Contraption



I didn't need to see the look on her face to know her 
expression. I was busy in her bedroom when she walked in 
the front door. The drop of her gym bag on the foyer's 
hardwood floor confirmed my hunch. Amber was unnerved by 
my presence. 

I never came over unannounced. In fact, I thoroughly 
enjoyed the anticipation created by calling her 
beforehand. I usually instructed her to be ready and 
waiting. However, this was a special occasion.

Amber had crossed me two days ago. In an unpleasant 
telephone conversation, she lost her composure and spoke 
to me in a way that I never expected. Until then, she'd 
never cursed in front of me. 

I guess she felt adventurous. I reacted quickly and 
quietly. An instant after the word "asshole" passed her 
lips, I hung up. Although I was angry, I smiled trying 
to picture her face reacting to the click and dial tone 
that replaced her rage with reality. 

What had she been thinking about these last two days, 
while I ignored her phone calls and lengthy apologies 
left on my answering machine? God, I loved this game. 
Tonight, in our own little world, we would define some 
important terms... respect, penance and frustration. By 
the time we were done, Amber would have a deep 
appreciation for all three.

"Hello, Amber," I said, as she turned the corner into 
her bedroom.

"Josh... I didn't expect you... I..." she stammered.

"I know, darling. Please remove your clothes and sit 
down in the chair. We have work to do."

"Work? What type of work?"

"Amber, don't bother yourself with details. Take off 
your clothes and sit down. I don't want to discuss this 
right now."

I worked quickly. I was anxious to see how she'd react 
to my new device. It was ingenious. It really was. It 
fit Amber's peculiar sexual needs precisely. She loved 
her vibrator and would dance like a cat when I pressed 
the humming toy to her clit, but when I buried it deep 
inside of her she went wild. When I held it against the 
back of her pussy, she often climaxed violently. That's 
what gave me the idea for The Standing Vibrator.

It started simply as your typical hand-held massager. 
I'd cut off the head and created my own, which looked 
like a standard adult toy vibrator. I would have used a 
store bought model, but it was important that I be able 
to plug it into an outlet, which is unusual for sex 
toys. 

I mounted the contraption on a low height microphone 
stand, which was perfect because I could adjust the 
height from two to four feet. The end result was a heavy 
duty, AC/DC vibrator on a stand, but the creative part 
was in the guts of the vibrator. (I'll save that detail 
for later.)

I tied Amber standing on the balls of her feet with her 
wrists and ankles wrapped in black leather cuffs. Her 
arm and legs were spread and tied to four eyebolts, two 
in the ceiling and two in the floor.

"Josh, how long is this going to take? I have plans 
tonight," she chattered.

"You're plans are with me, Amber. I've canceled your 
other engagements. Knowing you...you won't have any 
trouble lubricating yourself for this," I commented, as 
I dipped two fingers into her pussy before I slid the 
dildo inside. "Amber, you're going to have to really 
drop down on this thing if you want it to do its magic."

"Josh, that's not fair! You know I can't with my arms 
tied like this. I can't lower myself at all."

"I know, my pet...patience...you'll need a lot of 
patience tonight. First, I want to attach the nipple 
clamps." From a hook straight above Amber's head, I 
strung the clamps to her nipples and pulled them tightly 
to the ceiling.

"Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned.

"You see, Amber. I'm going to untie your arms, so you'll 
be able to press down onto the vibrator."

I could see the fear in her eyes, "But Josh... my 
nipples..."

"I know, but we all have to make sacrifices. No one says 
you have to cum. In fact, orgasm will be more difficult 
than ever, tonight," I said, as I released her wrists 
from the ceiling bolts and locked them together behind 
her back. 

"You see this vibrator is special. It senses things, so 
to speak. I've built in a leveling device... you know... 
the kind they put into space heaters so they don't set 
the house on fire if they tip over. If the vibrator 
moves from its place, even a fraction of an inch, it 
will shut off until it's level again. So, I don't 
recommend moving too much if you want to keep it 
humming."

"Josh, that's impossible and you know it!"

"Amber, I'm tired of your complaining. I knew I'd have 
to gag you for this experiment." I stuffed a ball gag 
into her mouth and locked the strap tightly behind her 
head. "Shall we begin?" I moved to my chair directly in 
front of her, a mere three feet away, and flicked on the 
vibrator. The sight was amazing... beautiful Amber with 
legs spread wide and the unmovable vibrator stuffed 
between her legs, prying apart her pussy lips. 

She stood almost teetering on the balls of her feet, 
with her arms clasped snugly behind her back. Her 
nipples were in tight knots and looked distressed, as 
the clamps gripped them and the thin chain connected 
them to the ceiling. Her eyes pleaded, but the rest of 
her face was contorted by the shiny red ball sticking 
halfway out of her mouth. She was beautiful.

The vibrator worked its magic. I crossed behind her and 
ran my hands along her shoulders and ribcage, then down 
her quivering stomach. I kissed her lightly on the back 
of the neck, just as she began to shake. I could tell 
she was thinking about cumming because she lowered 
herself onto the vibrator. 

Perhaps, she did it unconsciously. Perhaps, she weighed 
the pleasure between her legs against the pain in her 
nipples. I wasn't sure. The first few times, pain won, 
and she lifted herself back to her toes, but the 
seduction of desire eventually took over, and she drove 
her cunt deeply onto the vibrator.

I was anxious to see how well my contraption worked. As 
Amber approached orgasm for the first time that evening, 
her hips begin to rock back and forth...Bingo! The 
vibrator shut off completely. It wouldn't start up again 
for 30 seconds. I relished the look in her eyes. Let's 
call it a cross between anger and fear. Tonight would be 
a long ordeal.

I kissed her cheek in a playful show of sympathy, that I 
didn't really feel, and strode to my gym bag to retrieve 
my cat-o-nine tails.

"That was your easiest chance to keep that thing still 
and orgasm, Amber," I mocked. "Let's see how still you 
hold with the cat burning your ass and thighs."

She groaned into the gag, and I commenced a slow buildup 
of heat and reddened flesh with my whip. Amber wavered 
between determined stillness and wild dancing under the 
thin leather strands. When I was satisfied with the 
color of her behind, I moved to her front and rained 
strokes on her stomach. Then, I whipped her back...then 
her calves...and then her ass again.

I tired of whipping her, as the room darkened. I knew 
she couldn't last much longer, tied as she was. I 
slumped in my chair, directly in front of her, and asked 
her to cum for me. With steadfast determination she 
pressed downward and shattered into a blissful climax 
for the first time that evening. She ground her hips 
onto the vibrator, even though the mechanism shut it 
off. 

She sagged onto the glistening contraption, and I 
carefully lifted her, untied her and carried her to bed. 
The night was still young.