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Diane was thoroughly pleased with her new toy and thoroughly pleased at the way her husband was struggling against his restraints. He was not trying to escape, per se, but the sensations overwhelming his body made sitting still impossible. It was only a few minutes into the procedure that his eyes grew wide and he started to gasp.

"Oh, Baby . . . I'm . . . I'm going to . . . going to," but he was unable to complete his sentence. "ARRRggh!"

His hips bucked wildly and his head tossed wildly from side-to-side as he ejaculated inside the steadily moving cylinder. Diane was practically bouncing on the bed in excitement. "Do it, honey, do it!" she encouraged.

When he had finished cumming, the machine kept on pumping. "Can . . . Can you turn it off for a moment?" he pleaded.

She nodded. This was all new to him. It was new to her. When the noise of the machine died off and its movements stopped, her husband dropped his head, breathing heavily. She waited a few minutes, watching him try to regain his composure. Once she had decided that he had had enough of a break, she turned the machine on again.

"Oh, no," he panicked. "Not again. Please. . . Not yet."

But Diane did not want to hear any of it. She had a new device that she needed to learn the subtleties of. The first thing was the speed. Turning the knob to the left, the machine slowed down to. A. Steady. Back. And. Forth. Motion.

Her husband closed his eyes and breathed through his mouth. This wasn't so bad. But it didn't last long. "Oh, no!" he gasped when his wife turned the knob to the right, increasing the speed. Despite his protests, his own body betrayed him and he started bucking his hips. Giggling hysterically, Diane cranked it up even more.

"Diane, please!" he cried out just before he started spurting inside that tight, heartless tube.

Like a cat watching a cornered mouse, Diane's eyes darted back and forth across her husband's face as he came for her again. She waited until he had finished yielding up another load of hot, fresh sperm before telling him, "I'll be right back."

"Diane, wait," he begged. "Don't leave me unattended! . . . Diane . . . DIANE!"