Petalflap’s Pleasure Machines

by seafaring_sunflower (ao3)

Chapter 1: Welcome to Petalflap's Pleasure Machines

When I walked through the door of Petalflap’s Pleasure Machines I only had a vague idea of what I was looking for. I knew I was there for a good time. I didn’t mind much how I got there. Luckily for me she had a range of cogs that serviced an even wider range of kinks.

As I walked through the door, the sound of a high-pitched bell welcomed me. Peaches Petalflap, sitting behind the counter with her feet propped up, looked up from her book. Her eyes traveled me up and down as she stood to greet me.

“Morning. How can I help you?” She said with a devious smile.

“I saw your ad in the newspaper. You promise a good time and I’d like to take you up on it.” I replied. It had been such a long time since I felt any kind of satisfaction in the bedroom. I was desperate for the slightest bit of pleasure. Petalflap’s Pleasure Machines seemed like the perfect solution.

“Oh you’ll have a wonderful time.” She reassured me. “I’ll have you sign some paperwork and we’ll get you started.” She plopped a clipboard on the desk. A few waivers were pinned to the board. Without a second thought, I grabbed a pen from the nearby cup and scribbled my name down.

“I like you.” She stated bluntly. “Confident. You’ll need that here.” Peaches pulled another document from behind the desk and set it on the counter for me. It was a list of random words.

“Safe words. Pick one and remember it. Whenever you feel uncomfortable, say your word and the machines with immediately power down. I’ll get notified at the front desk and come to bail you out.”

I gazed at all safe words. Each seeming too goofy for actual use. Eventually I settled on “gag training.” If I had to pick something off the wall of pre-written words I may as well pick something that sounded vaguely sexual. I scribbled it down on the form and returned the clipboard to Peaches. She looked down at my choice and began typing into her computer.

“Got your safe word in the system.” Her eyes met mine. There was a deathly seriousness in her expression now. “If at any point whatsoever you want the cog to stop, say the word. Scream it if you have to. The moment the word leaves your lips the cog will immediately freeze. I’ll be notified with an alarm in the system, and I’ll come get you out of whatever situation you’re in. No questions asked and no judgement given. Do you understand?”

I nodded. Peaches must have seen the concern plastered on my face.

“Don’t worry. Despite what it may seem like, you are in control the entire time. These cogs work for us.” She stood and came around to my side of the desk. “Follow me.”

I followed her into a nearby room. It was bare of decoration and scarce in furniture. At the end of the small room was a bench with a wardrobe next to it. The room also had a small shower and sink stocked with what looked like typical hotel toiletries.

“Put everything on you in the wardrobe. Every bit of clothing and jewelry. Anything removable. Remove it.” Peaches said while she looked me up and down, as if she was undressing me with her eyes.

“Every bit? I’m going to walk around the building naked?” I protested, suddenly self-conscious.

“Listen, sweet cheeks,” Peaches replied smugly, “you and me are the only two toons here. No one is going to see you except for me and those lifeless, thoughtless cogs. And you don’t have to worry about any judgement from me. I’ve been doing this job a long time. There’s nothing I haven’t seen. Trust me. And besides,” she started, taking a step back and motioning down the rest of the hallway. There were four closed doors on either side with one large door at the end of the hallway. Nine rooms in total. “You’re only going up and down this hallway here. No windows. See? No one from the outside will be able to see or hear you.”

I sighed. If I wanted to experience this, I was going to just have to get over myself and embrace it.

“The shower is free for you to use or ignore. But you’ll probably want to clean yourself up after everything is said and done.” Peaches winked at me and left me to undress. “Step out when you’re ready.” She called from the other side of the door.

***
“Take a look at the sign posted outside of each door.” Peaches explained as I stood with my arms crossed, failing to disguise my awkwardness. “Pick your favorite, step in, and shut the door. The experience starts when the door latches.”

I sighed deep and gazed down the long hallway. Nine doors. Four on each side and one massive maroon door at the end of the hallway. Time to consider my choices.

Chapter 2: Sellbots: The Mingler

“The Mingler services the more… sensitive types. Take your time here. Enjoy it. She’s my personal favorite.” Peaches remarked before closing and locking the door.

I stepped forward into the dark room. A single light dangling from the ceiling illuminated a low platform in the middle of the room. I took a few more steps forward. The room was freezing cold, my bare feet ached against the freezing concrete floor.

I approached the low platform to find a Mingler, laid flat on her back and staring at the nothingness above her. Her lower half was bolted down to the platform with perfectly shaped steel beams. The giant bolts gave me some sense of security. Her arms were unobstructed, but flat at her side.

I stared at her for a long moment, unsure of exactly how I was supposed to start. I approached her carefully. I was inches away when she slowly turned her head. Her eyes met mine. I gasped. She was much more aware than I expected for a cog. The cog’s lips began to vibrate. Her smile widened as we stared at each other.

I straddled myself over her face. Her head followed the movement of my lower half. Her mouth now directly underneath me. I hovered there for a long moment, my pussy desperate for the sensation, but nervous about how to get there. That’s when I saw the faint outlines of buttons on the Mingler’s right temple. I locked eyes with the cog as I brushed my finger against the bottom button. I pressed. Her lips slowed slightly. I kept pressing until she moved no more than needed for a whisper.

Our pupils were locked as I lowered myself onto her. Her lips were agonizingly cold, but I couldn’t pull myself off once my skin made contact with her metal. It felt as if her lips molded to the shape of my pussy, fitting perfectly in all the right places. She massaged my clit so delicately. I sat for slow rounds of gentle pleasure. I found myself grinding against her touch, desperate for more.

I closed my eyes, wanting to focus fully on the sensation. My hand drifted towards the buttons. I wanted more. Delicately, I pressed the top button. The Mingler intensified underneath me ever so slightly. But I needed more. So much more. I started pressing the button rapidly, each click beckoning a new wave of pleasure as she sped up the intensity of her vibrations.

I finally settled on the perfect setting. Not too slow to tease, but not too fast to cause flood. Perfect to ride forever. I grinded harder on her face, every orgasm pushing me further and further over the edge. I couldn’t help but try and squeeze my legs shut overtop of her. Her solid cheeks forced me to stay open. My pussy throbbed with wild abandon.

I brought my hands to my nipples, massaging and pinching them, trying desperately to extract every ounce of pleasure I could. I was overwhelmed with all the sensations. Oh god how could I leave this paradise of never-ending bliss. It wasn’t anywhere near over and I was already dreading its end.

I need more.

Greedily, I pressed the button again. This time her hands reached up to grab my legs. She pressed my legs tight against her, immobilizing me. I tried to wriggle, but I didn’t have much room to move. No matter how far I pulled my aching vagina was always in her reach. I should have been afraid, but another wave of excitement surged through me. Now I’m trapped. I can ride this train forever and ever off into the horizon of endless orgasms.

Then her lips parted, spreading me open ever so slightly. I let out a moan as her tongue slithered between my folds and found its way inside my vagina. She devoured me with the appetite of a goddess. I had had a few well experienced girlfriends in my life, but I had never been eaten out with such mastery.

My back began to arch, my pussy lifting slightly, pulling me away from the cog’s heavenly touch. In an instant, the Mingler’s hands released my legs and were firmly planted on my hips. She pushed me back down onto her. A guttural moan escaped me at the shock of her hard touch.

She squeezed my hips, sending a ticklish jolt down to my already exploding pussy. I wriggled wildly, instinct telling me to get away, but my greedy clit gasped for more. More. MORE.

Her thumbs extended down to my clit. She began rubbing torturously slow circles around it. I absolutely melted on top of her. My upper half slouched over, unable to tolerate the pleasure any longer. I was a whimpering mess, incapable of coherent thought.

I had made a sweet wet mess in her mouth, but it didn’t seem to slow her down in the slightest. I was caught in a tsunami of orgasms, one after another each more powerful than the last. My whole body jerked with every wave of pleasure. My pussy throbbed so hard I didn’t think it would ever return to normal again.

Clumsily, I hunched myself over her, stretching to reach the buttons on the side of her head. I mashed the decrease button with a mourning moan. I didn’t want it to end, but if I didn’t stop now, I’d be addicted to this feeling forever.

Slowly, her hands released my hips and returned to her sides, releasing me from her cold grasp.

By the time it was all over I was burning hot and exhausted.

I stumbled off the platform, falling to my hands and knees on the cold concrete. I collected my breath as I tried to push myself up off the ground. I made my way towards the door. My pussy was entirely numb. My legs trembled with every step.

Finally, I reached the door. I rested a hand on the wall. I turned back to the Mingler. She watched as I leaned against the wall, my other hand cupping my still throbbing pussy.

Slowly, she raised one hand and crunched her fingers together in a wave. Her smile expanded, my cum spilling out of the side of her mouth like a natural stream.

“Yes.” I said, breathlessly. My hand fell from the wall, the button left inactivated. My answer to an unspoken question.

I sauntered back to the Mingler. She watched every step carefully. Her eyes followed mine as I straddled my throbbing dripping pussy over her vibrating lips. With my fingers teasing my nipples, I lowered myself onto her again.

Chapter 3: Sellbots: Mr. Hollywood

“Embrace your hopelessness. Makes it feel so much better.” Peaches teased and swiftly shut the door. The sound of the lock echoed through the room. I turned back to Mr. Hollywood, who now stood in front of the chair.

He sat at the far end of the room, beautifully shirtless on a black leather chair at the far end of the room. There was a sultry expression on his face and a bulge in his suit pants. I whipped around to face Peaches, who was already halfway out the door.

“Don’t forget your safe word!” Peaches called from the other side of the door. As her footfalls retreated down the hallway, Mr. Hollywood began moving towards me. One calculated step after another I watched with a mix of terror and excitement as the cog closed the gap between us.

I froze.

He stopped a mere inch from me. Sparks of excitement began to flutter up my spine as I timidly brought my gaze up to his.

Before I realized what was happening, my back was flush against the door and his hand was clasped around my neck. Instinctively, I brought my hands to his in an attempt to pry his hand away. His grip wasn’t tight enough to restrict airflow, but it was firm enough to keep me immobilized. Slowly, he dragged me up the wall. As he brought me up to eye level, a devious grin spread across his face.

My resistance died when one of his big cold fingers slipped inside me. A soft moan escaped my lips as my body became rigid under the shock. He held it there for a long moment, the tension in my body melted as I gave into the sensation.

He began to thrust is finger inside me with a steady momentum. I let out a deep sigh. His thumb brushed my clit as he inserted another finger inside. His thrusting picked up speed and I began to bounce slightly with his movement.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I pulled my hands away from his grip on my neck. Before I could even begin toying with my nipples, he ripped his hand from my throat, snatched my wrist away from my breast, and slammed it against the wall above my head.

I locked eyes with him as he pulled his hand out of my vagina and slammed my other wrist above my head. He leaned in close next to my head.

“Your pleasure belongs to me.” He snarled in my ear.

Without a second to spare, he tightened his hold on my wrists and dragged me to the center of the room. My pussy ached in the absence of his fingers. As he pulled me behind him, I tightened my legs together in a flailing attempt to keep up the momentum he built inside me.

Above me, I heard chains clanging together. He pulled me up, clamping my wrists in suspended shackles. Just as quickly as he slammed the restraints shut, he dropped me. I wheezed as I hit the floor. He stormed to the far side of the room.

Recognizing my chance, I shot my bound hands to my clit. My fingertips had barely brushed my skin when I was yanked into the air. I cried out in disappointment.

Frantically, I searched for him. The edges of the room were so dark, and I was beyond desperate. Behind me, I heard his heavy footfalls followed by what sounded like a metal pipe dragging across the floor.

Shockwaves rippled through my body as one of his giant hands clamped around my hip, stabilizing me in the air. He pushed the metal pipe against the back of my knee and quickly whipped a rope around them, tying me to the freezing metal. The end of the rope skimmed my yearning clit as he worked the knot.

After securing one knee, he pulled the inside of my other leg out, stretching me open. He tied my legs wide. Once both knees were immobilized, he stood in front of me. I looked down on him as I flailed my legs, trying to work my thighs closer together.

Without breaking my gaze, he placed both hands on my hips and dragged my pussy to his face. He was mere millimeters away from my throbbing desperation.

“Your pleasure belongs to me.” His breath caressed my clit in a cruel whisper.

He let go. I swung helplessly back and forth as he disappeared in the margins of the room.

I hung there for what felt like years. All I could hear was the sound of my own wild breath as all the pleasure from my pussy evaporated. I kicked my legs again, trying to close my thighs around my displayed vulnerability.

Without warning, the cog approached from behind and slapped one hand over my mouth and another over my pussy. I yelped in surprise.

“Don’t you dare cum without permission.” He growled into the back of my neck.

I whimpered. His grip tightened.

“Do you understand?” He demanded. He pushed my head back and forth in a forced nod. “Good.”

I could hear the maniacal grin on his face.

His hand remained firm over my mouth. With his other hand, he slid the tip a finger into my vagina. I couldn’t help but moan into his palm. My legs flailed as I silently begged for him to go deeper.

Slowly, painfully slowly, he slid his finger further. When his knuckle reached the edge of my pussy he stopped. I heaved my breaths and flexed my vagina, desperately trying to rub myself against the small bump of his knuckle.

His hand slid from my mouth and traveled down to one of my nipples. Open-mouthed I gasped for air. I yelped as he pinched my aroused nipple with his hard metal fingers.

He inserted another finger inside me, earning another exasperated moan.

“Not. Without. Permission.” He reminded me. The bluntness of his voice sent shockwaves up my spine.

I half-mindedly replied “Mhm.” having no real intent to commit to whatever game he was playing. I came here to get fucked senseless, not to get denied my pleasure.

He worked up a real momentum, thrusting at a decent pace now. My chest heaved. I stretched my legs down, grasping for the tsunami of joy he was whipping up inside me. But right as I was approaching the peak…

He ripped his fingers out of me.

“No!” I cried. I pumped my legs up and down with as much force as I could muster, trying desperately to revive the wave from its hard crash. He began circling me, his hands on his hips. A diabolical laugh began to bubble from deep in his chest.

“You are an eager one.” He stated knowingly. “Perhaps you need a better understanding of the consequences.” I heard his footsteps fade behind me. I looked over my shoulder, straining the boundaries of my vision. I couldn’t see him.

I registered the sound before the sting. I screamed as what felt like an explosion erupted on my lower stomach. Suddenly he stood in front of me, a leather riding whip smacking against his palm. My eyes watered at the pain, but I refused to let him see me cry.

“You hold your tears beautifully.” He said softly. He traced the outline of my breasts with the tip of the crop. “You are perfectly capable of holding your cum the same. Yes?”

“Uh huh” I sighed defeatedly.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes.” I dropped my head.

“Good.” He brought the crop to my throbbing pussy. First, he brushed the leather against my clit. I tensed my muscles, anticipating the smack. When it came, it took everything in me not to scream. I threw my head up, focusing on the ceiling. He tenderly brought crop to my neck, gently running the leather down the middle of my chest and further down again to my clit. I looked down and met his gaze.

He pushed the crop between my breasts as he began rubbing my clit with his other hand. I let out a deep exhale. The mix of softness and cruelty left my mind in shambles.

Neither of us waivered in our eye contact. His gaze was like steel as he went from rubbing my clit to slipping three fingers inside my vagina. My jaw dropped involuntarily as I fought to keep my composure.

“Don’t you dare.” He warned as he began pumping his fingers with increasing speed.

I twitched my hips, hoping the movement would disrupt his rhythm. My breath picked up pace. It was coming. I knew I couldn’t stop it.

“Hold it.” He demanded, keeping his momentum.

I closed my eyes. I was hurtling towards the peak of my orgasm. Sensing this, he tapped the crop against my chest, reminding me of the risk.

“Please.” I whimpered. “Please, please, please.” I begged breathlessly.

“No.” He stated coldly.

I tensed every muscle in my vagina, throwing up the floodgates and hoping they’d hold. I fought against the metal bar between my legs, straining to bring my knees closer together. The rope held firm, preventing even the slightest budge.

In a last-ditch effort, I bent my knees back as far as I could get them, allowing my legs to close only a hair. I threw my head back behind my arms, preparing to shield myself as much as I could from the incoming blow.

I felt myself approaching the peak. I held my breath and focused all my energy on squeezing my eyelids shut as hard as I could manage. The resistance made my orgasm a dull hill. Passing with hardly a drop of pleasure. But it was only the beginning. As he continued pumping I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold it together.

“I- I can’t hol-” I began.

The crop felt like lightning across my bare skin. His thrusting was unrelenting as he smacked my breasts and stomach. I let out a guttural moan, dropping my legs back down.

Fuck it. I thought. I decided in that moment to embrace it. The pain would just have to be a bonus instead of a punishment. I moaned as I let myself orgasm in full. To hell with his commands.

High on the euphoria, I moaned and flailed and cried as I came harder than I ever have. Every whip and smack sent me further and further over the edge.

He ripped his drenched fingers out of me. “You want to cum so bad?” He snarled. “Fine.” He forcefully grabbed the bar between my legs and pulled me towards him. He shoved his entire balled fist into my vagina. An agonizing moan escaped me as he twisted his fist inside me. He began pumping violently.

“Yes. Yes!” I called out, finally claiming the collection orgasms that he had repeatedly stolen from me. “Yesssssss” I let out in a long moan. As he thrusted, he brought the crop down repeatedly on my back and my ass. I embraced every smack, enjoying the rush of adrenaline from each strike.

Again, he ripped himself out of me. I laughed breathlessly, victoriously, as he circled behind me. He grabbed my hips from behind and inserted his entire fist into my vagina again. He thrusted harder than ever before, earning longer and deeper moans from me as I triumphantly rode every orgasm. One after another. Pleasure mounted on pleasure mounted on pleasure.

I felt myself begin to slow down. But as the euphoria wore off, he kept a steady pace.

“Oh,” I sighed heavily. “Oh, that was…” but he showed no signs of slowing down. My pleasurable moans turned into gasps of exasperation. “Oh, please that’s enough.”

“Your pleasure belongs to me.” He growled. I kicked and screamed, but the orgasms wouldn’t stop. “This is what you wanted. Remember?” He said in a low grumble.

He kept thrusting, and I kept falling farther and faster over the edge of endless orgasms. At one point I felt like I had lost control of my entire body. I was nothing but a husk of equal parts pleasure and pain. My jaw fell open and I couldn’t get it to close again. Back-to-back moans and sharp inhales forced it to remain agape as I bore the brunt of his force.

My mind had gone almost entirely blank. No thoughts could break through the intense sensations. I lost track of time, feeling like I had been hanging there for days. The shape of his fist felt like it had been imprinted on my cervix. Like it had been a part of me all along, delivering endless waves of orgasms.

After what must have been hours, he pulled his fist out. It sounded like a waterfall had erupted onto the floor. The result of hours of relentless pleasurable torture pooled beneath me. My eyes rolled back into my head. I panted heavily. My heart felt like it was going to race out of my chest.

In two quick motions, he cut the rope behind my knees. The metal bar clattered to the ground and he kicked it away as he sauntered to the edge of the room. My legs dropped limply. I hung there exhausted, both mentally and physically.

In the next moment I was on the floor, my elbows and knees drenched in my own cum. My hands were still cuffed, but the chain laid loosely on the floor around me. I lost all sensation in my pussy. My legs were the closest they had been in hours, and I felt nothing but numb.

He approached in front of me and knelt down slowly. With the edge of the crop, he pushed my chin up. Meeting his gaze, he said softly “Your pleasure belongs to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” I exhaled, mindlessly mesmerized by him now. “Yes.”

He unclamped my wrists and stepped aside, opening a straight path to the door. I placed one foot on the floor, attempting to stand, but my legs were useless. Slowly, I dragged myself towards the door. When I finally reached it, I used the handle to pull myself up.

I stood shakily, both hands on the door handle. I looked back at Mr. Hollywood. He stood exactly where I left him. The crop held firmly against his leg.

I turned my entire body, leaning my back against the door. “My pleasure belongs to you.” I whispered.

Another villainous grin spread across his face. With a sharp turn, he strode towards me, the crop smacking the palm of his hand the whole way. I straightened myself against the door. He clamped one hand around my neck.

“Your pleasure belongs to me.”

Chapter 4: Bossbots: Corporate Raider

“The Corporate Raider is equal parts professional and pleasurable. A little give and take. But let me tell you now, you’ll be taking a lot more than you’re giving.” Peaches said, closing the door behind her.

When I turned around, I was met with a boring gray staircase leading up to some non-descript gray door. The room was freezing cold. Hugging my arms to my chest, I crept up the staircase. When I reached the door, I took a deep breath and turned the handle.

In the middle of the room was a long dark oak desk covered in piles of paperwork and disorganized office supplies. A single desk lamp illuminated the Corporate Raider on the other side of the desk. He sat in a gigantic red leather chair as he diligently scribbled away on some paperwork. When I entered the room, he glanced up at me, as if I had interrupted some important bureaucratic task.

His eyes traveled up and down my body as he set the fountain pen back in the ink well. A cold grin crept across his face. Without taking his gaze from my shivering frame, he rose from the desk and slowly made his way behind me. I didn’t dare move. He shut the office door hard then turned to tower over me.

Once he was square at my back, I felt his two broad hands come down on my shoulders. The sudden contact made me jump. He massaged my shoulders hard, pressing deep into the muscle. Then his hands smoothly traveled down my arms and rested on my hips for a moment.

I released myself from my huddled hug and brought my hands to my breasts. As I massaged my own fingers into the tissue, he skimmed down the length of my spine with his hard knuckles. With one hand he caressed my ass, spreading his fingers lightly across my cheeks. I shivered.

He traced his hand back up my spine and gently pushed down on my upper back, moving me closer to the desk. Just as smoothly, he took both my arms and guided them to the top of the desk. He held me there for a long moment with the palms of his hands pressing mine to the wood. Then he traced his hands back over me and finally to his own belt. He unzipped the zipper of his pants like a slow tease. I spread my legs ever so slightly, the anticipation pooling inside of me.

He rested one hand gently on my hip. The other hand drifted to my clit. With two cold metal fingers, he rubbed circles around my throbbing desperation. I brought my hand up to my nipple. He paused and guided it back down to the desk.

He took his hand off my hip and cupped one of my breasts. He held me there as he guided the head of his cock over my clit. I shifted my feet closer together, trying to take advantage of the little he was giving me. He paused and then used his own feet to spread my legs out again.

Slowly, he inserted his tip, but it didn’t go far. He froze once the entire head was wrapped in my warmth. I shifted back, inviting him further inside. He pulled out and pressed his stomach down on my back, pushing my breasts to the table.

His patchwork stubble brushed the side of my cheek as he whispered “Patience.” into my ear so softly it sent tingles down my scalp. I responded with a dissatisfied whimper.

Still on top of me, he toyed with my clit again, slower this time. After a few agonizing minutes he finally re-inserted the tip. He held it there for a long moment. As if he was testing how much patience I actually had. I bit my bottom lip hard, trying to distract myself from my desperation.

He placed both of his hands on top of mine. Then pushed his thighs hard against the back of my legs, fully pinning me to the desk. Just as I was about to lose my mind, his tip began slowly spinning inside me.

I tried to ball my hand into a fist, but his fingers were laced in between mine. I let out a long and shallow moan. I writhed my hips in a vain attempt to steal more of what little he was offering. In response he pushed against me harder, consequently sending his dick deeper into me. His tip continued to massage my concealed sensitivity.

He let out a soft chuckle as I melted around him. His fingers tightened around mine as he began to give me short, frustratingly slow, thrusts. I breathed heavy as he built my orgasm thrust by glorious thrust.

My desperate huffs increased with his rapidly accelerating movement. He started at a torturous pace, but had worked himself up to a quicker, harder, momentum. I let out a long moan has he shoved his dick deep into me and paused. His tip continued to spin as my pussy molded to the rest of his thick shaft.

His big arms squeezed my shoulders as my pleasure exploded around him. With another soft, devious, chuckle he began thrusting again, this time with his entire length. Again, he started slow and built up to an unimaginable momentum.

My entire body slammed against the desk with every thrust. I shrieked as he kept going faster and faster and faster. It was as if I was being fucked by a drill. The tip massaged my entire passage, paving way for his cold hard shaft every centimeter every millisecond.

My knees buckled, but his tight press against my body stopped me from completely melting to the floor. Orgasms ruptured inside of me in quick succession.

Without warning, he lightened the squeeze on my thighs and shoulders then ripped himself out of me. My knees hit the front of the desk as I released a thick waterfall on the cold floor. I dropped my head, panting hard against the wood desktop. His fingers laced tightly around mine were the only anchors that held me to the desk.

One after the other, he brought his big hands under my arm pits and picked up my limp body. He turned me around and then sat me on the top of the desk. The sudden pressure on my pussy made me jump. Lazily, I leaned back, letting my hand float involuntarily to toy with my throbbing clit.

Gently, he swung me from the desk into his arms. I laid one arm around his neck while I continued to play with myself with the other. He walked me over to the other side of the desk and set me down in his big red leather chair.

He took my legs and laid them each over the long arm rests, leaving me wide and open. He kneeled between me. Tenderly, he wrapped one hand around my wrist and moved it away from my warm clit. I sighed and watched carefully as he reached for his glass on top of the desk.

He brought the glass of amber liquid to his lips, took a short sip, and placed the glass back down on the desk. He looked me in the eye as he removed one of the long ice cubes. He dropped my wrist and brought it to my clit. With two fingers he slowly spread my skin.

My entire lower body twitched at the shocking cold. I whimpered and moaned relentlessly as he dragged the ice cube masterfully around the core of my arousal. Slowly, he traced laps around my clit and the inner lip of my dripping pussy.

After minutes of teasingly freezing my clit, he slowly pushed what was left of the cube inside of me. I let out a deep inhale as he stuck his finger all the way inside. I felt the ice rapidly melt in my heat, dripping out in a mixture heavy with my own cum. I held my breath as he pulled his finger out. He flicked my clit on the way out, sending a jolt up my lower back. He puffed out of his nose and smiled as I laid limply in the chair. He admired me for a moment, his little exhausted desk toy.

He ran his hands over my legs and placed them on the underside of my thigh, holding me up slightly. He brought his face close to my throbbing neediness. Ever so gently, he began to plant little kisses on my clit. I exhaled long and slow as he began to dine on the mess he had made of me.

He skillfully flicked his tongue between my folds and lapped up my concoction of cum and lust. My hands made their way to his head. I pulled him closer to me as he devoured what little I had left to offer.

He coaxed a few more delicate orgasms from me, all the while I whined and whimpered. Again, what began as a slow tease became increasingly more intense. His mouth moved faster as I helplessly twitched and writhed under him.

Suddenly, he ripped his hands from the undersides of my thighs and pinned my hips to the chair. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around his head, desperately squeezing out the gaps between us. The added pressure on my lower stomach made the orgasms even more intense. I felt like I was losing control of my entire body as wave after wave washed through me with unyielding force. At some point my lower half went entirely numb. I could feel nothing but the eruptions of pleasure melting out of me.

Eventually, he slowed, leaving me a shivering mess of numbness and cum. I took a few deep breaths, bringing myself back to reality.

Calmly, he rose and approached the door. He opened it like a gentleman and looked back at me expectantly. I peeled myself from the chair and walked unsteadily around to the other side of the desk. I looked down at the staircase below. Instead of descending, I turned back to the desk, carefully pulled myself back on top of it, and spread my legs for him.

A knowing grin spread across his face as he shut the door hard.

Chapter 5: Bossbots: Big Cheese

“Ah, the big cheese. Not the most popular but certainly enjoyed by those looking for a little extra laugh boost. Don’t forget to have fun.” Peaches offered a sly smile before making her way back down the hallway.

I stepped into the room to find the Big Cheese standing in front of an upside-down Y shaped table. He stepped aside and motioned towards the table, inviting me to display myself for him. Cautiously, I moved forward. When I reached the table, I turned to face him. Gently, he gripped my hips and set me up on the table softly.

As I sat, waiting, he approached a wall that was adorned with various types of tools. It looked like the wall of a dominatrix’s warehouse. I scanned the inventory. Nothing out of the ordinary I supposed. But then my eyes landed on the paint brushes. Perhaps this was the warehouse wall of a dominatrix that does art on the side. Excitement began to pool in my lower stomach. I quietly giggled to myself as he returned with a rope in his hand. I scooted myself further up the bench, trying to get a bit comfortable on the unnatural shape beneath me.

Just as carefully as he set me up on the table, he gently pushed me down on the wood, positioned my arms to a point above my head, and spread both of my legs. I took a deep breath as he began tying me down. As if securing a precious treasure, his knots were firm and strategic.

After securing the final knot, he took a step back and fixed his gaze on me. I shifted my body weight, testing the restraints. I wasn’t going anywhere. I couldn’t stop the smile spreading across my lips. He moved closer. I stretched my neck down slightly and watched as he kneeled between my open legs. His eyes were fixed on mine as he used two fingers to spread my pussy, exposing my helpless clit.

I felt the light caresses of a soft brush skim my skin. I sighed hard and glanced back at the wall. There was a gap in the wall where the brushes had been. I bit my lower lip hard as he dragged the bristles tantalizingly slow up and down the sides of my throbbing clit. I let out a small whimper as the little hairs barely grazed the middle. My toes stretched as the smallest dribble of cum slipped out of me.

As he dragged one brush around my throbbing desperation, I felt another slide lightly across my lower stomach. I let out a small giggle. My giggles grew into full belly laughs as he dragged the second brush up and down the sides of my torso.

After a few minutes the sensation stopped, and I heard both brushes clatter to the floor. He rose between my legs. Both of his hands darted to my sides. His fingers began ruthlessly massaging my exposed weakness. I couldn’t stop laughing. My body fought against the rope as I involuntarily tried to roll myself into a ball. I could do nothing but laugh and take it.

Eventually, he slowed. He dragged his hands all the way down my sides and rested them on my hips for a moment as he stared at me. While I laid there, trying to catch my breath, he stepped away from the table. From the peripherals of my vision, I saw him return with a long rod attached to a stand. I couldn’t see the entire device from my position.

But I knew exactly what was about to happen when I heard the low murmur near my clit.

I inhaled sharp as he carefully positioned the vibrator against my clit. It barely skimmed my skin. I let out a disappointed grunt, wishing it was mere centimeters closer to me.

Suddenly, I felt one of his metal fingers trace up the sole of my foot. I gave a short shriek at the unexpected sensation. The next thing I knew, he was kneeling by my foot and pulling my toes back, forcing the arch of my foot wide open.

My deep exhale brought my entire lower half down, pushing myself slightly closer to the vibrator. The merciless tickling on my soles mixed with the quick hits of the vibrator against my clit scrambled my brain. My body couldn’t decide if it wanted to moan, laugh or scream. I ended up producing some wild mixture of all three.

The laughs and squeals and shrieks pooled in my lungs, blocking air from getting in or out. In a moment of instinctual clarity, I realized I was suffocating. Screams of pleasure quickly transformed into fearful tears racing down my cheeks. I clamped my eyes shut and took a giant gulp of breath, trying to force myself to block out the overwhelming amount of sensations.

“G-g-g-a-ag.” I wheezed. “Gag training!” I finally managed. Instantly the Big Cheese froze. I let out a long and exhausted sigh. For the first time I appreciated what it felt like just to breathe.

Just as I was beginning to get control of my breathing again, Peaches burst into the room. She flicked a panel open on the back of the cog’s head, punched in some sort of code, and then brought her attention to me.

The Big Cheese rose and calmly walked to the corner of the room. Tears streamed down my face as Peaches sliced the ropes. The moment I was free, I brought my legs together and sat up.

“Don’t get up too fast, just sit for a minute.” Peaches said. All I wanted was for her to hold my hand and reassure me that I was not suffocating. I noticed that she made a point not to touch me. I reached out for her. Instantly, she took my hand in hers and kneeled in front of me. “You okay?” she asked concern plastered all over her face.

I nodded, continuing to focus on my breathing. “I’m okay.” I eventually managed. “I just- it was going so fast, and I couldn’t breathe and-”

“Hey.” Peaches interrupted. “You don’t owe me an explanation.” She said, patting my hand. “Do you wanna call it quits here for today?”

I thought about it for a moment. I was having a great time. Well, until I wasn’t. I glanced over at the Big Cheese. He stood against the wall of toys, expressionless. I sighed. I looked back at Peaches. “I want to try again.”

“Okay.” She replied. “Do you want to do anything different? What would make you more comfortable.”

I thought about it. I loved being tied down. The restraints heightened the sensations. But maybe they were too restrictive. Maybe if I could have more control of my body, I could have more control of my breathing.

“Would it be possible to skip the bondage?” I asked shyly. I wasn’t sure if it was disrespectful to request changes be made to the machines and experiences she had meticulously designed. But she was the one that asked after all.

“Of course.” She responded swiftly. “Of course you can.” She walked to the Big Cheese, turned him around and accessed the panel in the back of his head. After some button punching, she looked back at me. “Want to keep using that Y table or do you want something flatter? I have some spare mattresses.”

“A mattress sounds great.” I replied. Without hesitation, Peaches sped out of the room and came back with a queen-sized fluffy mattress. She plopped it on the floor. “Not the most glamorous I guess.” She remarked. “But it’ll do just fine. If you’re okay with it of course.”

“It’ll do.” I said. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me. Just doing my job.” Peaches smiled. “Mr. Cheese over there has been activated again, when you’re ready, invite him over and you two can get back to it.” She finished, cooly slipping out the door.

I looked back at the Big Cheese and dropped myself on the mattress. He approached cooly. I laid down on my back as he climbed on top of me. I draped my arms around his neck, curious to see what he would do next.

With no hesitation, his hands darted to my arm pits. I squealed and snapped my arms closed. My playful resistance didn’t slow him down in the slightest. My legs flailed as I shrieked with joy.

Without warning, he slid his dick into my exposed pussy. The tickling momentarily slowed as he welcomed himself into me. I let out a satisfied moan, accepting his full length repeatedly. As he began thrusting, his hands traveled back down to my sides. I started giggling, knowing his next move.

I writhed under his touch as he tickled me endlessly. I squealed and squirmed as I came again and again and again, laughing through every orgasm.

After a while, he slowed and eventually plopped on the mattress next to me. I laid there, catching my breath. I got up, preparing to leave. I only made it a few steps away from the mattress before turning around. The Big Cheese was sitting up now, watching me go.
I glanced over at the wall of toys and thought of all the possibilities. I approached the wall, passing the Y table and vibrator stand on the way over. I stopped and plucked the vibrator off the stand.

Confidently, I approached the Big Cheese, still reclining on the mattress. I straddled myself over him. I took one of his hands and brought it to my hip. With his other hand, I placed the vibrator in his palm and wrapped his fingers around it.

I giggled as devious smiles spread across both of our faces.

Chapter 6: Cashbots: Loan Shark

“The Loan Shark is one of our most cold and calculated. Make sure you know the terms and conditions before signing your pussy away.” Peaches warned with a mischievous grin before walking out the door.

In the middle of the room was a single desk and lone chair. A spotlight shone bright on the empty furniture. On the other side of the desk, at the far edge of the light, I could make out the faint outline of the Loan Shark. He extended his hand down towards the desk.

“Sit.” The cog coldly commanded.

I approached slowly, as my ass hit the hard pad of the chair I watched as his toothy smile came into the light. He slammed a hefty packet of paperwork down on the desk. I looked up at him as he extended a single red pen towards me.

“Sign.”

Cautiously, I accepted the pen and began skimming the paperwork. It was littered with legal jargon and frustratingly long clauses. In flipping through the pages, I caught something about “equal opportunity pleasure” in between all the jumbled phrases. Annoyed with the menial task, I flipped to the end and signed. I set the pen down on the desk and looked up at him.

Without breaking eye contact, he picked up the pen and the stack of paper and threw them to the side of the room as if they were trash. With both hands, he grabbed the desk and slid it out of the way. The metal legs screeched against the concrete floor as he opened the space between us. Then he took a step back, unzipped his pants, and unleashed his beautifully thick cock. I couldn’t help but ogle at it has he got down on both knees and put his arms behind his back.

I rose from the chair and made my way towards him. He didn’t flinch as I ran my fingers carefully up and down his length. I toyed with the head of his dick for a long moment, curious if I could get any reaction out of him. Never once did his eyes flicker away from mine.

I straddled myself over him, just barely hovering over the tip. I teased my clit as I aligned my pussy with him.

My knees threatened to buckle as I took his full length. I held my arms against his chest, the tension in my elbows balancing me. I let out a long exhale as I started writhing on top of him. He didn’t react.

“Remember our agreement.” He hissed as I was getting comfortable.

To hell with the agreement. I was here for a good time, and I wasn’t letting any fucking paperwork get in the way. It’s not like I read it anyways. I rode him with reckless abandon. As I reached my first peak, I wrapped my arms around his head, burying his face in my breasts.

I came all over him and kept going. Still, he didn’t react. I moaned, riding him harder, pulling him tighter to my chest as I gave myself wave after wave of pleasure. I continued for as long as I pleased, treating myself to orgasm after orgasm on top of him.

Still, he didn’t react. Once I had satisfied myself, I slid off him and took a step back. I took a few small steps towards the door as I looked around the room for any indication that the experience was meant to continue. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

My back was to him as I rested my hand on the door handle. I looked over my shoulder to find that he was gone. Confused, I walked back towards the middle of the room, searching for him.

I didn’t hear him until it was too late. He approached from behind and pinned my arms behind my back. Before I could even react, he marched me across the room and yanked my wrists above my head. He shoved me face first into a sheet of what felt like latex. He kicked my legs open and released me. I tried to shove myself off but was met with another latex sheet at my back.

Panic ran down my spine as the air was sucked from between the sheets, vacuuming me in latex. I was spread wide open, entirely immobilized. My face poked out of an oval cutout in the sheet. I watched the wall move farther from me as he pulled me back towards the center of the room. The material fit so tightly around my entire body, pulling on every inch of my skin.

I heard him start to laugh from behind me. Without warning he smacked my ass. The force sent vibrations across my body.

He walked into my view, his grin bigger than before. “My turn.” He growled.

I inhaled sharp as I felt something settle on my nipple. My muscles loosened as he flicked on the vibrator. The vibrations were centered on my nipple, but they rippled throughout the latex, tickling every inch of my skin. My pussy ached at the light sensations.

He teased one nipple before moving on to the other. I let out a long exhale as he dragged the vibrator across my chest. I tried to squirm, but my movement was limited. The least I could do was twitch against the tightness of the seal.

He slid the vibrator down the center of my chest and waved it across my stomach. He paused at my lower stomach, letting the vibrations lick my clit without giving me the full treatment. I whimpered, silently begging him to rest it between my legs.

He let out a small chuckle as he lifted the vibrator and hovered it over my pussy. I heard the intensity of the vibrations increase as he held it mere centimeters away from the latex. I desperately tried to arch my back to no avail.

I whimpering turned into moaning as he tortured me with anticipation. He waved the vibrator up and down my hips and cross my chest before finally bringing the pleasure to my throbbing pussy. I exhaled hard. The vibrations traveled up and down my body in the seal of the latex.

He held it there for a long while, letting me ride wave after wave of orgasms. The tightness around my body made the orgasms even more intense. I moaned until I lost my voice and moaned some more.

Eventually, the intensity of the vibrator dulled to a slight murmur. My body twitched with each step down in intensity.

When he unsealed me from the latex, I fell to the floor. It took me a moment to regain a sense of my own body. The latex had become an extension of my own skin, emphasized by the endless rippling vibrations. I worked on catching my breath before finally standing up and making my way back towards the door.

Before I left, I looked over my shoulder one last time. I turned and watched him as he kneeled on the floor again, putting his hands behind his back. Once again, he displayed himself for me, inviting me to use him all over again.

And I accepted the invitation.