Once all five inches were in, I felt again as it pulled itself out, spreading that lube all over my hole. The next push in felt a little easier, but i...t was still extremely painful as I continued to cry out. Once my Master felt comfortable with my progress, I watched him adjust the settings a bit, which in turn resulted in the pace of the machine picking up drastically. I was now being forcefully fucked by a machine while dressed up as a slut in some perverted man's basement with no way to. Or at least that's what I think he was doing. Then out of the blue he appears in the living room."Emily go get ready to go out, my mother has Clare it's all sorted, dress sexily we're going to have some fun. In one hour a car is coming to pick us up." and with that he went back up stairs.It is just after 10am so I have until 11. I wonder what he means by have some fun. He's always going on about me cuckolding him and trying to take pictures of me. I also know full well he talks to men online. Picturing her having sex with another man also gave me a feeling of weakness and was somewhat scary, yet intriguing.“I'll even let you paint your nails and wear your handcuffs and shackles,” she went on. Neither of these, like my wearing of women's panties and nightgowns, did she approve of.“How--how'd this come about?” I asked, feeling like the wind had been knocked out of me.“When I was redecorating his club room, I came across his collection of things, and the conversation grew from. 'This is your punishment for being late', Miss Beatty purred in her ear.Lauren's mind was racing. She was beside herself with emotion. The arousal in her came in waves. She would do anything Miss Beatty wanted. She didn't have a choice, and she loved it.Lauren's hair was being pulled back to the point where she was looking up towards the ceiling. She realized her skirt was being hiked up. Instinctively, she spread her legs slightly open. Oddly. she was pleased to be aware that she had worn some.