Max-Megan Pt. 02

It is a truly infernal device. It held me in the position of Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man...arms and chest secured to a stout frame; feet spread and secured to the floor. In thigh-highs, garter belt, bra, full makeup and chastity cage, I looked nothing like a man. A panel is before me at waist height with a quarter inch wide, five inch long, steel rod jutting toward my cock. Above, and parallel to the rod was a shaft with a three inch diameter plastic wheel that rested on the rod. Between my legs, secured on a base to the floor, is a compact fucking machine; hinged at the base; dildo tip in my ass just past my inner ring. The only place it has to go is in. She gleefully detailed the intricacies of her device as she removed my cage. Predictably, my cock hardened to its inadequate five inches. "You see," she explained, "at the base of the rod is a segmented ring of conductors...no, you won't be shocked. I'm using a spiked parachute on your balls and a stepper mot...

It was over an hour until the bedroom door opened again. I had heard the chat from the kitchen. I had watched the clock click over the minutes. I had looked outside at the world going by. I had finally wiped the cum off my face with tissues because the smell had gotten too much. I waited and i came down from my sexual high and i fretted. "What the actual fuck was i doing here? I was still dressed in my sister's underwear and waiting for her boyfriend. And... And... I wasn't gay," I told myself. I knew i wasn't attracted to Tony. I had seen a young woman walk down the street and i was instantly drawn to her sexiness: her bum in her tight pants, the sway of her hips, the bulge in the front of her top. I then sat there for a good five minutes deconstructing my thoughts. Did i fancy her? Was she sexy in that way? Didn't I just want to be her? At least have some of the assets that she had? Wasn't that it really? And if i did just want to have her looks then su...