The Spin Cycle

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Jack Madden was a master carpenter and technician. He could build you a sportscar out of a pile of lumber. So when a woman named Mrs. Canterberry asked him to do a very special job for him, providing blueprints to exact specifications without telling him what it was for, he got understandibly curious. A contraption beyond compare. A cross between a cockpit and a washing machine. With a washing machines motor and a comfortable chair. "What's it for?" He asked. "What do you think it's for?" She replied, a blush in her cheeks. "Well.." He said staring at his finished work from a distance. "It has a chair.. a comfortable chair for sitting in." "Yes?" "And restraints for tieing whosever in that chair firmly in place." "Yes." "But this.." And he walked up to it and pointed. "This looks like another chair." "If someone were sitting in the first one yes." And Jack's eyes widened. "Mrs. Canterberry. If someone sits in the second chair, then what about the person in the first?" "What happens when you turn it on?" She asked. A quiet.. whisper of a question..

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Such planning.. such waiting.. out of the crate and torn free of the packaging, Mrs. Canterberry, Janice, was so excited she could barely breath. "Are you sure about this sweety?" "Shhh!" She said, nervous.. Anchoring his left wrist and then moving down to his feet. "It's a comfortable chair." And finally all the pent up anticipation let loose itself in spousal rage. "Will you keep quiet! Will you?" "Sorry." "Oh.. everything is always uncertain with you. You know how long I've been waiting for this! Just close your mouth and don't say another word."

Life in the Canterberry home was often like this. Janice was particularly insecure about sexual needs. You see, her husband Bob lacked that manly labedo. So their marriage, for the most part boring, was one long term experiment in sexual alternatives. This being only one of them.. Janice often made Bob lick for long hours on end, masturbating with her hands on her breasts. Telling him after it were all done how wonderful he did.. And Bob believing it.

But this? This was the machine. The one she'd been drafting now for years. That would allow her complete and total spousal domination while getting that long drawn out screwy satisfaction beyond compare. Setting aside their inadequacies. Filling with orgasm what was empty and barren. Bob was ready, and Janice stripped off her slacks and climbed in.

So neat.. so exciting.. how well her legs fit in their harness. How beautifully Bob's head tucked away and out of sight.. out of mind. "I love you, sweety." "I love you too honey." She said, reaching for the dangling wire with the single thumb button. Pressing it in.. "Oh!"

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