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Harry wasn’t sure where the idea came from at first.
It could have been late at night when she was browsing Pornhub before trying to fall asleep. It could have been one of the Star Trek fics she read at any point during the past year. But once the idea was in her head, she couldn’t stop thinking about it.
That had been three months ago.
Now, she was staring at the screen of her laptop, early on Saturday morning, curled up in her sweatpants drinking her tea. Right there in front of her was the phone number for Sin, the new BDSM club in Boston, on its harmless looking Google Maps listing.
Did she really want to do this?
If she didn’t do this would she regret it for the rest of her life?
It was a fantasy. Plenty of people had fantasies. As far as they went, this was relatively safe as it didn’t really involve other people. Just her.
And a machine.
She wanted to be strapped down and fucked by a machine.
She shuddered as she sat there, hand poised over the screen of her phone.
The thing was, she couldn’t afford a good machine on her own. And she did want a good machine, what was the point in doing it if you weren’t going to use the best? But what she could afford was a session at Sin. She hadn’t quite talked herself into a membership yet, but as a non-member she could reserve some time in a private room. Or so their website said.
She hit the dial button and took a deep breath.
“Sin, this is Louis, how can I help you?” The woman’s voice was cheery and it threw Harry for a loop. She wasn’t sure what she expected but it wasn’t the nice, friendly customer service voice.
“Um…” Harry stumbled, not sure how to ask for what she wanted. “I think I want to book some time?”
“Okay, great. Let’s take a look at what we have available. Is there something you want in particular?”
“Well—” Harry huffed out a breath. “I think—” She started and stopped a few times before Louis took pity on her.
“It’s alright, I promise it’s not the worst or weirdest thing I’ve ever heard. We cater to all kinds of pairings, fetishes, groups. Whatever you would like to do, all we’re offering is a safe space.”
“I’d like to use a machine? If you have it?” Harry’s blood was pounding in her ears and she was tearing up the already ratty cuffs of her favorite sweatshirt from her nerves.
“Great! What sort of machine? Like a sybian?”
That was a thought. But no, Harry’s clit was pretty sensitive; she would only last about two seconds on a sybian before it would be too much.
“No, like a… One with a dildo?”
“Gotcha, sure.” Louis hummed to herself a moment and Harry could hear her clicking away on the other end of the line. “So, on something like that you will need to have a spotter in the room with you. It will be a staff person, and they can ensure your safety. They can be as involved, or not involved as you would like.”
“Oh, okay.” Harry wasn’t sure how she felt about that. She liked the idea of being safe, that was comforting. But this was something deeply personal that she was about to do and she wasn’t sure how she felt about letting someone into that space.
“What sort of days and times were you looking for?” Louis asked.
“Well, I work during the week?”
Louis hummed again. “Okay so something evening or weekend?”
“Weekend,” Harry said definitively. “Maybe a Saturday? So I have time on Sunday.”
“Smart, smart,” Louis mumbled. “I have next Saturday I could do a three to five slot?”
Two hours? Harry balked. How many times would she come strapped to a machine for two hours?
“Yeah, okay,” she agreed shakily. She could feel herself getting more and more aroused as they talked about it.
Louis started going over the rules of the club and outlining their general safety policies. Most of the information Harry had already found on the website when she was doing her research, but she responded each time Louis prompted her for the verbal agreement.
Then she gave Louis all of her contact information and they hung up.
Afterwards, Harry stared at her phone in her lap. She was really doing this.
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When Harry arrived at Sin she was fifteen minutes early for her time slot. She wasn’t sure how she felt about someone else using the room before she did, but she supposed she would have to get over it.
She was really doing this.
Earlier that day she had used one of her dildos to make sure she was somewhat stretched out so she wouldn’t be too uncomfortable with the machine. Every time she thought about it, a wave of embarrassment passed through her. Thankfully, her desire to try this—and not lose her deposit—was overwhelming any of her other anxieties.
Once she put her things away in a locker, leaving on her easy cotton summer dress, the sign pointed towards check-in.
The girl behind the check-in desk was objectively the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. She had jet black hair and a burnt caramel olive skintone. She had the sort of face that was so perfect that it was untouchable.
Then there was the girl leaning on the desk talking to her. She had leaned over the high partition of the desk enough that she was on her tip toes and she kept lifting one foot or the other off the ground as she teased the woman who was actually sitting behind the computer.
“Zaynie, why won’t you just send the message?” she cried out.
The woman with black hair noticed Harry first. “Hi, welcome to Sin,” she said easily. “How can I help you?”
Her friend, the one that had been leaning on the partition dropped her feet back down and turned towards Harry.
“I’m checking in for a three o’clock? Harry?”
The woman smiled, and Harry recognized the customer service smile. “Yes, of course. You still have a few moments, so please take a seat. Would you like water? Coffee or tea?”
The idea of having extra liquid sloshing around in her stomach made Harry queasy so she politely declined and took a seat.
When she settled, she saw the other woman leaning back over the partition and she could hear them whispering, but she couldn't hear what they were saying. Just then, the woman stood up abruptly and disappeared and Harry watched her ass sway in her black jeans as she went.
A few minutes later the girl who had been leaning over the desk returned.
“Harry?”
Harry looked up abruptly. “Yes?”
“The room is ready,” she said. Now that Harry could hear her voice it sounded a lot like Louis who she had first spoken to on the phone.
“My name is Louis,” she said, reaching out her hand. “We spoke on the phone. I’m going to be your spotter.”
Right, Harry thought, trying not to make the situation more awkward than it was. Louis was just… so hot was the thing. Not like the other woman who was too perfect. Louis was vibrant and extroverted with crystal clear blue eyes and the juiciest ass Harry had ever seen.
And she was going to watch Harry get off on a machine.
Harry’s heart flipped over in her chest, her palms started sweating and her breathing started to get heavier.
Louis led her down a long hallway. There were lots of noises coming from places unseen, but the whole place was very clean and very tastefully decorated. Did that turn people on in sex clubs? Tasteful decorations?
Finally, they came to a non-descript door and Louis opened it up with a keycard.
The security was heartening.
“Have a seat,” Louis said, pointing to the plush chair in the corner.
Harry sat down on the edge of the seat gingerly, not sure where it had been. It was also hard to concentrate when the fucking machine was just sitting in the middle of the room already rigged up.
Louis might have interpreted her expression because she rolled her lips together to fight off a laugh but didn’t say anything as she sat down across from her.
She pulled out a binder. “We’re going to do some paperwork and then discuss your likes and dislikes and what you would like to get out of the session.”
Harry watched the efficient way Louis’ hands danced across the things she needed to do and she started to squirm in her seat. It didn’t help that she had effectively edged herself this morning before setting off to fulfill one of her most prevalent fantasies.
Louis handed the arranged clipboard to Harry who verified the information that was already on there from their initial conversation like her name and contact information. Once she signed it and then signed the release, Louis took them back from her.
“Right, then. Parameters for today’s session.” She said it definitively, but then looked at Harry expectantly.
“Well… um… I don’t really know where to start?”
Louis nodded. “That’s fine. Let’s start with an easy one: my role today. I’m here for safety only. I’m a trained dom, and I can be as much or as little involved as you want. When I say involvement, there’s a range. I can sit here and do absolutely nothing for three hours while you have fun, and that’s the end of that. If you want to be tied up, maybe, so you can’t control the machine, then I can control it for you and follow your direction.”
Harry swallowed tightly at that one. She thought about being strapped down at the machine’s mercy. “Yeah, I think I want to be tied down.” Louis nodded. “But is there a way I’ll be able to use the remote?”
Louis rushed to assure her. “Yes, absolutely, that’s not a problem. If you’re tied down I can still stay out of it, but you might want me to help change out the apparatus if you need it, or change the angle and position. Is that alright with you?”
Harry nodded.
Louis smiled at her indulgently. “I just need some verbal confirmation, Harry. I realize this is your first time here. We’re very thorough when it comes to safety.”
Harry swallowed against the sandpaper in her throat. “Yes, I want you to help me with the machine.”
“Great.” Louis shuffled her papers but she held eye contact with Harry for a brief moment too long, and Harry watched intently as she licked her lips.
Harry was such an exhibitionist, she didn’t think about how much Louis being in the room was going to affect her once everything… started.
“I think that’s the boring stuff done. Do you want to get started?”
Harry’s breath caught in her throat. “Sure.”
“Great,” Louis said as she stood up. “Come over here with me and we’ll look at the attachments.”
Louis opened up a cabinet and pointed to the middle row. There were so many attachments and Harry knew she had to concentrate on them, but all she could think about was Louis standing here making her pick out an attachment for her strap-on.
Not helpful.
Harry shook herself out of it and looked at the options. They ranged in size, color, and shape from the most realistic to unbelievably large, and then the truly weird that were shaped more like butt plugs than dildos.
“You want to be tied down, right?” Louis asked. When Harry responded in the affirmative, she reached for one that was a relatively normal shape and size but curved sharply. “This one when positioned correctly is amazing for your g-spot. Maybe this is a good place to start while you’re on your hands and knees?”
“Yeah, okay,” Harry breathed out. Part of the reason she wanted to do this was because whenever she had g-spot orgasms they were so intense, but they were few and far between for her, especially when she was trying to reach it on her own. Someone told her once that the clit and g-spot were just interconnected nerves being stimulated from either side so it made sense that if one was sensitive, the other was as well.
“Do you want to get undressed? Or keep your dress on?”
Harry had taken her bra and panties off and put them in the lockers out front with her purse so if she took off her dress she would be naked, but she didn’t have anything else to wear home and didn’t want to get it messy.
“I’ll get undressed,” she said.
“There’s hangers right over there,” Louis pointed. “It’s a little chilly in here and I don’t want you to get cold so I’m going to turn the thermostat up a bit.”
Harry appreciated the distraction so she knew Louis wasn’t going to stand there and watch her undress, but it wouldn’t make any difference in ten seconds. Steeling her nerves, Harry pulled her dress up over her head and hung it on the rack.
Louis had moved on to attaching the dildo she suggested. She also very carefully put out pads for Harry’s knees and lube. “I’m not going to touch you, just the apparatus, okay?”
Harry nodded before climbing up and positioning herself.
This was it, it was really happening.
True to her word, Louis lubed up the dildo then helped to angle it. Harry could feel the tip brush against her already wet pussy.
Louis came back around to where her head was and fastened the comfortable leather wrist straps that were attached to the table. It was all very business-like, but Harry was also painfully aware that there was a very pretty girl helping her.
Finally, Louis placed the remote near Harry’s right hand. “I’m not going to tie down your ankles because you’ll be able to position yourself better if those are free.”
Harry nodded, her mind already a little fuzzy around the edges.
“Alright, then. You’re good to go. I’m just going to sit back here and wait until you need me to change anything.”
“Okay,” she replied as clearly as she could.
She heard some rustling movements as Louis sat back down in the consultation chairs somewhere behind her. With a perfect view of her backside where she was wet and splayed open.
Harry clenched around nothing, but she could still feel the head of the dildo poised at her entrance.
She moved her hips up and down a bit, experimenting with it a bit before getting the dildo into position and pushing back on it.
It took her a moment but suddenly, the head was inside her. All she had to do was move back a bit and turn on the machine.
She shifted her weight, letting it go a little deeper, thrusting a few times on her own before she looked down at the remote and turned the dial up to one.
The machine came to life between her thighs thrusting in and out of her as slow as molasses. She was a little far away, felt like it could go deeper, so she followed it back and got in a better position.
Finally, she felt it. The dragging along her inner walls, the pure unadulterated pleasure that shot through her each time it went in and out, hitting its mark.
This was what she had been waiting for all this time.
Satisfied in the knowledge that the first setting was nowhere near enough, Harry turned the dial up to two and the machine began to pick up the pace.
As it hit her g-spot with more force, Harry became aware that she was letting out little gasps every time it bottomed out. In her quest to get to know the machine she had forgotten about Louis watching her get fucked. Out of sight. Listening to her.
It was tough to hear anything over Harry’s own involuntary gasping, but if she concentrated she could pretend to hear Louis’ heavy breathing. Getting turned on by the show.
Harry moaned as she turned the dial up to three.
The rhythm of the machine was starting to take over her concentration now. Pulling in and out, the pleasure was much more raw than the soft slow burn when she played with her clit.
Suddenly she could feel her orgasm building. It had only been a few minutes and she was only on three. She knew the second and third and so on orgasms might take longer, and would feel different, so she decided to just let this one go and ride it out.
Harry dropped down to her elbows and moaned, getting breathless as her orgasm got closer and closer.
Without the stimulation to her clit she just needed one little last push to get her there, she thought as she pushed back against the machine and turned the dial up to four.
As soon as the thrusts got faster, her orgasm ripped through her.
“Oh, fuck!” she cried out as she felt a gush of liquid. She had only squirted twice in her life, but both had been g-spot orgasms so it wasn’t surprising.
For the first time in a while she thought about Louis behind her. She really was getting a show. Was she close enough to Harry to see her squirt? Did she feel any of it?
Harry knew that she was probably too far back to have felt it, but even if she watched, that was enough.
Harry grew too sensitive as the aftershocks petered out and she turned the machine back down again to one, languishing in the softer, slower strokes. The still constant stimulation didn’t let her get completely comfortable, though, and suddenly she realized what she had been using wasn’t enough. There were just so many options. Surely she should try as many as she could manage.
“Can I—” her voice cracked from how much she had gasped and moaned. “Try a bigger one?”
She heard Louis jump up from her seat. “Sure, love,” she said as though Harry had asked for a tissue. She might need more than a tissue to clean up her mess.
“I trust you,” Harry said. She meant to say she trusted her judgement, but her brain was feeling a little fried at the moment. She was also expending all of her concentration on turning off the machine.
She thought she heard Louis chuckle, but soon enough Louis was directing her to pull off the dildo completely and moments later another one was poised at her entrance.
“Alright, you’re all set.”
Harry shifted again until the head of the dildo was inside her. This one felt a little different, smoother, and it was cool to the touch from the lube and not having been inside Harry yet.
This time she started on level two, to ease into it and get a feel for the new shape.
The new one wasn’t as curved as the first one, it was much more traditional shape and she could tell as it began to thrust inside her. This was a familiar sensation, it felt much more like her ex-girlfriend’s strap. That woman had been a wizard with a dildo, but everything outside of the bedroom was way too toxic and they had broken up months ago.
Hence Harry’s current predicament.
She knew that after her first orgasm it was going to take some time for her to build up to her second, but the fuller feeling of this dildo certainly helped. God, Harry loved that stretch. She was going to be sore the next day but it would be so worth it.
She turned the dial up through the numbers, easing her way into each one. Now that she was used to the sensation, she could concentrate on how it made her feel. She was still gasping and moaning involuntarily each time the dildo bottomed out, and she could feel her arousal build but it was slower and more methodical now that the first was out of the way.
Harry started to get adventurous, going higher on the dial. When she first planned this out after watching videos she didn’t think she would be one of those people that would want her pussy to be absolutely pounded into oblivion, but as the feeling kept building she realized that the faster the thrusts, the closer and closer the dragging feelings of pleasure got to each other.
Soon, she was up to six or seven, she had lost track. She was being completely stuffed full and the licking heat of her second orgasm was starting to climb from deep within her.
She turned it up one last time and there was almost no time at all between the sensations. They began to overlap and build and grow and all of a sudden Harry was flying off a cliff.
Instead of moaning she had lost her breath and gone completely silent. She could feel the blood pounding in her ears and she was inadvertently cutting off her own oxygen supply. She was squirting again but she could barely pay attention to that when her whole body was shaking uncontrollably and her abs wouldn’t stop contracting.
She had a white knuckle grip on the edge of the table and she had to focus every single last brain cell on releasing her right hand so she could turn the machine down. Instead of landing on one she turned it completely off, but her body had a mind of its own and she kept fucking herself back on the dildo as she rode out the aftershocks.
“Holy shit,” she breathed when she could finally string words together.
When she lifted her head, Louis was there, holding a straw to her lips, and she sipped the water gratefully.
“Again,” she managed to get out.
“The water or the machine?” Louis asked, stepping back out of Harry’s space.
Harry blushed thinking about how much she loved the full feeling she got from the bigger dildo.
“Do you have…” she was embarrassed to ask. “Do you have a bigger one?”
“Yes, I do,” Louis said as she put the water down. “ Do you want to stay on your hands and knees? Or flip over onto your back?”
Harry thought about it for a moment, unsure, and frankly unable to think.
“If you flip over I can restrap your hands and I’ve got stirrups for your feet. If you want that.”
Oh, God. Harry absolutely wanted that, she loved being restrained and there was something extra arousing about the stirrups and being stuck in them. “Yes, yeah. That. Okay.”
Louis quickly undid her wrist straps and had Harry lift her knees to take the cushion out. The table itself was padded but the extra padding meant that her knees weren’t screaming now.
As Harry took her time flipping over, her body still throbbing from the two orgasms, Louis flipped stirrups out from underneath the table and set them up. When Harry was in position Louis had her scooch all the way to the end of the table before putting her legs up.
She was already soaking wet from… well, everything, but she could feel herself actively start dripping as soon as her legs were up and she was even more exposed to the air.
Louis restrapped her hands farther down and placed the remote within reach. Harry actively couldn’t see the numbers on the dial now, she would have to do it by feel.
When Louis was done positioning Harry, she unhitched the attachment Harry had just used—which looked plenty big—before crossing to the cabinet and pulling out the next one.
Harry gulped. It was definitely more intimidating watching Louis set it up.
“You asked for a bigger one for a reason, love,” Louis said quietly. Harry’s nerves must have been showing on her face, but Louis was right. Harry asked for this. She wanted it.
Louis tilted the dildo down to line it up with Harry’s pussy and moved the machine closer. “I should probably put it in this time because you can't adjust on your own, Harry. Are you okay with me doing that? I still won’t touch you, just move the machine from all the way back here.”
“Yeah, okay.” She kind of wanted Louis to touch her, but this was Louis’ job and that wasn’t part of the agreement. Hell, she probably saw stuff like this all the time and wasn’t even the least bit turned on by it.
The lubed head of the new dildo pressed against her entrance.
God, it was huge.
Harry went a little breathless as it pressed about halfway inside her. She was stuffed to the gills, what would happen when it started moving?
“Turn it on the lowest setting for me please, love. I want to make sure it’s right.”
Harry fumbled with the remote at this new angle but managed to turn the dial to one. Shamefully, Harry realized as it started to move that it wasn't going deep enough.
She was well past shame at this point, though, even if it did make her feel a little bit of heat down in her belly embarrass herself like this. “Deeper,” she rasped out.
Louis responded by adjusting the arm and finally the monster dildo was hitting Harry right where she wanted it.
“There, yes,” she moaned, throwing her head back until she was looking at the ceiling instead. “Fucking give it to me.”
Louis didn’t respond, but Harry heard the tell-tale shuffling of her sitting back down.
Harry’s whole world was centered around her pussy and the feeling of being stuffed full each time the dildo bottomed out. The feeling never really left because the machine was positioned so that the head of the dildo never backed out far enough to leave her pussy. There was no relief, and Harry was strapped in and all she could do was take it.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized the machine was still on the first setting.
Harry dialed it up to two and keened as it started to really thrust. She fought against her restraints.
When she was comfortable again, she hit what she thought was probably three.
Then she tried four.
By five, tears were leaking steadily out of her eyes and she was being fucked within an inch of her life. Gone was the concept of hitting her g-spot. All she could feel was stimulation and after two orgasms, her whole body was like one single exposed nerve ending. Her senses were heightened, she could feel everything. The leather of the straps, the sweat beading on her skin, the metal of the stirrups, her tight nipples aching for stimulation, and her clit burning in the open air, fighting for attention.
Harry was pretty sure if there was a strong breeze across her clit she would be paralyzed by the pleasure.
The last thing she could feel was intangible. She could feel Louis’ eyes on her. Watching her.
Unable to resist any longer, Harry craned her neck up as far as she could with her hands bound the way they were unable to support her.
The very first thing she saw was Louis’ eyes zeroed in on her pussy, watching her.
The next thing she saw took her by surprise. The dildo was so big, she could see it move under the skin of her stomach at this angle.
“Holy fuck,” she said as she fell back down again. That had never been anything she was aroused by before but suddenly, she could feel her third orgasm building.
Taking a chance, she turned the dial higher.
The dildo was so big and the machine was fucking her so hard, her tits were bouncing and if she hadn’t been restrained she would be afraid of being fucked right off the table. She stayed in place though, at the mercy of the machine.
The third orgasm didn’t come on sharp and fast like the second one, it rolled towards her like a storm in the summer, charging the air, and thundering from miles away.
All Harry could do was let her body go lax and give herself over to it. The pleasure just built and built and built until it had nothing else to do but explode.
Harry could hear herself sobbing and moaning and felt herself thrashing on the table and her body was trying to squirt and squeeze that last little bit out of her, but it felt like an out of body experience.
She had just enough energy left to turn the dial slowly back down to one to ease herself out of the pleasure.
As soon as she was done twitching, she turned the machine all the way off. Once it stopped, and her body stopped trying to keep riding the dildo to chase the sensation, she heard Louis’ voice.
“What do you think, love?”
“Done,” Harry choked.
Louis immediately unstrapped her hands and feet and directed her to move up the table. The dildo dragged one last little aftershock out of her as she pulled herself off of it for the final time.
“Alright,” she said. “I’m going to leave now to let you get yourself up and dressed. There’s an en suite bathroom, so take as much time as you need, okay?”
Harry nodded.
“Verbal, love.”
What even were words?
“Okay.”
“Great,” Louis said before clearing her throat. The door beeped closed behind her a few seconds later.
Harry’s body had been through the ringer and it took her quite some time to stand up. When she did she could feel how sore she was. She was definitely going to need to sit in a warm bath for a while later that night.
She took her time cleaning herself up in the bathroom and drinking some water as Louis suggested so that the room would stop spinning.
Now that she was a little bit less fuzzy around the edges, Harry’s thoughts turned to Louis. She could see the wet stains on the floor from where she had squirted. They got uncomfortably close to Louis’ chair.
Louis said earlier that she was trained dom, at the very least Harry—who had never considered anything like this in her entire life—was thinking about booking a session with her, just to spend time with her and explore her kinks a little more. She clearly had a few.
And Louis was hot. Harry couldn’t help the little crush bubble that was beginning to form in her chest, but Louis had given absolutely no indication that it was mutual in any way.
Finally, Harry felt ready to leave the room. She followed the signs that pointed to the exit, and when she emerged into the reception area, the woman with the dark hair was still sitting at the desk.
Harry cleared her throat. “I, um, need to check out?”
The woman’s eyes widened for a split second and Harry realized she must look totally fucked out. Because she was.
“You’re all set,” the woman said.
“No, I only paid the deposit, I still have to pay the remainder,” Harry clarified, in case the woman’s records were incorrect.
“Nope,” the woman said, going back to her screen. “Your session has been paid for, and the deposit has been refunded.”
Harry’s jaw dropped. What?
“What?”
“You’re all set,” the woman said again as she pushed a business card across the desk towards Harry.
Louis Tomlinson
Client Experience Manager, Dom
Sin Boston
Even though there was an official email address and phone number printed, on the back of the card there was a hastily scribbled phone number.
Harry bit back a smile. “Um, thanks,” she said.
The woman didn’t even blink.
Harry turned down the hall to get to the lockers and return to reality. She would definitely be back.