Jennifer continues her journey and her secret is discovered without wanting to, which leads to consequences in the future. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled inwardly: 'Well, Jenni, definitely there's no turning back'. I cleaned up my makeup and then stumbled back to my bedroom towards my computer. Left my vibrator where it was and sat down. Now that I had come and my excitement had decreased a little, I made a face when the plug hit the chair, but I adjusted and turned on my browser. Before going to bed, I found the website of a fuck machine I had seen and personalized with some optional attached files. Without thinking more, I put the machine in my cart and ordered it. It would take weeks to arrive, but now I was sure I'd need it. The plugs by themselves weren't going to make it.
I closed the things and got into bed. I grabbed my wireless earbuds from the nightstand, turned them on, and put them in, soft foam expanding to fill my ears. I opened my nighttime playlist on the player I bought just for bed and started it. A subtle white noise filled my ears, mixing with binaural messages and subliminals. It was designed to be quiet enough and have enough white noise so I could sleep, but still reinforced other hypnotic files I had listened to. I put on my sleep mask, reclined, and fell asleep with the plug still buried in my hole and hypnosis tracks playing in my ears. Despite everything, I slept better than last year. Two weeks later, my days passed similarly to that first day, only with a bit more training time and less leisure time. I woke up, took my hormones, cleaned the plug, put on an enema, showered, practiced makeup, listened to and observed my hypnos, got dressed, exercised, learned to walk and talk like a girl, and continued exploring being a girl. The only important differences during the next two weeks were that I had earbuds in almost all the time and my laser depilation system arrived, so I started working on that. The earbuds played an active hypnosis file or subliminal audio as my nighttime tracks while I did my other training. Depilation began with my face, then went down my body, leaving a small patch over my pubic area but removing everything below the neck. Luckily, I had fairly light hair to start with, but they don't tell you how much it hurts using laser on your butt in the brochure. Maybe it was hormones, maybe it was hypnosis, maybe it was both, but definitely I started feeling more feminine every day. My nighttime sessions with the vibrator and plugs each Once more the bigger ones certainly started making me feel less masculine and, of course, not having access to my clitoris definitely helped. I was coming, but still felt hot, and couldn't help wanting to be fucked.
Finally, a Saturday, my machine arrived, a few days earlier than expected. I had been tracking it quite relentlessly after its dispatch, but the messenger's system was less than reliable, so it arrived unexpectedly. Fortunately, the messenger had called ahead according to my instructions and I had time to change before they rang. I took off my makeup and put on my boy clothes, which felt incredibly strange after weeks of wearing nothing but girl clothes, but I would have to match. I made the messenger put the large box in the living room and gave him a tip. He looked at me a bit weird when I handed over the money, but he thanked me and left. Little did I know the cute (when did I start thinking of boys as cute?) delivery driver who was locked up, plugged in, and wearing a thong under my loose and monotonous clothes. And I was about to get screwed for what I had just done.
I smiled as soon as the door closed and practically broke the box with my own hands. It was at that moment that I realized I still had long acrylic nails, painted pink, stuck to my fingers. I suppose I knew what that delivery guy had gotten wrong, but I laughed to myself and kept going. I opened the packaging, left it on the living room floor, and categorized the parts. The machine came in some pieces, and I took them upstairs to my girl's bedroom and assembled them on the floor opposite the bed from the door. First was the frame, which had rotational blocking wheels for easy movement and integrated straps and ankles. Then came the cushioned bench and armrests and legs; the bench was placed under the stomach for a person in all fours, with pillows for the knees and elbows. Next was the motor/axle set and articulated arm designed to hold a rigid magic wand vibrator firmly in place. The last piece was the control system along with its associated cables.
It wasn't exactly a magician with tools, but the machine and frame were designed to slide together mostly, with only a few bolts to prevent easy movement with the included key. It was like IKEA making furniture for fuck. A bit more complex was the control box, but luckily I was pretty good with electronics. There were two bunches of cables going to the motor assembly, one for power and another for controls. I grabbed the magic wand I had bought specifically for this equipment and put it in its support, then connected it to the motor assembly. I closed the plug socket and sealed off the elements to prevent them from coming loose. The motor assembly had a variable power source that could control the speed of the motor on the vibrator. They thought of EVERYTHING. The other cables in the control box were a cable going to a box with dials to vary the speed of the motors and vibrate manually along with buttons to vary the depth, and a USB cable going to my laptop. The manual didn't go into many details, but basically the control box could interact with a computer using some basic inputs that would vary the speed and depth of the thrust, the speed of the vibrator, and even the automatic lubrication system in the motor assembly. The computer could also control the incorporated fist locks, which was very important for personal use.
I grabbed one of the vibrators I had ordered for the machine, one on the thinner side since I didn't have much experience with it, and installed it. I filled the lubricant reservoir with an entire bottle of lubricant as indicated, and then plugged it in. I turned it on, waited a moment for the ready light to come on, and then slowly raised the damn speed dial. The motor came to life with a buzzing sound and the vibrator began moving smoothly back and forth. I increased the speed all the way up, which was a really terribly vigorous speed, and tried out the depth controls. I tested the vibration control, holding my hand over the head as it ran through the speeds. I was impressed by how smooth both controls were, and I hadn't even gotten to the fancy part yet! I grabbed my laptop and plugged in the USB cable, waiting for it to detect the controller and then started the software they provided. The software had some basic routines built-in, varying speed, depth, and vibration. It also came with a programming function that allows the user to program their own routines and synchronize with other software. I'd had time to play around with the software so I'd learned a bit about how to integrate with other programs and some routines had occurred to me.
I lit one of the preprogrammed routines to try things and observed with delight as it ran through the steps. Then I tried the locking mechanism, manually blocking and unblocking it, then tried a short time lock. Everything worked as expected and I was thrilled to be able to test it. I took off the unpleasant clothes that only stayed on in case I got dirty and then headed to the bathroom. I gave myself another enema shower and cleaned my plug, then headed back to the bedroom, getting rid of my old clothes. I opened my portable computer again and made sure it was connected to the charger before moving on to my new toy. I used the manual button on the lubricant dispenser and applied a healthy amount all over the console and in my hole. I cleaned my hands, then mounted the machine and slid back until I was in place and the console was at the entrance of my hole. I moved a bit forward and adjusted the motor forward and then backed up, now with the console starting to push into my hole.
I moved a little and the vibrator entered me, pushing itself into my easy hole easily being smaller than my last plug. Then I executed the calibration routine in the toy's control program on my laptop. The vibrator pushed slowly until it reached its maximum depth, making me moan. When it reached its maximum, I adjusted the motor assembly position again, moving it towards me until it was as far away as I felt comfortable. Now the machine had a minimum and maximum depth and knew exactly where to stop for me. Really impressive things. I started a damn routine while getting used to how the machine moved. Every time I felt like I was having trouble pushing myself, the control box detected the change and applied more lubricant, making it move smoother again. It had an integrated safety system that activated if it detected too much resistance, which was good. I let it run for about 10 minutes, slowly, not enough to do much, then accelerated a bit. That felt great, and I hadn't even reached the maximum yet. I stopped the movement and got off the machine. Grabbed a water bottle, took some sips, then grabbed a ball gag from my toy box and tied it around my head. I pulled up my hair and stretched it a bit before remounting the machine. I knew I probably should wait, but couldn't help myself, so I put the vibrator back in my hole and then looked for the laptop. Configured the timer lock to 90 minutes and used a basic preprogrammed routine called teasing. Adjusted the vibration support to press a bit more against my cage, then pressed the start button on the laptop. Now I had 3 minutes to get into position and clench my fists. I closed both ankles and made sure they were comfortable, then put my Dolls in her fists. The wristband on the right hand was set to close by itself when I pressed hard enough, so once my arm was inside, it closed.
The start timer ran out and I heard the 4 locks click and the controls indicated in green. The sound of the locks made me moan, and I could feel my clitoris trembling and dripping. The first moan was followed quickly by a louder one when the machine started to fuck me. It began slowly at first, just softly probing me, but then it accelerated slowly. The machine initiated a constant rhythm and then the vibration activated, making me tremble. The vibrator and the vibration worked in sync, starting to drive me crazy almost immediately, but without achieving an orgasm. I suppose I now knew what teasing meant. I closed my eyes after a few moments and let the feelings happen. I didn't have any hypnosis file playing back, but I still felt like I was in some kind of trance while being fucked, not entirely out of control, but still entering the zone. I kept getting closer to coming, but never did, causing more frustrated moans from me.
This state lasted approximately 45 minutes of my 90-minute session, the machine gave me occasional lubricant but otherwise advanced constantly. However, it was at that 45-minute mark when an unexpected noise woke me up from my trance state. The first time it really happened I didn't hear it, but it was enough to wake me up. The second time, however, I had no problem identifying what it was: the doorbell. I was in the middle of a closed session of 90 minutes and now the doorbell was ringing. I listened and it rang again, then stopped. Maybe there had been another delivery that I'd forgotten and they'd given up. Probably that was all. Then my heart stopped when I heard the unmistakable voice of my best friend Mandi, Hello? Hello? John, are you here?
I closed the things and got into bed. I grabbed my wireless earbuds from the nightstand, turned them on, and put them in, soft foam expanding to fill my ears. I opened my nighttime playlist on the player I bought just for bed and started it. A subtle white noise filled my ears, mixing with binaural messages and subliminals. It was designed to be quiet enough and have enough white noise so I could sleep, but still reinforced other hypnotic files I had listened to. I put on my sleep mask, reclined, and fell asleep with the plug still buried in my hole and hypnosis tracks playing in my ears. Despite everything, I slept better than last year. Two weeks later, my days passed similarly to that first day, only with a bit more training time and less leisure time. I woke up, took my hormones, cleaned the plug, put on an enema, showered, practiced makeup, listened to and observed my hypnos, got dressed, exercised, learned to walk and talk like a girl, and continued exploring being a girl. The only important differences during the next two weeks were that I had earbuds in almost all the time and my laser depilation system arrived, so I started working on that. The earbuds played an active hypnosis file or subliminal audio as my nighttime tracks while I did my other training. Depilation began with my face, then went down my body, leaving a small patch over my pubic area but removing everything below the neck. Luckily, I had fairly light hair to start with, but they don't tell you how much it hurts using laser on your butt in the brochure. Maybe it was hormones, maybe it was hypnosis, maybe it was both, but definitely I started feeling more feminine every day. My nighttime sessions with the vibrator and plugs each Once more the bigger ones certainly started making me feel less masculine and, of course, not having access to my clitoris definitely helped. I was coming, but still felt hot, and couldn't help wanting to be fucked.Finally, a Saturday, my machine arrived, a few days earlier than expected. I had been tracking it quite relentlessly after its dispatch, but the messenger's system was less than reliable, so it arrived unexpectedly. Fortunately, the messenger had called ahead according to my instructions and I had time to change before they rang. I took off my makeup and put on my boy clothes, which felt incredibly strange after weeks of wearing nothing but girl clothes, but I would have to match. I made the messenger put the large box in the living room and gave him a tip. He looked at me a bit weird when I handed over the money, but he thanked me and left. Little did I know the cute (when did I start thinking of boys as cute?) delivery driver who was locked up, plugged in, and wearing a thong under my loose and monotonous clothes. And I was about to get screwed for what I had just done.I smiled as soon as the door closed and practically broke the box with my own hands. It was at that moment that I realized I still had long acrylic nails, painted pink, stuck to my fingers. I suppose I knew what that delivery guy had gotten wrong, but I laughed to myself and kept going. I opened the packaging, left it on the living room floor, and categorized the parts. The machine came in some pieces, and I took them upstairs to my girl's bedroom and assembled them on the floor opposite the bed from the door. First was the frame, which had rotational blocking wheels for easy movement and integrated straps and ankles. Then came the cushioned bench and armrests and legs; the bench was placed under the stomach for a person in all fours, with pillows for the knees and elbows. Next was the motor/axle set and articulated arm designed to hold a rigid magic wand vibrator firmly in place. The last piece was the control system along with its associated cables.It wasn't exactly a magician with tools, but the machine and frame were designed to slide together mostly, with only a few bolts to prevent easy movement with the included key. It was like IKEA making furniture for fuck. A bit more complex was the control box, but luckily I was pretty good with electronics. There were two bunches of cables going to the motor assembly, one for power and another for controls. I grabbed the magic wand I had bought specifically for this equipment and put it in its support, then connected it to the motor assembly. I closed the plug socket and sealed off the elements to prevent them from coming loose. The motor assembly had a variable power source that could control the speed of the motor on the vibrator. They thought of EVERYTHING. The other cables in the control box were a cable going to a box with dials to vary the speed of the motors and vibrate manually along with buttons to vary the depth, and a USB cable going to my laptop. The manual didn't go into many details, but basically the control box could interact with a computer using some basic inputs that would vary the speed and depth of the thrust, the speed of the vibrator, and even the automatic lubrication system in the motor assembly. The computer could also control the incorporated fist locks, which was very important for personal use.I grabbed one of the vibrators I had ordered for the machine, one on the thinner side since I didn't have much experience with it, and installed it. I filled the lubricant reservoir with an entire bottle of lubricant as indicated, and then plugged it in. I turned it on, waited a moment for the ready light to come on, and then slowly raised the damn speed dial. The motor came to life with a buzzing sound and the vibrator began moving smoothly back and forth. I increased the speed all the way up, which was a really terribly vigorous speed, and tried out the depth controls. I tested the vibration control, holding my hand over the head as it ran through the speeds. I was impressed by how smooth both controls were, and I hadn't even gotten to the fancy part yet! I grabbed my laptop and plugged in the USB cable, waiting for it to detect the controller and then started the software they provided. The software had some basic routines built-in, varying speed, depth, and vibration. It also came with a programming function that allows the user to program their own routines and synchronize with other software. I'd had time to play around with the software so I'd learned a bit about how to integrate with other programs and some routines had occurred to me.I lit one of the preprogrammed routines to try things and observed with delight as it ran through the steps. Then I tried the locking mechanism, manually blocking and unblocking it, then tried a short time lock. Everything worked as expected and I was thrilled to be able to test it. I took off the unpleasant clothes that only stayed on in case I got dirty and then headed to the bathroom. I gave myself another enema shower and cleaned my plug, then headed back to the bedroom, getting rid of my old clothes. I opened my portable computer again and made sure it was connected to the charger before moving on to my new toy. I used the manual button on the lubricant dispenser and applied a healthy amount all over the console and in my hole. I cleaned my hands, then mounted the machine and slid back until I was in place and the console was at the entrance of my hole. I moved a bit forward and adjusted the motor forward and then backed up, now with the console starting to push into my hole.I moved a little and the vibrator entered me, pushing itself into my easy hole easily being smaller than my last plug. Then I executed the calibration routine in the toy's control program on my laptop. The vibrator pushed slowly until it reached its maximum depth, making me moan. When it reached its maximum, I adjusted the motor assembly position again, moving it towards me until it was as far away as I felt comfortable. Now the machine had a minimum and maximum depth and knew exactly where to stop for me. Really impressive things. I started a damn routine while getting used to how the machine moved. Every time I felt like I was having trouble pushing myself, the control box detected the change and applied more lubricant, making it move smoother again. It had an integrated safety system that activated if it detected too much resistance, which was good. I let it run for about 10 minutes, slowly, not enough to do much, then accelerated a bit. That felt great, and I hadn't even reached the maximum yet. I stopped the movement and got off the machine. Grabbed a water bottle, took some sips, then grabbed a ball gag from my toy box and tied it around my head. I pulled up my hair and stretched it a bit before remounting the machine. I knew I probably should wait, but couldn't help myself, so I put the vibrator back in my hole and then looked for the laptop. Configured the timer lock to 90 minutes and used a basic preprogrammed routine called teasing. Adjusted the vibration support to press a bit more against my cage, then pressed the start button on the laptop. Now I had 3 minutes to get into position and clench my fists. I closed both ankles and made sure they were comfortable, then put my Dolls in her fists. The wristband on the right hand was set to close by itself when I pressed hard enough, so once my arm was inside, it closed.The start timer ran out and I heard the 4 locks click and the controls indicated in green. The sound of the locks made me moan, and I could feel my clitoris trembling and dripping. The first moan was followed quickly by a louder one when the machine started to fuck me. It began slowly at first, just softly probing me, but then it accelerated slowly. The machine initiated a constant rhythm and then the vibration activated, making me tremble. The vibrator and the vibration worked in sync, starting to drive me crazy almost immediately, but without achieving an orgasm. I suppose I now knew what teasing meant. I closed my eyes after a few moments and let the feelings happen. I didn't have any hypnosis file playing back, but I still felt like I was in some kind of trance while being fucked, not entirely out of control, but still entering the zone. I kept getting closer to coming, but never did, causing more frustrated moans from me.This state lasted approximately 45 minutes of my 90-minute session, the machine gave me occasional lubricant but otherwise advanced constantly. However, it was at that 45-minute mark when an unexpected noise woke me up from my trance state. The first time it really happened I didn't hear it, but it was enough to wake me up. The second time, however, I had no problem identifying what it was: the doorbell. I was in the middle of a closed session of 90 minutes and now the doorbell was ringing. I listened and it rang again, then stopped. Maybe there had been another delivery that I'd forgotten and they'd given up. Probably that was all. Then my heart stopped when I heard the unmistakable voice of my best friend Mandi, Hello? Hello? John, are you here?
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