During my stay at the gîte fétichiste, I did some crazy things that I'll never forget. It was expensive, but it was so good!
At the gîte fétichiste, they have a spanking machine. I asked them to lend it to me, which they gladly did on condition that they explained how it worked. Once they'd explained, they wished me ‘good luck’ and added: ‘and if you do a hard self-bondage, don't hesitate to let us know just in case. That way, if you miss, we can come and free you’.
As soon as Marc came out of the dungeon, the machine was installed and seemed to be saying ‘come and play with me’, so I pulled down my swimming costume and sat down on the spanking bench. At first, I put the machine on power ‘two’ to see what it would do. It was really too soft. So I turned it up to ‘five’ and that's when I really felt the difference, even though it wasn't hard. The strokes came regularly and, so that they weren't always in the same place on my buttocks, I turned it up slightly from time to time.
While the sensations were pleasant for a spanking enthusiast, being able to manage as I wished lacked charm. This freedom didn't really allow me to get into the pleasure bubble, it was a bit too ‘mechanical’ for me. I had to find a way of not being able to control this spanking machine to my heart's content. So self-bondage was the obvious solution.
The bent-over position was a bit painful for my former young man's knees... already well worn from years of hard work. So I decided to plan a self-bashing and self-spanking session lying on the bed in the love bedroom.
To do this, I moved their inquisition chair and fixed the spanking machine in an upright position.
Then I moved one of the bondage bracelets from their rather ‘special’ bed to restrain my ankles by forcing me to keep my legs together. For my wrists, I attached the handcuffs they also lent me when I arrived with the BDSM selbondage or fetish lock that lasts an hour. So, once I was shackled, I was sure to stay shackled for an hour.
To fine-tune the settings, I only really shackled my ankles and one wrist to one of the classic bondage bracelets attached to the bed in the LOVE bedroom. I had a bit too much leeway if I wanted to avoid a real spanking. So I corrected the settings before reaching into my freezer for the BDSM bondage lock.
Excited as hell, I put on my chastity cage and a not very big plug before taking the pair of breast clamps that are on loan from the dungeon. They're a bit hard but after a while it's bearable before it becomes pleasant. Equipped in this way, I climbed back onto the bed in the Love Room to get down on my knees and tie my ankles. That's when I did something stupid...
Determined to get a real spanking that would last, I put the machine on power ‘seven’ before programming five minutes.
As I lay on my stomach, tucked under the spanking machine's cane, my nipples, crushed by the breast clamps, rebelled a little.
For pleasure, I had wedged the magic wand between my thighs against the chastity cage. I quickly switched it on to divert my attention from my nipples.
After locking one of the handcuffs, I launched the buttock-killing machine and before I'd even had time to lock my second wrist, I sensed on the first stroke that it was going to be a bit hard for me.
Totally oblivious to my excitement, which was well counteracted by the vibrating chastity cage, without thinking any further, I closed the last handcuff on my right wrist. On the second stroke, which came almost immediately afterwards, I said to myself that I should have stayed on power ‘five’ because five minutes at power ‘seven’ was perhaps too much for me.
After a minute, my bottom was already on fire! Knowing that there were four more to go made me panic. I'd wanted to play and I'd had it. I wanted a real spanking that stung, and that was going to be beyond my expectations.
To try and get away a bit, I moved slightly to the side, but it was a mistake! The cane landed right on one buttock and bit far too hard on the side of the buttock. I quickly got back into position, too quickly because my pinched nipples took their revenge again.
I didn't cry during the spanking, but I almost did! On the other hand, at one point I was screaming, uselessly of course, but the machine didn't give a damn and turned a deaf ear.
The pain, which had become like a long-lasting burn, eventually subsided, and that's when it started to feel good. The blows became bearable, the vibrations of the magic against my chastity cage became divine, my anus reacted to the plug, in other words I was having a ball.
When the spanking machine stopped, I felt like I was sitting on an anthill. Lost in my targeted vibrations, I loved it, I was soaring, I was like on a cloud. I wiggled my lower abdomen against the magic wand massager in search of sensations. These movements had a slight effect on the plug located in the centre of a volcano (volcano = my buttocks became ultra hot).
After a while, I almost fell asleep in my shackles because I felt so good. I wasn't really asleep, I was hovering with my eyes closed. The magic's battery had given up the ghost when I got back to planet earth. I felt wet under my belly and I didn't really feel like I'd peed on the bed.
When I was able to free myself, I was reassured, I hadn't urinated but a lot had flowed from my sex and when I put my hands on my buttocks, I got scared! The cane had ended up hurting me. Blood had spilled.
I hurried to finish untying myself and took stock of the situation in front of the mirror in the Love Room. My buttocks were a blue colour, and in one place they'd been opened up a bit by the blows. That's when I called myself an idiot. I should have stayed on power five because my tests had only been carried out over short periods. So I'd overestimated my abilities and, more importantly, underestimated those of the machine on power ‘seven’ for five minutes.
I wasn't proud of myself because I could feel that the effects of this spanking were going to last, just like my nipples, which could barely stand the T-shirt. What's more, I couldn't go skinny-dipping in the pool if they came for a bath too. Otherwise they might laugh at me! (This never happened during my stay, they're so cool, they even looked after me).
For three days, I found all the chairs uncomfortable, as well as the seat in my car when I went sightseeing. But it's hard to believe that I'm a masochist and mentally ill. And why is that? Because I tried the spanking machine on the other side of my anatomy, but I stayed on power three AND removed the cane and replaced it with a fly swatter.
So I did some CBT on my own, but this time I was much more careful! !
To play this game, I trained myself lying on my back with my legs spread under the spanking machine. Except that I'd done a much longer test and set it to power ‘three’ even for the fly swatter. I loved it too and ended up cumming under the blows, which weren't very hard.
During my stay, I played other games and a space game organised by Marc. Before I left, I had to spend some more money, this time on my wallet. I bought a spanking machine, real handcuffs that don't open without a key and the magnetic lock and battery pack for self-bondage.
I've spent a bit of money, but with this equipment, I'll be able to indulge myself so much that I'll be able to go without restaurants and cinema for a month.
The end
Note from the author
We bought the spanking machine here and believe me, it does its job without mercy .....
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