Millville Ch. 20: THE SYBIAN PARTY

A couple of weeks had gone by since I, coming off a drunken stupor, submitted to my wife Suzie—actually she tricked me into it—and she strapped me to our spanking bench, followed by giving my ass a good paddling. She also learned that the clothespins she put on my nipples made my cock get very hard.

I had my bi-weekly golf game with my best friend Bob, who, with his wife Julie, were the ones who introduced Suzie and me to the world of BDSM. After the game he told me that the party that he and Julie were giving at their home would be the following Saturday. I tried to find out what he had planned for the evening's fun. He had previously told me that it would involve his Sybian but wouldn't divulge anything more. Wanted it to be a surprise to everyone.

That night at dinner Suzie and I speculated about what he had in mind, but, especially since neither of us had any experience with a Sybian, other than just seeing theirs, we came up blank.

"We'll find out soon enough," Suzie said.

"Maybe Julie'll tell you Wednesday when you have lunch."

"I doubt it. If Bob doesn't want the secret out, she won't spill the beans. You know how he is in their relationship. He wields the whip in more ways than one."

"That's for sure," I agreed.

Saturday rolled around and Suzie and I spent much of the day preparing ourselves for the party. We had both been to Bob and Julie's house many times—mostly before we were privy to their BDSM lifestyle—but never with anybody else there. We knew that our new friends Len and Leila would be there but the rest of the guests would probably be strangers to us.

Suzie and I had decided that we should dress up for the party, although provocatively, and with sexy undergarments.

Suzie said, "I've already been naked there, but not in front of strangers. Do you think the other guests will be stripping?"

I answered, "Knowing Bob and Julie as we do, I'd say that they probably will. At least some of them. You've got those great leather bra and panties, but I don't really have anything like that."

"Just wear those sexy bikini briefs you have. I know I get turned on whenever I see you in them."

"Yeh. I guess they'll have to do. If we're going to keep doing this stuff we should go back to the shop in Knoxville and buy some more sexy clothes."

Suzie agreed. "Good idea, Tom. Now, as soon as I get these leather things on I'll need you to help me zip up the dress I'm going to wear. It fits so tight I can't manage by myself."

Suzie slipped on a silver lamé one piece halter-top mini dress. It clung to her curves and barely extended below her butt. The thigh high elastic top stockings she wore stopped just below the hem of the dress, so a little skin showed. The four inch heels on her silver shoes completed the outfit and she looked spectacular. Pretty much like a very high priced call girl. I wasn't complaining at all, although I wasn't keen on sharing her with anyone.

"You look smashing," I told her.

"Thank you. Do you think it's appropriate for the occasion?"

"Yes. Remember the night they came over here the way Julie was dressed?"

"Oh, yeh. She looked like a tramp or a whore."

"Well, you look just as sexy, bur with way more class."

"And you look very nice yourself. Elegantly casual with your nice dress shirt and the sleeve cuffs turned up like that. Very stylish. I better keep an eye on you. All the women will be after you."

"I doubt that. But we should be going now. I'll grab the wine and let's go."

"I'll get my wrap and meet you at the car," Suzie said.

When we arrived at Bob and Julie's house we could tell from the cars parked in front that we were not the first to arrive. We got out of the car and Suzie asked if she looked all right, and, after I assured that she did, we walked up to the front door and rang the bell.

We were both taken aback when the door opened and Bob greeted us wearing black leather pants, short black boots and nothing above the waist but a halter made of several black leather straps. Mr. Dom himself. As we studied his outfit he said, "Suzie. You are a sight to behold! You're way too gorgeous to be hanging with Tom here."

"Thank you, Bob. But I'm cool with hanging out with Tom. He may not be much to look at but he makes up for it in other ways. If you know what I mean."

"Thanks. I think," I replied. And you, Bob. Mr. Leather. I can see I'm going to have to augment my wardrobe if I'm going to hang out with you much."

"Nah," Bob replied. "You're just fine. Better than most of our male guests. I just like to dress for the occasion when I host a party."

Suzie asked, "Speaking of host, where's the hostess?"

I added, "You got her tied up downstairs, maybe?"

"No. Julie's probably in the kitchen. She'll be out in a minute.

"She wearing her French maid's outfit?" Suzie asked.

"Not this time. She got something new to wear tonight. I think you'll like it, Tom. Oh, here she comes now. She must have heard your voices. She's been so anxious to have you here, Suzie."

Julie came into the entry hall to greet us. And Bob was right, I really liked her outfit. It went well with what Bob was wearing. Julie wore a black leather, lace-up corset that started at her waist and ended just below her nipples. It was cinched so tight that her waist was tiny and her breasts were squeezed until they almost overflowed the cups.

Her black leather thong bikini panties barely covered anything, leaving lots of skin showing above and below it. Black mesh thigh high stockings and black, five inch heel shoes completed the ensemble. One more detail was the three inch posture collar she was wearing. Black also, with four silver D-rings—front, back and sides.

I was speechless, but Suzie wasn't. "My, my, Julie. First the maid outfit and now this. You and Bob look like the perfect host and hostess. I think that Tom and I are underdressed."

"Oh, no, Suzie," Julie said. "Everyone else is here already and nobody's dressed differently from you two. In fact, Suzie, you're definitely more chic than anyone else. That said, I can't vouch for what people will be dressed like by the end of the evening. That's the fun part at our parties, right, Bob?"

"Right," Bob answered. "Now come in and meet the others."

We followed them into the living room where there were three other couples sitting. Len and Leila were first in line as we approached the circle of chairs and sofas placed around the room.

Next to them were Mike and Debra, and then Jack and Melissa. After the customary introductory small talk, Julie brought in a platter of assorted hors d'oeuvers and bottles of red and white wine with ten glasses. Bob poured the wine and we resumed our conversations. Bob pointed out everyone's status in the BDSM world so we would each know what the other was about.

"Mike is Debra's dom. Jack and Melissa are both switches. Leila is Len's dominatrix. Tom and Suzie are newbies and while Tom insists he's the dom= I think the jury's still out on that. Right, Tom?"

"Oh, I'm the dom, all right. Don't kid yourself. Right, Suzie?"

"Oh, yes, Master. I worship you and I give my body to you to do with as you please," she said, sarcastically.

"Don't get sassy with me or I will do with you as I please."

"Do I detect a little authority being imposed here?" Bob asked.

Julie broke in just in time to prevent any nastiness from happening. "I tell you what, everyone. In a few minutes let's adjourn to the dining room for a light supper. Bob has a full evening planned for downstairs so we don't want to eat or drink too much.

Leila said, "I guess Len and I are the only ones who haven't seen what's downstairs. We're anxious to learn what all you have down there. I might get some ideas that I can use with Len."

"You anxious, too, Len?" I asked.

"Actually I am. I can't wait to see what Bob's cooked up for us."

Bob said, "Speaking of cooking, let's go to the dining room. I think Julie's fixed some soup and salad. Bring your wine glasses with you. You're each allowed just one glass more, then it's soft drinks or water only."

"Awwwww!" everyone moaned.

We sat at the dining room table while Julie brought the soup tureen and salad bowl from the kitchen. The women at the table were anxious to see what kind of soup and salad they contained, while the men, including me, had our eyes only on Julie. I expect that we all were getting hard-ons.

The conversation was mostly speculation about what we would be doing downstairs in Bob's "dungeon". I think that everyone was wishing that Bob would give us some clues beyond what we already knew—that a Sybian was involved. I overheard Leila telling Suzie that she had never heard of a Sybian, so she looked it up in Wikipedia. "It looked really cool. Do you think we can try it out tonight?" she asked Suzie.

"I have no idea. But at least we'll see it in action, I'm sure," Suzie answered her.

"Well, I already think that I want one for myself. When I have Len in his chastity cage for weeks at a time this would be perfect. As good as his tongue is, some penetration would hit the spot...no pun intended."

Suzie said, "Oh, Leila. You're too much."

When everyone seemed to be through eating and drinking their second glass of wine, Bob announced, "Alright, everyone. I suggest we all take a potty break now before going downstairs. There are two bathrooms upstairs and one off the entry hall. You're welcome to use any of them."

Amidst the chattering amongst the guests anticipating the upcoming trip downstairs, everybody found a bathroom and did their business. When we were all assembled back in the living room Bob and Julie led us down the stairs to the garage and then into what was once a family playroom.

Everyone there except Len and Leila had already seen Bob's dungeon so they weren't surprised or shocked to see it. Len and Leila, however, both gasped at the sight. Bob had everything set up for the evening, including the special lighting that he had installed, so the room did look spectacular, if not ominous.

The large room was faintly illuminated with red lights except in the center where the equipment for the evening stood, illuminated from all sides by white spotlights. There stood the Sybian, which is more or less a half cylinder, about a foot long and a foot wide. Covered in red leather, it has an attachment on the top which has a dildo-like protrusion near the rear and a textured surface toward the front.

It sat upon a platform that was tall enough so that the legs of anyone who sat on the Sybian would not reach the floor. I noticed some eyebolts near the floor all along the side. This platform, as it was when I saw the Sybian before, was surrounded by a framework of galvanized iron pipes including over the top.

Julie had previously explained briefly to Suzie and me how it worked. The upward pointing dildo rotated and the entire attachment, including the dildo, vibrated. A control box allowed the user—or someone else perhaps—to change the velocity of each motion. According to Julie it can result in fantastic orgasms for whoever is riding it.

I mentioned to Suzie that something about it looked different that night. She said, "I thought so too. It's the dildo part. It's made of metal. I think before it was a plastic material like the rest of the thing it's attached to."

"Yeh. You're right. Be interesting to see why Bob changed that."

Just then Bob stepped into the spotlight in front of the Sybian and as he started talking the room suddenly became quiet. Everybody was anxious to learn what Bob had devised to entertain his guests. Apparently he has a reputation for being creative when he has his BDSM friends to a party.

"OK, folks. Welcome one and all to Julie's and my playroom. Some would call it our dungeon. But what's in a name? Before I explain what we're going to do tonight let me point out to you that we have added a few chairs in the room so everyone can be seated if they wish. Also, in the back corner is a coffee maker and a small fridge with soft drinks, water and juices. Please help yourself. We don't have a bathroom down here so you'll have to march upstairs if you have to go. No need to ask.

"Now, here's the deal. Most of you have seen our Sybian here. You've probably noticed that I have substituted a metallic dildo for the standard one that it comes with. I will also place an electrode from a TENS unit on the part where the clitoris will rest. The second lead from the TENS unit will be attached to the base of the dildo. You starting to get the idea now? I've rigged up a computerized controller that will change the rotation of the dildo, the speed of the vibrations of the dildo and the clit stimulator, and timing, duration and intensity of the TENS stimulation.

"That's the logistics involved. Now to make this fun for all we'll have a little competition. The prizes will be a weekend for two at Julie's and my cabin in the Smoky Mountains. Two couples will win and will share the cabin with each other and with Julie and me. The women will compete against women, and the men against men. The winner in each category and his or her partner will go to the Smokies.

"Julie, please get on the Sybian and demonstrate how this will work."

Julie walked to the Sybian. After coating the dildo with some lubricant she took off her bikini bottoms and climbed on a small ladder to mount the Sybian. Swinging her leg over it as one would mounting a horse, she gently lowered herself so that the metal dildo slipped into her vagina.

"OK, Bob. I'm in position," she said.

"Well, not quite, my pet," Bob replied. "To make this more of a challenge, I'll make some slight alterations." He reached into a box that was on a nearby table and took out two lengths of chains. I hadn't noticed but Julie was now wearing wrist and ankle cuffs. Bob went on, "Let's pull your legs out to the sides, like this." He attached her ankles loosely to the pipe framework near the floor, pulling her legs away from the platform.

"Now for the arms," he continued. Julie, grab the pipe that's just above your head. When she did he attached her wrists to the pipe with a short chain so she couldn't lower them enough to reach anything.

"OK. Now she's ready to go." Bob reached to his computer which was on the table and pushed a couple of buttons. This started the Sybian into action. We could hear the buzzing of the two motors. Right away the look on Julie's face told us that it felt good. Soon, though, she was startled and squirmed on the Sybian.

Bob announced, "She's getting a low intensity of electricity now. Not enough to hurt. Perhaps a slight stimulation as the current flows from her clit to her vagina. Now when the TENS goes stronger, the only way she can escape is to pull her body up with her arms until she's not touching the Sybian pad. Her legs are helpless, dangling in the air as they are, so it's only her arms that can help. The Sybian vibrations and rotation will keep stimulating her. She'll probably want to have an orgasm. But the TENS unit will send stronger and stronger current through her. How long can her arms lift her enough to keep her clit from touching the electrode? How long can she stand the pain if her arms let her down?

"But, it doesn't matter with Julie. She's not in this competition. All of you will be, though. Whoever lasts the longest before yelling 'stop' wins. Top two women and top two men will have runoffs to determine who goes to the cabin. Just one more thing, for sanitary reasons, everybody please clean the Sybian well when you get off, and the next person do it again before getting on. Disinfectant spray, towelettes and paper towels are all on that table."

While Bob was talking he turned off the Sybian and released Julie's arms and legs. She slowly raised her body until her vagina was clear of the dildo, and then swung one leg over the Sybian and dismounted. She took off her cuffs, placed them on the table, and cleaned the Sybian.

"Have fun everybody," she said to nobody in particular.

Everyone in the room was talking now. The women seemed to be deciding if they could do this game. The men were more concerned with where that dildo was going to go. Bob, meanwhile was going around the room having first the women, then the men, draw numbers out of a hat. One to four, to determine the order each would go.

Stepping back into the spotlight next to the Sybian, Bob said, loudly, "OK, ladies. Who's first?"

After a brief pause, Debra stepped forward. "I guess I am," she said, holding up the slip of paper with "1" written on it.

"Great, Debra. I can tell you're going to do just fine. You look strong and you're used to the pain that Mike doles out. Piece of cake. Now, please take off your clothes."

Wide eyed, Debra blurted out, "What. Take off my clothes? You mean all my clothes. Not just my skirt and panties?"

"No, Debra. My rules for tonight say that all participants must be naked. Besides, you should be glad for a chance to show off your gorgeous body."

"I think that you just want to see it, you dirty old man."

"You may be right. But then, I am the host."

Resigned, Debra took off all her clothes. Bob was right. She did have a gorgeous body. Bob handed her the leather cuffs that Julie had worn and told her to put them on. "Now, Debra, clean off the Sybian and climb up. As she climbed on the ladder and swung her leg over Sybian Bob took a bottle of a special lubricant that also served as an electrical conductor and coated the dildo and the electrode pad with it.

Once seated in position, impaled by the dildo, Bob spread her legs wide, attaching them to the pipe frame. Then while she held onto the pipe above her head he fastened the wrist cuffs there.

"All right, we're ready to start. The computer will time you. When you want to end your time up there just say 'stop'. Oh, and one other thing. If anybody orgasms up there, their time is up.

"Go!" Bob shouted as he pressed a button on his computer that started the cycles of the Sybian. Immediately Debra squirmed a little as if to find a more comfortable position. Along with the buzzing of the Sybian we could hear soft moans from Debra. Sounded as though she was enjoying it so far. When the TENS kicked in, though, her soft moans turned into louder complaints until she remembered to pull her body up off the Sybian base. After a few seconds she lowered herself and found that the TENS was off.

The Sybian was turned up, though, and she tried to enjoy the increased vibrations. But, just as she started to become aroused the TENS went on, at a higher setting this time. After letting out a scream she pulled herself up with her arms. Again after a few seconds, as before, she lowered herself only to find the TENS was still on. She shrieked and quickly pulled herself back up. As her arms tired she tried again, and, finding the TENS off, rested.

Her rest was short-lived, however. She enjoyed the rotation of the dildo and the vibrations on her clit for about a minute before screaming once more as the TENS unit switched back on, even higher. Up she went. We could tell that her arms were tiring as she seemed to strain to lift her body even an inch. She didn't wait long before lowering herself and feeling the strong electrical current passing from her clit to her pussy. While she was raised the dildo continued to rotate inside her, pressing on her G-spot each rotation. Her body was sexually aroused almost to the point of orgasming, but her arms had about reached their limit.

With her strength giving way and her biceps trembling she touched down. Screaming loudly, she tried to hang on as long as she could, but that turned out to be only a few seconds.

"STOP!" she screamed out. Bob shut everything off right away. Debra slumped over as much as her body could with her arms shackled to the pipe above her.