Suzie and the Salad Spinner [MM/F]

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Suzie and the Salad Spinner

A Condo of Horny Seniors' Tale

“Good evening, Roger,” I said to the man who opened his door at my knock. I was expected. Behind him stood David, another resident of the condo. Both in their early 80s. I was a decade younger.

“Welcome, Suzie,” he said in return.

When we had finished the normal pleasantries, I handed him a box that Vicky had given me. “Here is the normal fee, I understand.”

A box with a coffee cake inside that I had been given by Vicky, David’s wife.

“Oh, there’s no charge.”

At that moment I realized the coffee cake was likely the same one that other ladies in the condo had presented to Roger.

“A charge would make this a ‘House of Ill Repute’ and I can’t have that. What would all the Madame's in the world have to say?”

I laughed as he placed the box on a small table in his hallway.

I was wearing a cotton print floral pattern summer dress, which buttoned up the front from hem to collar level. Roger was in his regular attire, brown cargo shorts, sports shirt hanging loose, slippers.

“Are you ready,” he asked.

“Yes, I’m looking forward to the evening.”

“Come on in. Here’s the chair.”

The chair was a plywood device with a high narrow back, and supports for one’s legs and feet. The device was supported on triangular plywood uprights, with the pivot point about the centre of my body. Well contour padded.

“Sit in the chair and we’ll determine what is the most comfortable angle for you to rest at,” he instructed.

I found a comfortable balance point and Roger made a note. “Now we’ll sit you up for a bit.”

A support across in front of my body was added. I was presented with a number of metal pipes with a U shape at one end. Some of the pipes were more an angled branch than a smooth uniform bend at the bottom, and some had a bulbous end to go into me.

“I want you to choose the pipe that gives you the best feel when it is inside your vagina and makes contact with your clitoris. We’ll step back and let you try them in private. You should be able to open your dress near your crotch and slip your panties down a bit. When you have chosen a pipe, let us know. You should be able to pull up your undies and re-fasten your dress with the pipe coming through between buttons. Then we will be blindfolding you and fastening you into the chair if you permit.”

“I want the whole enchilada,” I said, undoing my buttons and pulling off my dress, followed by my undies.

I tried out the collection of penetrating pipes, coating them with lubricant provided. Made my selection.

When I was comfortably seated in the chair with my eyes covered, I felt their hands attach straps over my ankles, legs, waist, something over my shoulders, and across my forehead. A strap over my chest had a form of half bra giving delightful support to my mammaries.

“Now we can fasten your arms if you permit, either behind your back, or to the arms of the chair, or just tied together at the wrists in your lap.”

I had been tied up often when I was a child and in my teens. Often with skipping ropes or scarves or real rope we had around the house. I had talked my brother and at times a baby sitter into securing me. I really liked to be secured for the night but this wasn’t too often as I would have unexplained marks on my wrists somewhat cramping activities until the marks faded. Those on my body were easily hidden by my clothes.

I found Mr. Right in my second year of university and we had over a half century together. Now he waits for me in the final resting place.

With him I had no need of the assistance of constraints, but now I have my old urges back. So YES to my hands being secured with rope behind the back of the chair. I wanted my “private space”. To hell with the rope marks.

The ladies of the condo who had visited Roger and his friend David had been emphatic on how the experience was for their pleasure, not for them.

When I was totally secured, blindfolded, Roger began attaching something to the top of the pipe ending in my private place. There seemed to be some movement, and I looked forward to what was coming. But first, “Would you please leave me like this for a while? I’d like just to relax in this comfortable equipment and let my mind wander.”

So I entered my private mental space in comfort, with confidence I was safe with these two gentlemen. My mind went passive in a warm mental glow. I drifted off to sleep. Comfortable.

I sensed Roger and David near. “Hello Suzie, are you all right?”

One of them leaned over to touch my forehead seemingly with the back of his hand. Somehow he touched the top of the device in my innards, and I felt a pleasurable twinge transmitted deep within me

“Maybe it’s time to see what your contraption will do,” I said.

“Ok,” I heard Roger say. He turned something and a little shiver ran down the shaft into my pleasure spot. He turned the something again a few more cranks and released a handle. The pipe shook with increased vigour and I enjoyed the sensation.

Then Roger really cranked up on the device in front of me, and when he released the handle a vigorous shaking occurred, raising me from a mild arousal state into quite an excited state.

The device slowed down and the shaking stopped.

“Again,” I requested.

A vigorous repeat. Several cycles later my body responded to the stimulus and I had my first orgasm in a few years.

“Would you please let me relax for a few minutes.” One of them provided me with a straw in a glass of water and I drew some into my mouth.

I had 5 more orgasms that night. At the peak of the last one I heard something snap and Roger commented “The handle broke.”

When I had calmed down and the endorphins of my sexual highs dissipated, I asked what time it was.

“Three AM, closer to quarter past.”

“Let’s talk. I’m comfortable here but I understand something broke, so its over. What is this device?”

Roger started, “I was preparing a salad for my two kids and my son’s wife. To dry off the lettuce leaves I put them into my salad spinner. As I cranked, I would release the handle the whole bowl would shake. I thought it would make an interesting sort of vibrator.”

David took up the description, “I have access to an advanced machine shop at the company I founded decades ago. There is computer aided design tools and automated machine tools, including additive manufacturing. I have fun designing various devices for my friend Roger.

“My wife Vicky helped with the shape of the inserts, But you are the first to try out the whole device.”

“What do you get out of it? Both of you have been real gentlemen.”

“Well, we both have had prostate cancer, so our male equipment doesn’t really work any more.”

“Our pleasure is seeing the pleasure that our ‘clients’ experience.”

“Would you like some feedback?”

“Of course.”

“It’s a wonderful device. I’m so euphoric. But there are a couple of places which could also be stimulated. One would be lower down, perhaps with something on the perineum. The other would be my mouth, a phallus I could suck and get a sip of water.

“Oh, yes, fix the handle. And maybe something for my nipples.”

“We’ll see what we can do. We’ll release you now.”

“Could I remain here till morning? I’d like to get back into my mind space.”

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[Ovi1]

Nice story, truly your style!
I love a creative contraption

[StringTheorist]

Thanks @Ovi1 . It is very nice that you comment and like my style.

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