DISTURBING IMAGES THAT ARE A TURN ON - PART 2

I know there is nothing erotic about a gyno training model, but this picture brings to mind the times when I am objectified to nothing more than female genitalia. read on below for my experience of one of those times.

He objectifies me so as that I am become nothing more than a cunt. I am on my back on the table, my legs up in stirrups, splayed apart. My genitals are the only thing that exists for that time, the rest of me, body, mind and soul eradicated and non-existent, my features and form hidden from view.

He uses me for a display at first, a speculum inserted, cunt wide open and vulnerable. And when he tires of this, the pain begins. A small flogger used to good effect, swelling and reddening the labia; a metal electrode attached to a TENS machine pulsing harshly inside, making me want to yell but I cannot – I, the complete me, doesn’t exist after all; a suction cup applied on the clitoris, again a need to use voice but the inability to do so, internalising the pain and discomfort.

A fucking machine is clamped to the table, a Hitachi wand strategically placed and taped over the already swollen clit. Flicking of switches and both machines are on. He moves away from me and sits to have coffee and a cigarette, using the remote control for the fucking machine, increasing the speed gradually until the false cock bangs against my cervix at an alarming rate. Every atom of me is concentrated on my cunt, on the mesmerising mix of rapture and pain as that solid dildo fucks hard, as my clit becomes so sensitive I think it will explode. Orgasms simply roll into one long excrutiating wave of ecstacy.

And when he tires of the game, he uncovers my face and strokes and kisses me, allowing me to return to full persona.