What the hell did I just read?!

I’m sitting on my college dorm room bed, with my laptop displayed in front of me and books scattered everywhere. Because it’s late in the day, all I’ve got on is my oversized sweatshirt and white cotton panties. And instead of studying for my final exams, I’m browsing the wanted ads. And what a strange wanted ad I happened to stumble upon at that. What a joke! I shake my head in disbelief and scroll past such a ridiculous ad. Next!

But I can’t stop thinking about it. Strange ads like this one don’t come by very often. And being a broke college student who is in desperate need of cash, I can’t afford to be choosy. I sigh heavily and scroll back to the ad. What do I have to lose?

I read aloud, “Wanted… female college students for an EDM concept album on female pleasure… willing, open-minded female college students (18+) to participate in intimate recording sessions at my professional studio.” I feel my cheeks burn red. They want to record female pleasure for an album?! What the hell is this?!

But despite my exasperation, other parts of my body have a different reaction. There’s a warm, tingly sensation in my lower body, specifically my pussy. I look down to my crotch. And there’s a small wet spot in the middle! I giggle to myself. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten any, maybe I need to have some fun!

Reading aloud again, “Sessions are private, one-on-one, and fully consensual… bring yourself, your favourite sex toy, and I will capture your genuine gasps, moans, sighs, breathing, and sounds of ecstasy in high-quality audio. Your vocalizations will then be transformed into the basslines, melodies, rhythms, and textures of the album. $300 per track. Thanks for your consideration, Steve aka DJ Trousersnake.”

I sit there and try to process what I just read. I love DJ Trousersnake! His bass drops are among the best in the business, and I’ve been a fan of his for years. But what made him come up with this idea? Why the focus on female pleasure? It’s intriguing though, and I’d be a fool not to accept the $300 per track offer. The zero dollars to my name is a big motivator.

I lean over to my bedside table and pull out the top drawer. And I peer inside. There in a case is my trusted Hitachi Magic Wand. I smile, “I hope you’re as prepared for a workout as I am, Wanda.” Excitedly, I grab my laptop and send DJ Trousersnake an email declaring my interest.

And finally, the big day has arrived. Before leaving my dorm in the morning, I glance down at my attire. A plain yellow t-shirt and a black miniskirt. Am I really doing this? I sigh to myself. I take a deep breath and, armed with my suitcase containing a couple changes of clothes and Wanda, I board the nearby train to DJ Trousersnake’s studio.

As the train departs, I look on with a mix of excitement and cautious optimism. I must be out of my mind to agree to meet a stranger in the woods! I heave a sigh and glance out the window. It’s too late to leave now!

Half an hour later, the train pulls into a wooded clearing. I glance out my window and do a double take. The tall, handsome figure of DJ Trousersnake is there to greet me, as expected. But he is accompanied by an equally attractive woman. I feel my heart racing in my chest. Who is she?! I don’t recall there being any mention of someone else accompanying me at these sessions. But despite my apprehension, I exit the train and nervously walk over.

DJ Trousersnake smiles at me. “Hi, I’m DJ Trousersnake. But you can call me Steve. Thank you for coming to my studio! And you’re… Amanda, right?” He tilts his head towards me. I return his nod, before nervously glancing at the woman beside him. The woman smiles warmly at me.

“Please don’t feel alarmed, sweetie,” her pleasant voice puts me at ease. “I’m Stephanie, Steve’s manager. Steve’s just asked me to draw up a contract for your sessions with him.” She giggles and winks at me. “That way you can just focus on having fun.”

We walk together along a short gravel path that leads to a beautiful modern house nestled among the trees. And once inside, Stephanie hands me a simple two-page contract on a clipboard. I scan it quickly. Everything looks straightforward: payment, discontinuation clauses, liabilities and responsibilities, anonymity on the final product if I choose, and the fact that all recordings remain Steve’s property for the album.

My hand only shakes a little as I sign on the dotted line, beside where Steve had signed. Stephanie witnesses it with a quick signature of her own, then gives me an encouraging smile. “You’re officially part of the project now, Amanda. I’ll leave you two to it. Have fun, and remember… you’re in control.”

Once she’s gone, Steve turns to me with a gentle, serious expression. “Before we go any further, I want you to know this: you can leave at any point. If you feel anxious, uncomfortable, or bothered by anything… even mid-session, just say the word, and we stop. No questions, no pressure.”

I appreciate the sincerity in his voice. It eases the last knot of nerves in my stomach. “Thank you… that means a lot. But I want to do this. I’m nervous, yeah, but I’m also really turned on by the idea. Let’s make some music!”

Steve smiles at me before leading me down a short hallway into the recording studio. He then opens the door, inviting me inside. And as he closes the door behind me, I gaze around the room in awe.

Right in the middle of the room is an intimidating mixing console, a chair, and Steve’s laptop. And behind that is a large window looking into the recording booth. There’s also a door to the left of me, presumably going to the recording booth. It looks like a professional recording studio. No duh, I say to myself as I feel my cheeks burning.

Steve’s chuckle makes me jump. I turn to him and realize he’s likely been observing me with an amused look on his face for the last few minutes. I set my suitcase down and awkwardly clear my throat, cheeks already warming again. “So… um, do I need to be naked for this? Or can I keep my clothes on?”

Steve leans against the edge of the mixing console, watching me with calm, appreciative eyes. “Well, how do you normally masturbate?” he asks, his voice low and matter-of-fact, like he’s asking about my favourite coffee order.

I blink, caught off guard by the directness, but the question sends a rush of heat straight between my legs. Dammit! I bite my lip, suddenly very aware of the fact I’m only wearing my panties underneath my miniskirt. Remembering that I was in such a rush to leave for the train and forgot to put any leggings on, I grin sheepishly.

“Well… I usually start with my underwear still on,” I admit, my voice a little breathy. “At least at first. I like teasing myself a bit… touch my breasts over my bra… rub over the fabric until I can’t stand it anymore. And do the same with my panties.” I stop to catch my breath. “Then I pull my panties aside or take them off. And Wanda… she usually comes out when I’m already really worked up… past the point of no return...”

I stop talking as I feel my face turn bright red. This is embarrassing! Even though I know Steve’s only asking me to get a sense of my comfort level, it’s humiliating to tell a stranger what I do in my private moments.

Steve stands there for a moment and processes what I told him. Finally he opens his mouth. “Alright then… that’s where we’ll start.” He crosses his arms. “Now, if you’d like, you can use my bathroom… it’s the second door on the right… and strip to your underwear in private. And when you’re ready, join me in the booth.” He gives me a smile. “Sounds good to you?” I nod my head.

The lights come on automatically in the bathroom, which startles me. Not to mention the fact that I see myself in the mirror. After regaining my composure, I exhale loudly. Then I grasp the bottom of my t-shirt and pull it off my body. I’m now standing in front of the mirror in my pale pink t-shirt bra and miniskirt. And I feel my cheeks flushing with heat.

But remembering that Steve is waiting for me, I also quickly unzip my miniskirt and reveal my matching panties. After taking a huge breath, I make my way back to the studio. Once in the studio, I grab my Wand from my suitcase. And after summoning the courage, I open the door to the recording booth.

It’s intimate and surprisingly cozy. There are thick acoustic panels on the walls, a large mattress in the centre of the room, soft lighting, and a microphone suspended from a boom arm right above the mattress. Adjusting my gaze, I also see a small table to the side, holding water bottles, towels, and even a charging station. My pulse quickens at the sight.

And standing beside the table is Steve. His warm voice calms my nerves. “Welcome back! And what a cute choice of bra and panties.” He gives me an approving nod, before remembering why I’m there. “Er… now… please go ahead and make yourself comfortable on the mattress, while I guide you from the console.” I smile and nod as Steve returns to the console.

After sitting down on the mattress, I hear Steve speaking through the booth’s speakers. I turn my head towards the mirror and see his smiling face. “Alright… are you ready? For the first one, we’ll just start nice and slow. I’d like to get a few seconds of where your current arousal level is. Could you… put Wanda on the lowest setting, and then… place her underneath you?”

My heart begins beating rapidly, and I feel my cheeks heat up. This is really happening! And even though my cheeks are burning, I nod my head. I grab Wanda from the case and push the on button, as well as the button above it. And immediately, I feel Wanda begin vibrating slowly in my hand. As well as a constant low buzzing sound.

After taking a breath, I adjust my body so my legs are spread out. And with my heart pounding in my chest, I slowly slide the round vibrating head until it’s just touching my panties. My eyes immediately begin fluttering.

Despite the Wand being on the lowest setting, and the head barely touching me, I’m already reacting. “Oh… that feels nice…mmm,” I coo in a low voice. I close my eyes as I begin riding the wave.

Steve calls out from the console, making me open my eyes. “Just about got it and… we’re good! Thanks, that’ll make for a great bassline. Love the way your voice wavers in your lower register.”

Hearing Steve’s praise of my vocalizations makes me blush. “Er… thanks, I think. Sorry, I guess I’m already aroused.” I nervously giggle. “You probably think I’m pathetic, right?”

“Not at all,” Steve’s reassuring voice returns. “This is a very sexual project we’re working on. Trust me, I knew what I was getting myself into when I came up with the idea in the first place. And I didn’t put towels on the table just for show, so please feel free to use them when needed.”

My face is burning. I can’t believe I not only described my masturbation routine to a stranger in explicit detail, I am letting him see me get myself off. And yet my body is betraying me. My nipples are tight against the thin fabric of my bra, and the wet spot on my panties has grown noticeably.

Steve’s voice returns through the speakers, calm and encouraging. “No need to be embarrassed, Amanda. You’re doing great. Just focus on what feels good. We’ll continue at your pace.”

I nod, even though he can’t see the full motion from the console. Sitting back on the soft mattress, I spread my legs a little wider, feeling the cool air on my inner thighs. I press a little harder, grinding the wand in small, firm circles. The wet patch spreads, making the cotton cling to my folds. Every movement makes a soft, slick sound that I know the mic is capturing. The thought makes me whimper.

I slide my free hand up under my bra, cupping one breast and rolling my clothed nipple between my fingers. “Ah…!” The dual stimulation pulls a sharper moan from me. I turn the dial up one notch. The buzzing intensifies, and my back arches off the mattress.

“Yes… right there…” I’m panting now, eyes half-lidded. My hips rock in a steady rhythm, riding the wand as if it were a partner. The low, rumbling vibrations are making my clit throb. I can feel myself getting close already. It’s embarrassingly fast! “Mmmhh… I’m getting so wet… oh god…”

Steve’s voice cuts in gently, husky with approval. “That’s perfect. That little breathy ‘yes’ is gold. Keep going, Amanda. Let me hear you.”

His praise hits me like a fresh wave of arousal. I crank the wand up another level. The stronger vibrations make my thighs tremble, creating a light slapping sound as my legs collide. From the console, I hear Steve laugh. “There’s our kick drums.” He jokes to me.

“F-fuck!” Despite the corny line, I feel a loud cry erupt from my throat. My hips buck hard. I’m grinding shamelessly now, the wet sounds of my arousal mixing with the steady buzz of the toy. “It feels so good… I can’t… I’m gonna…”

My free hand grips the edge of the mattress as the orgasm builds fast and intense. My moans climb higher, turning into desperate, needy whimpers. “Steve… I’m… I’m coming… ahh…!”

The climax crashes over me. My whole body tenses, then shakes as waves of pleasure roll through me. A long, broken moan tears from my lips, raw and unrestrained. I keep the wand pressed firmly against me, riding out every aftershock with smaller, breathy cries and gasps. My panties are soaked, my chest heaving, and a light shine of sweat covers my skin. I reach down to turn off Wanda. I then fall backwards, and that’s when I pass out.

I wake up with the feeling of something soft and warm on me. I glance down and notice there’s a blanket covering me. And upon the realization that Steve must’ve put it on me after I passed out, I smile to myself. Thanks, Steve.

As I glance around in a groggy haze, I notice Steve had left a fresh bottle of water for me on the table. And after smiling appreciatively, I take a drink. Much better! But despite the drink, my body still feels stiff. Which, given how many orgasms I had, makes sense. I don’t think I’ve ever had as many orgasms in one sitting before! I gingerly get onto my feet, while being careful not to put too much weight on them.

The blanket falls off my body as I bring myself up, exposing my bra and panty-clad body. After wincing slightly, I look around and see Steve scrolling through his phone in his studio. I walk over and tap on the mirror separating us to get his attention.

Steve jumps slightly, clearly startled. Then he turns to me and gives me a wave. “Have a good snooze? I didn’t have the heart to wake you… it looked like you really needed it.” I flash him a thumbs-up sign as he chuckles. “Ready to continue with Wanda? Or do you want to hear an idea I just had?”

Before I can answer, I suddenly remember how drenched my panties have become. I glance down. My panties are soaked! I look back at Steve and giggle sheepishly. “Actually… could I first change into a dry pair of panties? These are kinda… wet.”

Steve looks at me strangely for a second, before realizing what I mean. He smiles at me. “Of course, take your time.”

I return his smile and quickly grab my suitcase to take to the bathroom. Once there, I fish around my suitcase to look for a clean pair. It takes a few seconds, but I find a black bikini brief. After swapping my wet pair for a clean pair, I make my way back to the studio.

I return to the studio and stretch my arms slightly before getting Steve’s attention. “I think we’ve gone through all the settings on my Wand already. But I’m curious to hear what you have in mind.”

He spins around his chair to face me. Then he smiles at me and says, “Better yet, I’ll show you what I have in mind. Be right back.” And with that, he also leaves down the hallway. My heart beats rapidly in my chest. What does he have planned? I wonder.

A few minutes later, Steve joins me in the recording booth. And he’s carrying with him something that brings to mind a horse’s saddle, which is already strange on its own. But upon taking a closer look, I notice there’s something sticking out the top of it. Is that a dildo attached? My throat becomes dry as I attempt to gulp.

Seeing my reaction, Steve laughs. “Curious about what this is, aren’t you?” I can only nod my head. Steve continues. “This is called a Sybian, and I think it’ll take your vocalizations to the next level. It’s referred to as a sex machine. And trust me… if it’s anything like what I’ve heard, it’ll put the ‘Godfather of Soul’ himself to shame.” He then grins at me enthusiastically. “Want to try?”

I take a moment to register the glowing endorsement Steve has given this device in front of me. And then take another look at the saddle. The attached dildo looks normal, but the machine part has me concerned. What if the intensity is too much and I can’t stop it? “Out of curiosity, yes. But it’s not going to tear my pussy apart in the process, is it?” I ask with concern in my eyes.

Steve gives me a reassuring smile. “No, you’re good. And don’t worry about removing your panties; the dildo vibrations through the fabric alone should still be enough to get the job done.” He gives me a wink. “Or so I’ve heard.”

A few minutes later, I position my covered crotch onto the dildo part of the Sybian. And despite the feeling of something constantly being pushed against my pussy, the sensation isn’t painful. It’s just there. I glance down and notice a switchboard connected to the machine. And upon picking it up, I look at it. My heart pounds with excitement. This controls the rotation and vibration of the machine. I shiver to myself.

Steve gets my attention with his calming voice. And I look up to see he’s waiting for me at his console. “Are you all set? Alright… when you’re ready, fire up this baby so we can begin. But let’s try it on the lowest settings first, shall we?” He chuckles. “I have no idea how powerful the sensations can be, but I’d rather not overwhelm your system too much.”

I slyly grin at Steve. My fingers tremble slightly as I grip the control board and flip the machine on. Then I take a deep breath and turn the vibration dial. A low, steady vibration hums beneath me. I feel it travelling up through the dildo and into my panties. It’s not intense, yet. But the constant, rhythmic pressure against my clit makes my breath hitch immediately.

“Oh… fuck,” I whisper, the word slipping out before I can stop it. And my hips rock forward instinctively. The fabric of my panties is already damp, and the vibration makes the wet spot spread noticeably. “Mmmhh… it’s… it’s pressing right there…”

I turn the rotation dial just a tiny bit. The dildo begins moving in a slow, gentle circling motion, grinding against me through the thin cotton. My eyes flutter shut, and a soft moan escapes my throat. It starts low in my chest and climbs, trembling at the end like I’m already struggling to hold it together.

“Mmmhh… ohhh…” The sound vibrates through me as much as the machine does. My hips roll forward in a steady rhythm, chasing the delicious pleasure. I can feel how wet I am, and how wet my panties are becoming. The cotton is clinging to me now. And another helpless little whimper slips out, higher and breathier than the last. “Yes…”

Steve’s voice comes through the speakers, smooth and appreciative. “Fuck, that’s beautiful. The long, quivering moan? I’m already hearing it as the main melody layer on the bridge. And that little catch in your voice when you breathe out? That’ll sound haunting with some reverb. Keep making those sounds for me, Amanda!”

The praise makes my cheeks burn hotter, but it also sends a fresh wave of arousal through me. I turn both dials up a notch. The vibrations deepen and the rotation speeds up. My thighs start to quiver.

“Ah…! Oh my g-od…” My voice cracks on the last word. I set down the switchboard and brace my hands on the sides of the saddle, grinding down harder. Wet sounds are starting to blend with the mechanical hum. The unmistakable slick noise of my soaked panties sliding against the vibrating dildo. “It’s… it’s rubbing my clit so good… oh, wow… I can feel it building already…”

A higher, breathier cry leaves me as the rotation hits a particularly sensitive spot. I sound desperate even to my own ears.

From the console, Steve lets out a low chuckle that reminds me I’m not doing this exclusively for my benefit. “Jesus, Amanda. That sharp little inhale… right there… I’m picturing a massive bass swell right as your voice goes all airy like that. You’re giving me gold right now.”

I bite my lip hard, but it doesn’t stop the next moan from tumbling out — louder, needier. “Steve… it’s getting stronger… nngh… I’m getting so wet…” My hips are moving on their own now, riding the machine in shallow circles. The vibrations travel up my spine and make my nipples tighten painfully against my bra.

I crank the vibration dial higher. The intensity jumps, and a full-throated cry rips out of me. “Ahh… fuck, fuck, fuck… !” My back arches. The rotation is relentless, pressing and rubbing in ways my Wand never could. I can feel my orgasm racing toward me embarrassingly fast.

Steve’s voice cuts through, husky with appreciation. “That’s it. Let it out. That long, broken cry you just gave me? I’m layering it under the main drop of the track. People are going to lose their minds when they hear you coming apart like this. They won’t even know it’s real female pleasure turned into music. But they’ll feel it.”

His words push me over the edge. My thighs clamp around the Sybian as the orgasm crashes into me. “Oh god… I’m coming… !” My voice rises into a high, shaky wail that echoes beautifully in the padded booth. It goes on and on. I let out breathy sobs, whimpers, and little gasping cries as the machine keeps working me through it. I hear myself sounding completely wrecked, and it only makes me come harder. And I bounce uncontrollably as I fully embrace my orgasm.

I’m still trembling when Steve speaks again, gentle this time. “Breathe, sweetheart. That was incredible. I got multiple clean takes from that one… the peak cry especially is going to be the melodic hook on at least two tracks. You’re a natural.”

I slump forward, chest heaving, a dazed smile on my face. My panties are absolutely drenched. “I… I can’t believe how loud I got,” I manage between breaths, half-laughing, half-mortified.

Steve laughs warmly. “Believe it. It sounded like you were in your happy place. You were practically flying off the Sybian! And speaking of things almost flying off…” He gestures with his head in an up-and-down motion.

What is he talking about? I wonder in confusion. But then I feel a cool sensation on my body, as though something is no longer covering me. I look down and gasp.

My left bra cup has completely fallen away. My breast is fully exposed, nipple stiff and flushed dark pink from arousal. And beads of sweat on my skin glisten under the soft lights. I blink, startled, then let out a breathless little laugh. “Oh shit! Sorry about that… I was bouncing around and enjoying myself so much, I didn’t even realize that I’m now flashing you my boob.”

I grin sheepishly as I quickly pull my cup up to cover my breast. And upon doing that, I notice that my left bra strap is also askew. It’s not even on my shoulder anymore. I awkwardly readjust my strap so it’s resting on my shoulder again. After making my final readjustments, I look back at Steve with a smile. “Good as new.”

Steve returns my smile. And with a nod, he says. “Why don’t we call it a day, and pick it up in the morning? You now look exhausted… I got tons of great material that I can use for my album. Sounds good to you?”

I nod my head. And then fall back with a shudder. It’s only now that I realize how much my ride took out of me, as I can practically hear my exhausted pussy sigh with relief. My body lazily slides involuntarily off the Sybian. And I take a big gulp of air as I catch my breath. My chest rises and falls as I try to recover from the ordeal.

Steve looks amused by my reaction. “Great! When you’re ready, why don’t you go ahead and use the shower? I’m assuming you brought a change of clothes with you.” He gestures towards my suitcase beside me. “And when you’re done, come join me by the console. I’ll give you a sneak peek at how I’m manipulating your vocalizations into synth and drum parts.”

He shoots me a shit-eating grin. “I think you’ll get a kick out of it!”