Ruby’s New Life Ch. 10

The Sybian room was warm with rows of low saddles close to the ground. Each saddle was fitted with a large dildo in the center.

“Mount your Sybians, girls.” The instructor was a man who seemed shorter than most and very stern. He wouldn’t have much sympathy for any of us, that was obvious.

We all removed our shoes and lowered ourselves on the saddles. The dildo was thick and stretched me delightfully.

The instructor went to each girl and buckled her ankles to the side of the saddle so we were unable to lift up off the dildo at all. When we were all buckled into place, he switched on our Sybians one by one.

The saddle began to rock back and forth slowly, “This low setting is good for gaining your balance. Be sure to move your hips and feel the different sensations you can achieve for your pleasure. If you are told while you are on a Sybian not to come, I suggest avoiding these movements.”

I found that if I rolled my hips in the opposite direction of the rocking, I would most definitely send myself over the edge. I avoided that movement and worked on my resistance.

Next the instructor sped up the rocking motion to the ‘medium’ setting and after 15 minutes of that, we went into ‘High’ and girls started wailing with orgasms all around me. It was much harder to control your hips and the movement at that speed.

It had been so long since I’d been fucked and this was so much more fun than the machine at Grandpa’s house. I couldn’t hold back anymore and I let the orgasm flow through me, trying to stay upright on the saddle.

The next setting was a slow bounce without the rocking. The saddle would rise up slowly and then drop back down, impaling us on the dildos. Some girls squealed with delight, others in pain. The dildo definitely rammed my cervix when I slammed down, but it was bearable.

Then the bouncing increased to medium. Our stockings were too slick on the polished leather to give us any way to grip it between our legs and lessen the slamming. We were entirely at the mercy of the machine.

I focused on the feeling, keeping my balance and pushing the pain out of my mind. Soon the speed was turned to high and we were all being bounced like rag dolls on the saddles. There was nothing to do but endure it.

A few girls came, crying out with desperation. My pussy was wet but I was nowhere near an orgasm trying to push the pain away. I just stared at one spot on the wall, waiting for it to end.

When the Sybians were turned off and we were unbuckled, we were instructed to put our shoes back on and use the cleaning station in the back of the room before moving to the tables to do our writing assignment.

“I want you to describe what you thought of the Sybian. Be as descriptive as possible with each setting and how you felt. Which settings you like, what made you have an orgasm, what didn’t. This assignment will be put in your files for your husbands, ladies. Be helpful.”

We spend the rest of class writing. I tried to address my writing to Kyle, knowing he would read it. I knew we were going to have a sybian and I wanted him to know just how to use it with me and what my limits were.

My palms were getting sweaty as I neared my K-9 class.