The Brat and the Master - a BDSM Erotic Novel by Aishling Morgan

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    ‘What, here?’ Henry Lomas asked. ‘Um …’
    ‘Let her on,’ Adam advised. ‘Cakemix just whipped her and nobody batted an eyelid, not even the bar staff.’
    ‘Um … OK,’ Henry answered, still doubtful as he turned to Jasmine. ‘I’ve got condoms, so which way up would you like to go?’
    ‘How do you mean?’ Jasmine asked.
    ‘The seat is adjustable,’ Henry explained, now with rising enthusiasm, ‘allowing you to go on your back, with your feet in these stirrups, or, with a simple adjustment, on your front, in which case the stirrups swing down to become knee rests. You can also adjust for height and posture, but you need to be in place first.’
    ‘Boobs up or bottom up?’ Adam asked her.
    ‘Bottom up,’ Jasmine said decisively. ‘Do I need to take my dress off?’
    ‘Yes,’ Adam told her. ‘You don’t want it getting caught in the machinery.’
    The dress, already up over her head, was quickly abandoned, followed by her panties and shoes, to leave her completely naked as she climbed onto the machine. Henry began to make adjustments, beaming happily as he moved the padded rests to make her comfortable, explaining as he went, his eyes flickering between Adam, his machine and Jasmine’s well-spread, nude bottom.
    ‘Everything is made of oak, brass and leather, except for one or two parts in the actual engine, which I cannibalised from a one-fifteenth scale steam lorry – and the dildo, of course. The thrust is adjustable, up to a six inch draw, controlled by this wheel …’
    He had pulled a condom onto the dildo as he spoke, and continued as he made fine adjustments to the machine, aiming the bulbous head to the already moist entrance of Jasmine’s vagina. Picking up a tube from a nearby table, he offered it to Adam as he went on with his explanation.
    ‘… which allows for automatic lubrication, but I haven’t ironed all the bugs out of it yet, so we’d better do it by hand. Your task, I imagine, Mephistopheles?’
    Jasmine squeaked as Adam squirted out a long, fat worm of lubricating jelly between the cheeks of her bottom, then again as he began to rub it in, although she was already wet from her whipping. Henry also lubricated the dildo, before turning one of many brass wheels to ease it slowly up Jasmine’s cunt, making her sigh with pleasure.
    ‘Are you sure this thing’s safe?’ Adam asked, as a puff of steam escaped from somewhere behind the device.
    Henry merely gave him a scathing look and adjusted a toggle before speaking again, his voice now hopeful.
    ‘Do you want to put her in the straps?’
    ‘Yes, please,’ Jasmine answered as she wriggled herself on the intruding dildo.
    The straps were obvious, thick bands of leather with heavy brass buckles that could be fastened around her waist, legs and arms in order to render her completely immobile and helpless. As Adam fixed the first of them into place, Henry began to work on another. Jasmine didn’t seem to mind and Adam made no comment.
    People were now packing in behind them, watching and commenting, but she didn’t seem to care about that either, for all that the dildo could clearly be seen stretching out the mouth of her vagina, with a mixture of lubricant and her own juices dribbling down onto the smooth surface of the marbled red leather seat.
    ‘Ready?’ Henry asked when Adam had secured the final strap.
    Jasmine gave an urgent nod, then gasped as the dildo thrust hard in up her cunt. Another adjustment and it began to vibrate, making her cry out once more and setting her feet kicking in the straps. Even after the initial shock, she was left panting and jerking to the motion of the dildo, already out of control of her own body. When she did manage to turn towards Adam, both her eyes and mouth were wide with shock.
    ‘Good, isn’t it?’ This was a statement rather than a question from Henry as he made another half-turn on one of the wheels, increasing the speed of the dildo and the passion of