her chest out and a bit . She could stare at the kitchen ceiling through barely open tear filled eyes, the over flow streaming down the sides of her head out of the corners of her eyes. Kim was reduced to whimpering sobs as her body shudder, twitched or convulsed from the constant stimulation assault on her now overly sensitive labia and clit.
To pass the time Kim began counting the drops of water. Kim counted until with a gasp and whimpering moan, either from the intensifying pain to her nipples and breasts or she had another mini orgasm and lost count. Occasionally she would drift into a semi-conscious delirium, not quit passing out. Then she’d begin counting all over again after realizing she lost count.
Kim’s jaw ached and she tried biting hard into the rubber, trying to flex her jaw and ease the ache. Her entire body was a tense, every muscle as taut as a bow string. She had to consciously uncurl her toes when they cramped from being curled tightly during the uncountable orgasms she’d had already.
Without warning, both clips snapped off her nipples and her breast fell heavily against her chest. Kim screamed behind her gag in incredible pain, suddenly wide awake. The container crashed to the sink and Kim gasped in shocked horror as freezing water sloshed from the pitcher and covered the back of her body from shoulders to ankles simultaneous with the ticklish finger sliding over her super sensitive clit. She erupted I a full blow, crushing orgasm that rocked her body and mind like a high voltage electric shock. Kim thought she would be slip in 2, die right her in her kitchen as the finger her clit. Wave after wave of sensations coursed through her and she couldn’t stop it. She yearned to pass out, fall into sweet oblivion.
Kim also began flinching. The dripping water from the iced pitcher now fall atop the pitcher in the sink and that drip then splattered Kim’s back with icy droplets. Yet another torture to endure, even if her breasts and nipples were now spared, they were awash with pins and needle sensation as blood flow surged into them.
Time continues to pass agonizingly slow, at least in Kim’s torture mind. “This has to end, please oh please this has to end.” Kim thought to herself. She knew no would come to her aid. She knew she should have used a smaller container. How had she not known about the tickling finger? “No, nooooo, here it comes again.” She thought as she groan in helplessness. Did she miss mention of the tickler in the instructions? Was the tickler omitted from the instructions? Was the Dildo, tickler combination Mistress Inga’s personal alteration? Maybe specifically for Kim’s benefit, or torment. Was this Mistress Inga’s way of punishing Kim for her failures?
The questions, none of which she could answer, tormented her as much as the tickler, as much as the splattering drops of ice cold water. She so wanted a hot shower. Goosebumps, brought on from the icy water covered her body. Shivering was now combined with the shuddering, trembling and quivering of the mini orgasms.
Kim’s head now drooped forward as her body and mind contended with the mixed, intense sensations of extreme pain and gut wrenching pleasure that was now bordering on the realm of pain. She had long ago cried herself out.
Suddenly with a slosh and a dull thump, the back of Kim’s body got another coating of icy slush as the remaining ice slid out of the pitcher and crashed into the sink. And her body tense even more. Kim’s nostrils flared in shock as another muffled scream strangled in her throat, turning to groans. Something cold struck her lower back near her hands. Kim grope blindly for whatever it was and caught hold of a string. It had to be the keys, cold from the ice. She worked her hands the string and found the keys, still embedded in a chunk of ice. Her ride and down the phallus continued as she gripped the keys in her hand, squeezing with all the strength she had left, trying desperately to break the chunk of ice keeping the keys from her. Her hands grew numb from the icy cold and many times the melting chunk slid from her hands and she had to regain the string and work the ice chunk to her hands. It didn’t take long for the warmth to leave her hands. She couldn’t break the chuck and now it melted slower. As another moderate orgasm broke over her, she dropped the ice chuck. Maybe it would melt faster dangling in the warm room than her stone cold hands. She flattened her hands on her buttocks hoping to warm them and gasped at the coldness on her sensitive bottom cheeks. When her hands warmed a she would find and squeeze the ice until her hands were numb, then let the keys dangle. All the while the tickler tortured her labia and clit with cruel sensations of pleasure/pain.
Finally, the keys melted free. Kim struggled to find the right key for the cuffs and clumsily dropping them, finding them and starting again. Always sliding and down the phallus, the tickler always following the descent and rise. All afternoon, Kim had gaze occasionally at the remote control, too far down the counter from you cuffed hands, with despair. On the fourth or fifth try, she had lost count, Kim unlocked her right cuff. Her arm stretched out for the remote, just barely getting in her finger as she started a downward descent. She prayed she wouldn’t drop it. By the time her numb fingers turned the motor off, she was fully impaled on the phallus, the tickler rest between her labia and laying against her clit. Every movement she made sent tremors through her. She tried to breathe slowly, and with deliberate movements unlocked her remaining wrist. Careful with her movements, she slowly brought the keys to the back of her head and unlocked the padlock hold the gag on her. Kim released the straps and spit out the rubber ball, letting it fall to the floor.
Kim breathed deeply through her mouth, flexing her jaw. She massaged her still tender aching breasts and nipples. But she was still fully impaled and knew she had to turn the damn machine on again, let the wheel rotate to the top so she could lift herself off the Phallus and more importantly the tickler back into the seat. With a deep breath she turned the motor on. The tickler slid down across her clit and she whimpered, her toes curling again at the intense ripple of sensation coursing through her. She had to reach back to the metal ring behind her to steady herself as she shuddered once again as a massive orgasm practically destroyed her mind and body. Kim cried out through a wide open mouth. There was no thought of turning the machine off now, the primal need to be fucked by the thick phallus. Again totally impaled, Kim pulled with her ankles and legs, wanting the phallus deeper as it nudged her uterus. more rotations she shuddered through before finally clicking the motor off at the seats highest point. She sat weakly on the seat, 6 inches of the phallus stretching her labia wide. She needed to regain some strength. The way to get off the machine and unhook her ankles was to lift off the phallus, then fall forward, catching herself with her arms extended to break her fall. The damn machine really wasn’t intended for self-use.
In time, Kim lifted herself and off the phallus. She let out a groan, she felt so empty, like a part of her body had been removed. Holding onto the seat with her hands, she hope she wouldn’t fall on her face. She hoped her arms were strong enough to break the fall. With a deep breath she fell forward, stretched her arms out, but still hit the floor hard with a long groan. It was a minor struggle to release the ankle cuffs, but with determination she was finally free of the machine’s clutches. As she rolled over onto her back to rest, uncaring about the wet cold floor. She had thought, question.
What’s next?

rondiri 65M

11202 posts
4/18/2022 9:01 pm

Time moves so slowly when you want it to move fast

drmgirl622 68F

26198 posts
4/19/2022 7:04 am

Mistress Inga is an interesting woman

rondiri replies on 4/19/2022 3:24 pm:
You don't know the half of it...yet

rydermantel 69M

26028 posts
2/20/2023 12:27 am

This is a good long piece and worth the effort.


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