Symphony

My focus is suddenly on the chair. It is an ordinary wooden kitchen chair that you can find in billions of homes across the world; common in every way. Well, except for the huge dildo rising up from the seat, of course. It is slightly crooked from verticality, for an optimal angle of penetration of a girl sitting down on it. My mind is made up, that is the place where I’ll be.

First I try to sit down with my bound arms between my body and the chair, but it feels off, the angle of the dildo makes it hurt when I come down on it. Instead I should shove my arms around the backrest of the chair, my elbows bending around them, as my body comes down to sit. Descending further I aim the tip of the dildo to my slit, it slides in easily now, lubricated by my juice and driven inside by the mass of my body sitting down. I can’t sit down completely on it; the dildo is simply too big for that, my buttocks still floating half an inch from the seat.

It seems to be enough of it for him. All the lights are suddenly turned off, and music starts playing: Prokofiev, the dance of the knights. At the same time, the electrodes come to life. The shockwaves follow the driving-along pattern of the music, accentuating key turns, counterpointing rhythm, travelling a big palette of shock types, as if a second symphony was written in shockwaves to the tune of the dance.

And it grabs me. The combined effect swoops me up and pushes me forward; and forward is where arousal lies. I’m still very far away from climax; in fact I suspect that it will take a long time to achieve. I’m incapable of some quick gust of desire leading me to orgasm in a minute; I’m just too sore and tired and hungry for that. But I do manage to settle in the gentle arousal, the warm and tender one, without a destination yet. It heats me up and takes me to another level, in a different mood, without performance or achievement goals, just sliding along with the music and the tremblings. Somehow it smoothes me, my weight pushes the dildo further inside, and my ass descends to sit down on the chair comfortably, even if my slit seems completely stuffed with artificial cock now. I enjoy the beauty of the music, and it is in a completely different way than ever before, because it delivers beauty to my pussy as well now.