The seminar had lasted for two of the most mind numbingly boring days I have ever known and it was a long drive back to the city. I was looking forward to getting home but the drive was as boring as the seminar and I needed a break. As I passed through a small town I noticed a garage sale and decided it was a good excuse to stop for a while and maybe after I�d find a restaurant or something.



There was no one else in the yard except for an attractive, thirty-ish woman reading a book on the porch. Scanning the items on the table in the driveway, I saw nothing of interest but, as I turned to leave, the woman on the porch said that there was stuff in the garage as well if I wanted to have a look. I went in and looked around a bit then noticed a strange item in the back corner. It was a fair sized black box with a curved top. It looked somewhat like a toolbox but had a curved, white plastic brush protruding from its middle. It wasn�t a brush really; in the place of bristles were a number of cone shaped protrusions which looked like the end of a ball point pen. They were flexible and fairly soft�



�It�s a pleasure machine.�



Startled, I turned and saw the woman from the porch standing in the doorway. A little embarrassed, I blushed and said, �Oh� I wasn�t sure what it was.�



She came over and introduced herself as Nancy then went on describing the device in a matter-of-fact tone. She explained how you place it on the floor and then you kneel, straddling the device and placing your vagina on the brush. There were several controls for the brush�s height, vibration type and speed, and a timer.



�I�m just recently married and my husband hates this thing. He say�s I don�t� need it since I have him.� She looked at the machine wistfully then asked my name.



�Emily,� I answered.



�Listen Emily, I�ve had some really good times with this and it�s in real good shape. I clean and sterilize it every time. It cost over four hundred dollars but, realistically, I know everybody�s too embarrassed to buy it so I�ll just end up throwing it away. Right now there�s nobody here to see so, if you want it you can have it.�



I looked at it for a moment, blushed a little more, and asked her how much.



�You can have it for nothing sweetie,� She said with a little smile.



I stared at the device and felt my face get very warm. I knew I was beet red when I thanked her, picked up the machine, and walked back to the car.



From behind I heard Nancy say, �Enjoy!�





The rest of the drive went much smoother as I occupied my mind with thoughts of testing my new acquisition. Right after university I went to work for the medical research center and I was able to afford a nice little two bedroom �fixer upper� in an old section of the city. The lots on either side were vacant right of ways for the large newer homes adjacent to them so I would have a fair bit of privacy for trial runs.





The testing process was frequent and exhaustive but after two weeks or so I had learned how to adjust things so that it was immensely pleasurable. As time wore on however; I wanted more and I decided to pretend I was being forced to use the machine. I started lightly tying my feet to metal loops on the box that were attached for that very purpose. I would wear an unbuttoned blouse pulled back on my shoulders along with a skirt hiked up to my waist then put my hands behind my back, pretending that a cruel tormentor had forced me onto the evil device. I would set the vibration to gradually increase the longer it ran then set the timer for an hour but would, of course, stop it immediately after an orgasm.



One night I was in an adventurous mood and spent half an hour figuring out how I could immobilize myself in tight self bondage, both hands and legs. I wanted to leave only a small avenue of escape and finally came up with an idea. I tied one end of a rope to a heavy dictionary and put on the far edge of a table behind the machine. I made a slip knot loop on the other end with which I could encircle my wrists. I laid a broom on the table with the bristles against the book and the other end sticking over the opposite end of the table, above the machine, then tested the rig a couple of times ensuring that I had the strength to pull the book back up when I needed to untie myself.



I was pretty excited as I got ready to embark and, to get myself more in the mood, slowly stripped naked in front of a mirror, caressing and touching myself. When I was suitably warmed up I grabbed a number of six foot long ropes, sat and tied a length to one ankle and one to the other. I secured another rope around my waist then looped four more lengths through that, two in front and two in back and just let them hang. I secured a ball gag that I had purchased online. I had never gagged myself before and started to get pretty excited as I fastened its Velcro clasp. Then I straddled the machine and knelt down.



I took the end of the ankle rope and pulled so that my heel touched my butt then wrapped it around my leg and tied it off. Same for the other leg. Then I positioned myself so that my vagina was right square on the brush and, with a giggle and a moan, settled against it. I looped the hanging waist ropes to the metal hoops on each corner of the machine, pulled them tight and tied them off. I tested my rig by wiggling and jiggling but no amount of struggle would get my pussy off that brush. A little bit more giggling and moaning, and I was ready to go.



I had set the machine to start off at low vibration then gradually build to maximum. The cycle takes about twenty minutes to reach the high setting which I had never experienced since I always climaxed around ten minutes in. I had set the timer to run for an hour with a one minute delay. I took the loop for my wrists and held it over my head then, once I was sure that I had done everything right, reached down and flipped the switch.



I raised my other arm up and slipped both hands in the loop and pulled forward a bit to snug it up. I held my arms straight up and leaned back against the end of the broom handle causing the book to fall and sharply pull my arms back and behind my head, and tighten the loop substantially. I was secure and completely at the mercy of the pleasure machine. Fifty seconds to go.



While I waiting I pretended that I had been forced on to the infernal device by a hulking, dirty mountain man. �I�ll teach you, my pretty. I will use you any way I want for the rest of your life� Ha ha ha!�. Thirty seconds left.



�Oh no! Please don�t do this to me! I�ll do anything you want! Just free me from this evil contraption! Please!� 10 seconds to lift off.



�I am your lord and master and I will do with you what I please. I will leave you on that machine all day until your pussy is bleeding and raw!� 5 seconds.



�Oh please� not THAT! Don�t leave me on it after I climax! Please I beg you!� The machine started.



I began to writhe as the brush oscillated against my labia and clit. I pretend the filthy mountain man is squeezing and slapping at my boobs. He�s whipping me with his belt and slapping my face. I try to fight the machine and somehow free myself from this horrible tormentor.



Like clockwork I went off at the ten minute mark. I pressed hard against the brush as the strongest orgasm I had ever had blew through my abdomen. This had all gone perfectly!



I leaned forward to pull the book up so I could free myself and stop the machine which was now attacking my newly sensitized pussy. The rope wouldn�t budge! I pulled again but it was solid�no bounce at all. I cranked my head around and saw that the book had bounced the wrong way and wrapped the rope around the table leg. I gyrated wildly, screaming and screaming but the gag was as efficient as advertised.



I fought and pulled to free myself but� I began to get aroused again as the machine frantically churned at my crotch. I began to imagine that I was locked in a dungeon cell, sent here by an evil Queen. My punishment for spurning her advances was to ride the �Monster Pussy Chewer� until I would agree to become her slave.



When the timer finally ran out I was exhausted and soaked in sweat. For the next forty five minutes I mustered my strength and tried to pull the table around so I could slacken the rope� to no avail. Then I heard a rapping on the front door and the creaking sound as it opened.





A very startled Charles shouted, �OMIGAWD! What the hell is going on?�



I had met Charles about two weeks before and found him a little possessive and self absorbed. I had planned to break it off that very night which is why I asked him to come over. I had, of course, assumed I would have plenty of time to conceal the evidence of my interlude with the mountain man and the machine.



He rushed over and started to fumble with the Velcro on the gag, all the while asking, �What happened? Who did this to you? Are you okay?� it occurred to me that a real gentleman would have covered me up first.



Once freed, I got a bathrobe and returned to the living room and Charles. Needless to say I was terribly embarrassed and was fumbling for words to explain but there was little choice; I had to bite the bullet and tell him the truth�at least some of the truth. I explained, with as little detail as possible, how I used the machine for self pleasure and how I had decided to pretend I had been forced. He stared back in disbelief through the entire confession.



�So, you like this sort of thing? Being tied up and all the rest?�



I had hoped he wouldn�t start asking questions but then I though I may as well answer whatever he asks. Maybe he�ll just get mad and walk out forever, removing the need to break up with him. �Yes� uh� kind of I guess.�



Charles then asked, �Is it better then the sex we had?�



I was flabbergasted by the question. We only had sex once and it was a lot better for him than me. He had just felt me up a bit then pulled my panties off and, wham bang, thank you ma�am, it was over. Yes the machine was better! Way better!



I didn�t answer the question.



�Oh� I SEE!� He shouted as he got up and stormed towards the door. Then he stopped for a moment and returned to the room.



�I�m sorry Emily. I�m over reacting I know but it was just such a shock! I�m not being a very good boyfriend am I?�



I told him that I understood how it must have looked when he first came in and how anybody would have reacted the same way.



�No�no Emily, I want to be a good boyfriend and a good boyfriend would just want to make you happy��



I realized that he didn�t want to end our relationship so I tried to stop him, �Charles I��



He persisted, �No, please let me finish. I just want to make you happy and if getting tied up is nice for you then that�s fine. Even the machine�I�m okay with that. In fact, I could help so you wouldn�t have to fiddle with the book and everything. I could help make it more realistic for you, if you let me.�



Maybe I had misjudged this fellow. Intrigued I asked, �What do you mean?�