1. Cog in the Machine


    Date: 10/30/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: Sensei, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    She had long ago given up her name. Of course, the vanilla world insisted on her using it still, but at times like this she was 440-424-135. A machine somewhere on the Internet assigned that number to her at her request. It was who she was now to the extent that it mattered. She lived with her Master. He too had a name in the world, but using it herself would imply that she was an equal to him rather than his possession. She called him Master when they were with each other, and he called her Five for short. At the moment, she was in the antechamber - an empty room scarcely larger than a half-bath. It had no furniture, and its bare white walls held only two doors - an entrance and an exit. She knew where the exit lead and what awaited her on the other side. As she knelt naked on the cold concrete floor, she pondered her fate, as she did every time. When she first gave herself to her Master, he reveled in having his way with her. He tied her in sisal for hours at a time, he whipped her raw, he fucked her hard in every orifice... And she freely took everything he did to her until he could find nothing more. And still she wanted more. He knew her well enough to know that and treasured her enough to know that he had to give it to her. He had to find a way to use her until she was completely spent. His skills as an engineer showed him the way forward. And he persevered until his plan was ready. Every full moon she was given to the machine. The choice was his, but it was arbitrary ...
    - as was in keeping with the machine's arbitrary nature. And tonight was the night, and was why she found herself kneeling in the tiny room he built in which she would wait. At long last, the door in front of her opened and he was standing in front of her. He did not speak, and of course, she never spoke unbidden. No words were necessary in any case. She rose deftly to her feet and he turned and led her into the machine's inner sanctum. The machine was a maze of black iron pipe. Through the iron framework ran bundles of wires and hoses, secured to the framework with wire ties. There were hinges and other mechanical accouterment. She simply lacked the vocabulary to describe it, and he never explained the workings of the machine. It was unclear to her whether he intended to imbue into the machine a personality by preserving the mystery, but for her own part, she was torn: she knew that the machine was autonomous - all her Master did was place her in it and start it - that gave it a sort of life of its own for her, but it had no mercy, no feelings. It did what it did with her and to her for no reason other than because it was made to do. Her Master led her to the side of the machine. He stood her with her back to the machine. On either side of her next to each limb was an echo of her limb in stainless steel. Each was in the form of a very wide cuff. On the back of the cuff was a piano hinge, and on the front was a clasp. Each cuff was wide enough to encompass almost the entire ...
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