It was 1873 and the Texas city of Sandaria had a bustling BDSM community. The most well known of the dungeons was the Yellow Rose Club run by Master Wicked X and his main submissive Sarah. Besides all the usual dungeon furniture and devices, Master X was most proud of his brand new steam powered Fucking Piston Machine, which he fondly referred to as the Pounder. He was an inventor of sorts and had spent several years perfecting it. As word of it got around, he received many requests to buy one, but thus far had turned all the requests down.
Developing the machine was only part of what made it popular amongst Masters and their subs. Master X had hired a talented artist to hand carve a number of different polished wooden and ivory attachments. The Pounder was a piston that moved back and forth, while the attachment on the end was positioned inside a cunt or asshole, and then fired up. As the machine never tired, even the most insatiable of submissives was able to be satisfied. Masters came from all over to try it out.
The dress code at the dungeon was quite strict and access was granted only to those approved by Master X. Gentlemen were required to be “well-dressed”, complete with dress pants, waistcoat vest, ascot and tweed jacket. Top hats were checked at the door. The submissives they brought in must be dressed in corsets and stockings at the very least; Master X did not permit total nudity in his Club. Sarah had an extensive collection of corsets, many that exposed the nipples of her very ample breasts. She liked having her nipples pulled and twisted by her Master, and if she had been especially good, sometimes he would allow another submissive to suck on them.
There was always a queue to use the Pounder, and an additional fee beyond the initial entry charge was required for its use, but no one ever complained about paying it. There was also always an audience watching every submissive get fucked. The Pounder could be positioned so a submissive could be fucked while in a prone position with her legs spread apart, while on her hands and knees, or even standing upright.
Master X had of course tried the machine out on his submissives before putting it to use in his club. Sarah’s favorite position was on her hands and knees, using an attachment Master X had commissioned especially for her. It was carved in the shape of a hand and an arm with the fingers squeezed together into a point. It was twelve inches in length and over seven inches around at its widest point. She loved to take it either in her cunt or up her ass if her Master ordered it. She was a very obedient submissive. Her Master often fucked her mouth while the machine fucked one of her other holes.
Some of the other attachments were of varying lengths and circumferences; most were smooth finishes, but a few were carved into different shapes with rounded ribs or nubs. One very popular one with the women was carved from ebony wood and made to resemble an actual cock, complete with veins and balls. It was quite long and thick and never failed to bring amazing orgasms to every submissive that used it. There was even one attachment that had two heads, one slightly smaller than the other for use in both a woman’s holes at once.
Word had reached as far as San Francisco and a Master who owned a private dungeon club there was interested in checking out the steam powered machine and was determined to obtain one or two for his Club, regardless of the cost. Besides the dungeon, he also employed a stable of whores at the brothel he owned. They were forever complaining about the men that were only concerned with their own pleasure and how they were always left unsatisfied.
Master Discipline had sent several letters to Master Wicked X and finally decided the only way he was going to get one of the machines was to talk face to face. He took one of his submissives and his three best prostitutes to seduce him if need be. He withdrew a large amount of cash and prepared for the trip, which would entail travelling by both train and coach.
He had written ahead of time he was coming to the Club, thus ensuring his entrance. After over two weeks of dusty travel, they finally arrived in Sandaria. After settling in at their hotel, he left his girls and walked over to the Club to meet with Master X. It was early afternoon and the Club was not yet open, but as he was expected, the doorman, a tall muscular man in a sleeveless shirt, weighing well over 230 pounds let him in. Master X greeted him and showed him around the dungeon, pointing out the various devices and furniture, including some medieval torture devices, the dungeon contained. Master D showed his admiration at each piece and then produced daguerreotypes of his Club, pointing out a couple of pieces he had that the Yellow Rose did not.
Finally, they walked to the area containing the Fucking Piston Machine. As it took awhile to get the water hot enough before it functioned, Master X explained how it worked, but said if he came back in an hour with his submissive, he would be happy to provide a demonstration. Master D told him that he also owned a whore house, and had brought three of his best whores along and would love to have them use it as well.
“Of course, I will pay any fee associated with the use of the Club and the machine.”
They agreed to meet back in an hour with the four women, and settled on a fee. The three prostitutes were dressed in silk stockings held up by garter belts. Over their breasts, they wore sheer tops that covered, but barely hid their assets. His submissive had on a corset that had been tightened at the waist to just twenty three inches. The top of the corset pushed her bosom up nearly to her neck and just barely covered her nipples. She also wore a jeweled collar and did not make eye contact with her Master.
The woman all put on long coats and followed Master D on the short walk over to the Club. The doorman let them right in and once inside, they removed their coats. The three whores immediately descended on Master X, complimenting him on the club and expounding on how excited they all were to be able to try out the Fucking Machine. They asked if there was ANY way they could show their appreciation, then giggled.
In the meantime, Master D was looking at one of the pieces of equipment he did not have in his Club. It was shaped similar to a sawhorse with a bit wider top that was padded and covered with cowhide. Along the sides were metal rings that could be used to restrain arms and legs. After getting the ok, he tied his submissive, Kitty, to it face down. He used his cane, which was thinner than a normal cane, and not used for support, on her pale white buttocks. Bright red marks appeared, but nothing more than a slight whimper escaped her lips.