Considerations

I think I might soon be ready for another dildo ride, like yesterday, but I am hesitant about it. Riding the dildo takes lots of energy. It will wear me out quickly, and there is still a long day ahead of me. The big advantage of the hitachi is, that all you have to do is hold yourself pressed unto it; it doesn’t require any serious thrusting effort . Even now, I don’t feel fatigue, only over-stimulation, and I’m starting to learn how to deal with that. Just issue more stimulation, and it will transform into the orgasms I need to get out of here.

Surely I can make this work again, right? After a few minutes, I try to resume standing up against the hitachi, pressing it unto myself. The vibration immediately envelops me again. It feels comfortable and soothing, but the initial discovery of it is gone now. As if my pussy is telling me, we’ve been here, lets move on… I keep trying for a few minutes, then I have to admit that the tremors alone will not make me yell “eight” anytime soon. I need penetration to move on; but actually riding now will drain my energy too quickly.

Of course, I’m not required to ride myself. There is a total of three fucking machines in the room; I only have to move my pussy in front of their piston, and I’m sure they will bang the shit out of me. There’s just two problems with that. First, none of the machines are easy to access; there’s no “lie down on your back and the machine will pound you” version. There is one rising up from the floor, but it rises so high that I would have to stand on my toes to take it in. For the second, you need to climb the table and go on all fours on it; but since I don’t have two of those four, it would mean raising my ass in the air to allow entry, while my chest rests on the tabletop surface. The third is even worse than that, extending horizontally into the room above waist height, and I can hardly imagine how I could possibly position myself to ride it.

But that’s not all. All the machines are turned off now, and they will only come to life when I take any of those positions. That means with sheer certainty that the guy behind the mirror observes me, and watches me maneuver myself in position, just so he can kick this thing off when I do. The controls of the machine will be in his hands; he will decide with some buttons on a remote control ifr I’ll be fucked rough or gentle, fast or slow, deep or shallow, constant or variable. And that is still a step too far for me. I may have debased myself into cumming in front of his eyes, trying to pass the challenge he has set out for me, but at least I have done all of it to myself. It doesn’t mean I’m ready to deliver the control of that remote to the hands of a psychopath who has kidnapped me. I must think of something else.