P01E07

I had noticed the kitchen before, but it was only now that I took a good look at it. It was not like an ordinary kitchen at all. The kitchen counter was less than a foot from the floor, and everything else was mounted much lower than usual as well - cupboards, fridge, stove. I realized why when she started work to prepare dinner. She didn’t get up to stand, like a normal woman would in a normal kitchen, but she stayed on her knees as she opened the fridge and started laying out cold dishes on plates and platters. Then she put them on a small trolley which she pushed to the dining table, herself on all fours behind it. She had to reach up from her kneeling position to put the plates on the table. Me and Howard had a good view of her as she performed all these activities from the comfort of our seats, glasses in hand, and we enjoyed watching her in silence. Her ass really wiggled very nicely as she crawled back to the kitchen to get more food. I felt as if I had suddenly landed in paradise, even though I had no idea how I had deserved that.

It all took less than five minutes, the meal had obviously been prepared in advance. When everything was ready, she crawled back to Howard, and said: “Dinner is ready, Sir.”

“Very good, my little one. Jason, will you join me for dinner? Marcy, provide entertainment for us as we eat.”

The dining table wasn’t like a regular dining table at all. It was quite small, maybe four feet wide, triangular, with plates set on two sides, and the third side open, without a table top on that end. Instead, a piece of strange machinery was set up there. Near the ground was a metal flywheel, with an impressive engine by the side. The wheel was connected to a metal bar stretching upward and being channeled through a hinge and a piston to a second bar standing straight up, so the two-dimensional circular motion of the wheel was transferred into only one dimension for the second bar: up and down. This bar rose a little over three feet from the floor, and ended in a black dildo mounted at the top of it.

The whole construction looked menacing. I had a dark brown idea of what it was, but my mind wasn’t quite ready yet to accept the possibility.

As we came to the table, Marcy rose to her feet, standing up straight for the first time since Howard was back. She was still wearing the high stiletto heels, but she managed to balance on them without any apparent effort. Then she straddled the machine. Her pussy was at the same height as the dildo standing straight up, but slightly behind it, so the tip of the dildo pointed eagerly towards her belly. Then she lifted her hands above her head, to grab a horizontal bar hanging there from the ceiling. Uncle Howard reached up as well and clicked her wrist cuffs to the metal rings on both ends of the bar. Her arms were fully stretched upward now, and she couldn’t lower them anymore. Then he gently pushed her forward, guiding her pussy entrance over the dildo. He even had to lift her up a bit to allow the dildo entrance; then he released her and her body descended on the dildo, taking it deep inside. Finally, he bent over to secure her ankle cuffs to the side of the machine, near the floor. Then she just stood there, in full front of the dinner table, not more than two yards away from us, straddling the machine, cuffed by wrists and ankles, the dildo resting deep inside her, no limb able to move more than a few inches; yet on her face was an expression of anxious anticipation, and her bare pussy looked moist and awaiting where the head of the dildo disappeared in it.

Howard sat down at the table, pointed to the food, and said to me: “Please, help yourself! ”, before he took a slice of bread, spread some cream cheese on it, and put it in his mouth. The food looked absolutely delicious: smoked salmon and roast beef, two different salads, cheese and fruit, accompanied by fresh bread and wine. As I started taking the food, Howard produced a small box with two knobs and said: “And this is for the promised entertainment… here, watch this!” He turned one of the nobs. The machine between Marcy’s legs came to life, and the wheel started turning; and by the construction of the piston, this translated into an upward thrusting motion of the vertical bar and the dildo. It started silently moving just a few inches in and out of the pussy of the helplessly bound girl. The expression which had become familiar by now crossed her face again: half opening her mouth and half closing her eyes, as her breathing became more heavy.

Howard said: “It’s a lovely piece of design, isn’t it? Look here, it has two controls… this one simply adjusts the speed of the wheel, making the thrusts faster. But this one is the real beauty… when you turn it, the attachment of the bar to the wheel moves further to the outside of it. The circle it makes becomes bigger. And it is easy to see what it does when you do that, right?”

“The stroke becomes… deeper? “

“I prefer to call it ‘longer’, but basically, yes. The distance the dildo travels in and out on each thrust gets bigger. Here, let me show you…”

He turned the knob, there was a clicking sound like the transmission of a bike, and the flexible joint of the bar moved a step to the outside of the wheel. I could clearly see how the dildo now slid deeper into her at the far end of the stroke, and moved further out on the backstroke as well, even though it stayed well inside the confines of her pussy. Howard gave the first knob another twist up, causing a slight yelp from Marcy as the wheel accelerated; then he put the box to the side for the moment, and said to me: “There, she can braise a bit like that. So, tell me. Have you decided yet? “

“Decide about what?”

“Well, about your virginity, and your girlfriend. Emily, wasn’t it? Are you going to wait for her to allow you to insert yourself into her? Because, I don’t think I’m really telling you a big secret when I say I would be perfectly happy to offer Marcy for your deflowering. Not next week. Not tomorrow. Right after dinner, I’d say.”

I swallowed. It had been suggested; but now it was out on the table. Do you want to fuck this gorgeous creature, right after taking her down from the dance to the rhythm of the fucking machine she was swaying to? Do you want to feel what it’s like, this mysterious act you have been dreaming of for your entire adolescence?

But indeed, what about my fidelity to Emily? And how did he know about her, anyway? I was pretty sure I hadn’t mentioned her.

My voice decided for me before my head could finish these thoughts: ”Yes. I’m ready for it. Heck I want to. Heck I’m going to stick my cock up this luscious girl and fuck her wild!”

My words caused another little shriek from Marcy’s mouth, as she was wriggling across the top of the merciless and dauntless thrust of the dildo. In, out, in, out… a merciless rhythm, without breaks or variation as the remote control box was put aside. But apparently she was still able to follow our conversation.

There was a broad smile on Howard’s face: “That’s the spirit! And so it shall be… so, what will it be? Do you want to lose your virginity in the traditional way, by just fucking her pussy? Or do you want to have a jump start to your sex life, and have an ass fuck for your deflowering?”

I hadn’t even considered that possibility, but it sounded appealing right away. The movies had always suggested it was better somehow, more intense, more ****, more dominating. Now that I was here anyway, being invited to do whatever I wanted, why not go for the full monty straight away? On the other hand… I had been dreaming of pussies for so long; maybe I should see how THAT felt first?