Long Story:
A few weeks ago, I got to live out a long-time CNC fantasy... and it did not disappoint!
Pre-disclaimer:
Scenes like this take a lot of work, lots of communication and most importantly care and trust.
This was my first true CNC scene so for safety, I was given a safe word. I was told if I used it the scene would stop immediately. Otherwise, no matter how much I begged, pleaded, or cried, the scene (and the machines) would not stop.
This was the only clip that was captured from that day.
Here was my fantasy:
I've long dreamed about being strapped to a bondage chair completely immobile, locked in head to toe rubber, attached to machines, and required to get fucked, sucked, and milked for a pre-determined (long) period of time.
My boyfriend
@PupTroy, and a close friend, were the ones who would choose the amount of time I'd be in the chair.
I was required to give verbal consent before we started and then from there all of my control was stripped away.
The time they chose? - 2.5 hours!
By far the longest I have continuously been on a fuck machine.
Thankfully, this particular f-machine had a self-lubing dildo on a short repeating timer that kept the dildo fully lubed throughout.
But still... that's two and a half hours of my hole being pounded and my cock being milked dry. I was to simply cum as many times my body allowed.
And so I did...
For the next 2.5 hours, I went through cycles of the biggest anal orgasms I've ever had, I came more times than I can remember (maybe 6 or 7?), the milker even pulled out my pee at one point, and I fell into a deep sub space where I completely surrendered to what was happening to me.
Many parts were bliss โ๏ธ
And some were not ๐
I nearly used my safe word multiple times. The sensation of the dildo as it deeply breached my second hole was a new level of intense I can not describe. At one point I started to cry begging my captors to let me out. And my hole was sore for weeks after.
But no matter how much I wanted out (and boy did I try), my little rubber gimp mind wouldn't let me use my safe word.
And before I knew it the machines stopped, I was unstrapped, and and peeled out of the chair drenched in sweat.
I was one exhausted gimp who couldn't help but smile under its rubber hood ๐