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Sitting in the Corner
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Darlene removed the blindfold from my eyes. I
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found myself in the studio. She had removed all of
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the furnishings from the room. The walls were blue,
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with shades that indicated where the paintings had been
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hanging. Paint was still spashed across the floor, but
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the usual mess of papers and dust was gone, swept away
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into a dust pail now sitting in some other room.
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In the center of the room stood a... well, what could
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one call it? A rack, I suppose, or perhaps a crucifix.
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A simple, oddly shaped maple frame, with many leather
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straps. I guessed that this was the project that she had
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been working on for the past week.
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She bid me to approach it, and I did so, albeit somewhat
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confused. Standing before it, I crooked an eyebrow at
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her. She had, with some foresight, used an outdoor
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stain on the wood; beads of water had formed on the machine,
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water which had fallen from my still wet hair.
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She had turned on the music, a soft, quiet tune which I did
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not recognize. 'I built this for a friend. But I can't
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sell it to him until I am certain that it will function
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properly. This will be the test run. For both of us...'
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The final comment surprised me. I wasn't really sure what
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she meant by that one.
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She began by placing my feet in the shoes built in. They
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rather reminded me of the little machines clerks use to
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measure foot size. The straps bucked into place easily,
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and were lined with some type of fur. Rather comfortable,
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all things considered.
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I now stood with my feet spread wide, toes pointing about
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ninety degrees from each other. She started to fasten my
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knees into similar straps, and I began to get a better
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understanding of the projects design. With anchor points
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behind the knees, my mobility was restricted to a strictly
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vertical line. I could no longer stand at full height, but
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was forced into a mild crouch. The most comfortable
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position rather resembled sitting without a chair. A deep
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crouch was possible, but not comfortable.
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She locked my hands into another set of straps, just above
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my shoulder level. Then reaching into a bag she had dropped
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by the floor, she pulled out a harness on a long chain.
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The harness fit comfortably about my chest. She looked at
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me with a critical eye, and adjusted the length of the chain.
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When anchored to the frame beneath me, I could no longer rise
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nearly so high. The chain hooked in somewhere behind my
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neck, and ran the length of the harness to the ground.
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''What do you think?'' she asked. Everything seemed
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comfortable and quite well engineered. I told her so. But
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something was certainly up. She knew well enough that the
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rack would fit any normally shaped person, why did she need
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me? Most of her friends into flogging and such already had
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what they needed for those games. And this was far too
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intricate for such things.
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She stood where I could see her, hands carefully concealing
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something behind her back. The mischief in her eyes made me
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wary. She slowly drew her hands out from behind her back.
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My eyes spread apart very wide; in her hands was a giant dildo
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on some sort of long rod. Lubricant glistened in the light.
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I was certain that I was not going to be happy about the next bit.
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''This is the final piece.'' She walked around behind me
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and fastened it into place. It anchored somewhere near the chain
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of the harness and rose upward, pressing against my anus. I
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definitely wasnt going to be happy.
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I tried to rise away from it, and discovered that she had not
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the chain length at random. Although I could move a little bit,
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I was halted without being able to escape the pillar beneith
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me.
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Then she started to tickle me. It was excruciating. Normally
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I do enjoy being ticked, but here I had no place to squirm.
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Each time I tried to jump away, the harness held me in check,
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when I tried to duck, the dildo prodded at me from underneith.
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Tears began to well up in my eyes.
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Seeing this, she ceased, and began to kiss at me, trying to
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calm me down. My breathing was heavy and irregular. In a
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moment, she had reached into her bag, and got still more lube,
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which she proceded to rub all over me. I noticed for the first
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time that she still had tarps under the machine. I guess
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she realized that the trial was going to get messy.
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Her hands finished with my abs, and began to caress the insides
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of my legs. I was startled by the contrast, for the muscles were
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afire in effort to keep me up. Her hands crept up toward my
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penis, which had long since reached a pinacle of excitement.
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After a few moments, she slipped into the small space between
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my body and the machine. She began to mount me, and amid the
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excitement that I felt my body began to warn me that my legs
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were almost through.
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She was fucking me, supporting almost all of her own weight,
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pressing down against me as I fought to keep the dildo from
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skewering me. My eyes closed as I felt myself beginning to lose
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control. She leaned into me, and whispered harshly into my
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ear, ''I love you.'' I opened my eyes to her mischievous smile...
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And felt her take both her feet off of the floor.
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