Machines - trained for pleasure

Three women, three cards in their own handwriting – and a machine built for three.Wilhelmine, thirty-four, thought this afternoon up together with Konstanze and Josephine: over four evenings in Konstanze's kitchen, over a bottle, on a sheet of paper where in the end more was crossed out than left standing. Who may do what to whom. Who may not. Only when nothing was left open did they ask Doctor Vale whether he had a machine with room for three – and he named a date.Now it stands over the drain in the middle of his hall, three padded saddles at staggered heights, a flywheel the size of a cartwheel. On Wilhelmine's card is what she wants: to be brought to the edge and held there for as long as he thinks right – and not for as long as she can bear it. That is not the same thing, and she knows it.Until the light goes outside, her two friends lay hands on her, exactly as Vale tells them to. But what really undoes Wilhelmine on this November afternoon is not the machine. It is that the two of them do not go away.A dark, steamy bdsm short story in the gaslight of 1912 – full of dominance, control, friendship and surrender. Part 3 of the series "e;Trapped in the machine"e;. For adult readers 18+; consensual fiction between adults.Grab this historical short read now and watch three women with a scrap of paper turn into an appointment three weeks from today.EXCERPT: The machine came in on casters, and one of them squeaked. The two of them pushed it through the double doors, Obermann in front, the doctor behind, and halfway across the front caster caught in the brass grating over the drain. It jerked. Stopped. Obermann lifted at his corner, Vale at his, and the cuffs at his wrists stayed properly buttoned through it, both of them, all the way up. Then the caster came loose, and the thing rolled the last few yards on its own into the middle of the hall, right over the drain, as though the floor had been laid for it. It probably had been. "e;He leaves that unoiled on purpose,"e; Josephine said. "e;So you hear what's coming for you before it gets here."e; [...] "e;How long do we have?"e; Konstanze asked. "e;Until it gets dark."e; "e;It gets dark at four."e; "e;Yes,"e; Vale said.