House of Flying Daggers (2004) - Ziyi Zhang

I looked out at the phone now burning in the middle of my yard and said aloud, “I now know for sure that there are some people in this world who are teen more paranoid than I am.” Saturday began uneventfully. The caterers arrived around two and set up two tents in the back Big Boobs yard. One was for our meal and a bit of socializing. The other, which remained empty until they left to go get the food, would hold the Orgasmatron Ultra. I also set up some special lighting that would be used for dramatic effect. The caterers returned around five with four vans. After they emptied the first two vans, they parked them on the grass a little ways up from the house. Then two chefs– a male and a female– got busy setting up a very large grill. An additional van, sexy with the same logos as the caterers, parked in the grass near the end of the road. The four men and two women who got out of that van were dressed in the same uniforms as the caterers, but they carried themselves totally differently. Two more individuals– I couldn’t see if they were male or female– parked the fourth van on the grass directly across from the driveway and stayed in place in the van. I had hired this security team before and knew that I could trust them to keep my guests safe from whatever might come from the outside, and if necessary, keep them safe from each other. The meal– as expected– was spectacular. Steak and potatoes may sound mundane, but when the steak is at the exact degree of perfection and melts in your mouth, and the potatoes are air fried in a blend of spices and herbs that explodes with flavor in your mouth, and the asparagus– yes asparagus– has flavor you never thought you would taste... and enjoy, then the meal is anything but mundane. There was, of course, a recommended wine, but everyone– including me– was free to choose a diner drink suited to their own Brunette tastes. I chose a dark, creamy ale, which brought a huff of disgust from the chef, but smiles from those who knew me. After supper, we adjourned to the demonstration tent while the caterers cleaned up the tables. We would return for a light dessert– and hopefully an order or two– after the demonstration. Two of the security men walked with us the few paces over to the second tent and then stood outside. When we got into the demonstration tent, Loraine was already strapped in place on the Orgasmatron Ultra. Her hands were held on the handles at the horse’s head by wide strips of soft brown leather which coordinated with the dark tan color blowjob of the horse itself. Similar strips held her feet firmly in the stiff metal stirrups which were concealed with leather and made to appear as if they descended from the leather saddle. She had somewhat of a leopard look from the multitude of small, light brown, circular electrode patches which covered her exposed skin. And since she was naked, there was a lot of exposed skin to be covered. The horse was vibrating softly as we entered the tent. “Unlike many megavibrators,” I said once the six of us were in the tent, “the Orgasmatron is relatively quiet.” I held a small display in my hand and slid one of the indicators to maximum. Loraine gasped and groaned in response, but the noise level did not increase appreciably. I waited until she shuddered in orgasm and then returned the control to minimum. Loraine slumped slightly in the saddle and took several very deep breaths. I smiled at the assembled clients and said, “I will let the automatic features of the Orgasmatron Ultra continue the demonstration for a moment,” and set the control panel down on a table. “You will notice,” I pointed out, “that there is also a wired control panel for those of you who like the feel of old-fashioned knobs and slide bars.” There was a short buzz of conversation as the two Masters and three Mistresses discussed that feature. Then we stood and watched my masterpiece in action. The horse began rocking. “The springs are special electro-conductive carbon steel fibers that can be made stronger or weaker depending on the voltage applied. By properly changing the voltage, the rocking effect can be created or varied.” The horse began rocking harder and harder and Loraine squealed slightly as the twin vibrating dildos rocked slightly in and out of her cunt and ass. I required that the owners show up to the closing and not send their lawyer or legal representative. 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