In response to the comment "What happened next?" from Advizor54, I will attempt to write what happened later that night. I'm glad I got everything in short hand down in my journal soon after the event, as there was a lot that went on that night (we stayed up until 2 am, much later than any other night of camp), and I tend to mix up and forget things after a while, especially things that happened while I was in an altered state (subspace- later on- I'll get to that eventually).
After the formal event, we headed back to our tent so I could put on more clothes. It was lovely weather during the day, but the night was too chilly for the outfit I was wearing (basically nothing, with boots). Then we made a little trek around camp visiting with friends along the way. At the far end, a friend suggested I try out the Sybian that had been causing shrieks and moans in the camp site next door all weekend.
I was nervous. It was very dark, and there was a crowd of complete strangers over there. To me, just walking up and saying "Hey, you don't know me, but can I ride on your sex machine?" is the worst kind of social faux pas and scary as hell.
If it had been just me, I would have quietly faded into the darkness and found other people I already knew to hang out with. But my Master insisted that I was going to do this, despite my fears. He's not shy, see.
The people were perfectly delightful, and seemed thrilled that I wanted a ride on their machine. We just waited for some others to finish up what they were doing- I'm really not sure what it was, but it involved a big machine and sounded very pleasurable.
Soon it was all set (after Master selected a mid size attachment), and I stripped and hopped on. Master held the controller and started out on low. It was good. Really good. I moaned, I bucked, I begged him to make it go faster. Moans turned pre-orgasmic. I knew I should wait to cum on command, but the command wasn't happening and it didn't take long before I couldn't hold off any longer and began a long series of intense orgasms. I couldn't tell where they started or stopped, or what I was saying or screaming or moaning. It was quite the ride. Master would slow the speed, but every time he did I just begged to have it turned back up to full speed. I vaguely heard people talking in the background, enjoying watching me, but it was all just background and not relevant to my pure ecstasy.
So, I feel like I made a new girlfriend that night.
Lady Sybian, I hope to spend time with you another day. :)
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