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Dacia vs. The Machine
September 01, 2005
or How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love the Robocock
So in the quest to make my life experience increasingly peculiar, last night I had an, um, encounter with a fucking machine. How, you may ask, would this come about? Well, I was contacted a while ago by a photographer who is interested in the intersection between sexuality and machines… an interesting conversation resulted and the revelation that said photographer is in possession of a fucking machine (you know, one of these things).Was I intrigued? Well, considering that I was already intrigued by his project, yes I certainly was.
So, fast forward to last night, when I filled my suitcase with clothes, shoes and sex toys and made my way to the studio we were shooting in. We started out with some still pics for a bit of warm up and utilized my very red wardrobe and collection of high heels. I was amused to find that it’s becoming much easier to walk in 5 inch stilettos; when I put on my platforms I felt almost like I was wearing sneakers, they were so easy to move around in. Hey, strutting in 5 inch heels is a useful life skill for me.
After a while, the photographer took out the fucking machine for me to admire and ponder. It was basically a metal suitcase like the kind you see carrying millions of dollars in those gangster movies. Except inside of it was the metal that makes the hump possible, and it had a metal pole sticking out of it. It came with a collection of dildos (the icky flesh colored, veiny jelly rubber ones) but I was delighted to find out that my favorite silicone dildo happened to have a hollowed out space perfectly sized for said metal attachment. Well then. We turned the machine on its end so the dildo was pointing skywards, twisted its control on, and watched mesmerized as it pumped at the ceiling. Another twist of the knob and it pumped faster.
The photographer turned to me and said, “So what do you think?”
My eyes still locked on the machine, I responded, “Well, it’s kind of scary. But the noises it makes are less terrifying than I thought they’d be; I thought it would sound more like a jackhammer. Let’s do it.”
He raised his eyebrows at me and said, “You’ll be the first to have a go with it. Other models have been curious about it, but everyone’s been too afraid of it to actually use it.”
Leave it to me to take the machine’s virginity and give it my robot love virginity in exchange.
To warm myself up for the machine, I did a bit of a strip tease with the video camera trained on me, unzipped my dress (hey, I’m a class act, what can I say?), sat down in a comfy chair and began to play with my pussy. I dipped my fingers in my mouth and then smeared the wetness on my freshly shaved labia. By this time I was distracted by the task at hand, so I forgot about being careful with my lipstick and probably fucked it all up, but who cares – I was getting ready to make sweet robot love. I lingered with my fingers pulling at my labia, mixing spit and cunt juices together, rubbing my clit into the awakened state that always makes my piercing jut at an odd angle. I reached beside my chair for my trusty lube and toys and started to use the mini slimline all over my vulva; its hard plastic occasionally chattering over my piercing. I felt my labia plump up and the area just above my pubic bone swell. I pressed down on it and slid the vibe inside me at an angle so that I’d touch my g-spot while also bearing down on it from above. Good, cross-eyed stuff. While keeping the vibe in place with one hand, I reached for my lumina wand with the other. I was ready for some harder g-spot banging. Chatter chatter chatter was the sound of the moment as the slimline collided with my piercing and the lumina wand, and sometimes both at once. I felt my juices start to drip out of me and expand down the insides of my thighs – I was ready for robot love. I tapered off with the vibrator and announced, “I’m ready for it.”
We shuffled things around a bit and tried to figure out the optimal position for machine fuckery. Since the floor was looking none too comfy for laying or kneeling on, we decided that it would be best if I stood over the machine, with it poking me from below. I had to take my fabulous stilettos off for this portion of the evening’s program so that I could balance better. I lubed up my dildo and inserted it before turning the machine on, and then slowly twisted the knob. With a click and a grind, the machine sprung to life, and on its first upward thrust popped out of my pussy. This much I can say – though the machine repetitively thrusts in the exact same way, it is still no easier to keep the cock-pussy connection going than it is with a real live cock. Or maybe I just need more machine-fucking practice.
After getting the hang of the machine for a while, we decided that I should turn around and angle the thing so that I would be getting fucked from behind, though still standing up. We put a stool in front of me for leaning against, and this position worked much better, partly due to the fact that I was no long looking directly at the machine and being fascinated by the hump mechanism (yes, that’s a technical term). I could concentrate more on the solid fucking the thing was administering once I was propped up on my elbows and pointing my ass at machine (and camera). I dropped my left hand down onto my clit and realized that my pussy was a sopping mess (in a good way).
I closed my eyes, listened to the steady hum of the machine behind me, and went to town on my clit. That dildo isn’t my favorite for nothing – its smooth swells rubbed my g-spot in just the right way, and the wide base stretched my cunt wide for a spilt second as the machine penetrated me to the hilt. Though at first I had been too concerned with the mechanics of the operation (and I’ll admit, a little self-conscious about being on camera) to think that I’d be able to make an orgasm happen, it was becoming a reality. I felt myself slip into my head and body a bit more, and I looked down to see my legs violently shaking.
The gears inside the suitcase groaned against my pulsing cunt muscles. It made a bit of a cranking noise and I wondered for a second if my orgasm was going to push the cock out (it didn’t), but then I got lost in the feeling of coming. With a soft sigh, my body began to go slack, and I slowed the machine to a stop. I disengaged, still shaking and a little flushed. The photographer watched me shaking subtly before him for a second, and then asked, “So, how was it?”
“It was… good. Interesting. I was able to get into it more when I wasn’t looking at the shiny metal of the machine.”
So, it wasn’t the most fearsome orgasm ever, and I didn’t go totally nuts about the machine, but I think given some practice and a different position (how about not standing up), my robot love skills could increase exponentially. Now there’s a useful life skill to have.
Posted by Dacia at September 1, 2005 08:51 AM
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Comments
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Posted by: w. s. cross at September 1, 2005 09:10 AM
Wow! I’d been curious about fucking machines after seeing a video about the Sybian, but after this description I think I’ll actively seek one out and try it.
Hot!
Posted by: Regan at September 1, 2005 09:19 AM
One day, we will look back and recall this as the beginning of the robot wars.
Posted by: Jefferson at September 1, 2005 10:20 AM
Wow. Is it louder than, say, a Hitachi Magic Wand (which sounds like a vacuum cleaner to me). I linked to this from the Carnival.
Posted by: Viviane at September 1, 2005 11:33 AM
This particular machine actually wasn’t at all louder than a Hitachi. The sound is different anyway - the Hitachi has a kind of higher pitched buzz to it, while the machine had more of a hum.
Posted by: Dacia at September 1, 2005 11:35 AM
On a scale of 1 to 10, how firm is that favourite dildo of yours? (I’m still hunting for my favourite and don’t have the luxury of shopping in-person.)
‘Hump mechanism’ definintely rates as my new favourite expression.
I really enjoy how you describe things/what happens.
Posted by: Wendy at September 1, 2005 11:51 AM
With a 10 being a glass or pyrex dildo (I reeeeeallllly want more of those) I would say that this one is maybe a 5 or 6. My one complaint about it is that the area hollowed out at the base for a vibe makes the base kinda squishy if you aren’t using a vibe in it - not so good for strapping it on, plus I like to bear down on the base really hard with my muscles, and without a vibe in it it has a little too much give. I like it hard!
Posted by: Dacia at September 1, 2005 11:57 AM
Goddamn, this is fucking hilarious.
Posted by: Bell at September 1, 2005 02:40 PM
Nothing like a visit to waking vixen to broaden the horizons. this is a great piece of writing…
Posted by: nhcareyjr at September 1, 2005 03:58 PM
thanks dacia — that told me what I needed to know. I’m wanting a really hard one with no give. :-)
Posted by: Wendy at September 1, 2005 08:03 PM
I love how the discussion has turned from fucking machines to dildo advice. you kids rock.
Posted by: Lioness at September 1, 2005 09:54 PM
Ah, only you, Dacia. Only you. Another classic moment. I love it.
Posted by: layla_x at September 2, 2005 09:54 AM
How fast did it thrust?
Posted by: Snuffy at September 8, 2005 05:02 PM
You know, it occured to me that, if you’re ever in San Francisco, the people who run fucckingmachines.com might be interested in doing a shoot with you.
They’re fairly hardcrore, but they’re also pros. I know people who’ve worked with and for them, and there have been no complaints that I’ve heard.
Posted by: Josh Jasper at September 8, 2005 07:08 PM
The speed of the thrust was fuly adjustable.
And, yes, I do think a trip to SF is in order. Maybe its time to get my ass on teh road…
Posted by: Dacia at September 9, 2005 03:04 PM
I’ve heard of the thrillhammer, and it seems similar. Good post, thanks for sharing with those of us as of yet unacquainted with robot love!
Posted by: stacie at September 11, 2005 08:54 PM
