You are in the second semester of your freshman year at a good-sized college. You have just turned eighteen, still a virgin, and are thousands of miles from home with no family or friends other than your dorm mates. The college scene is all alcohol based, and not only are you underage, but alcohol is forbidden by your religion, and you swore to your parents you would return home as pure as the day you left. But a girl can study only so long without a break, so you eventually succumb and turn to the universal stress release, porn and masturbation. After endless hours of self-pleasure surfing threesomes, bondage, age gap and all the never-ending supply of kink sites you discover the personal ads section on reddit. Scrolling through the different subs you find an ad with a picture of a chair with a wand vibrator coming up through the seat and arm and leg restraints. You are drawn to the ad revisiting it for weeks before summoning up the courage to send a chat request to the person posting this enticing chair, just to ask questions. You have seen vibrators in videos but never used one and are curious about them. The chat starts awkward, your only sexual experience is watching porn, ad fingering yourself. The man on the other end of the chat is asking questions you have trouble understanding. You end up chatting for a while and feel comfortable enough to make a date to experience his magical chair. The day before you are supposed to go you get nervous and ghost him. You cannot get the image of the chair out of your mind and after gathering your nerve you reach out and the guy to apologize and explain your hesitancy. He says he understands your concerns, and not to worry, it happens a lot. A new wave of courage fills you and you set a new date.

He comes to pick you up and the drive back to his place is not as awkward as you had thought it would be. He seems nice. You chat about normal stuff, and he waits for you to mention the chair, he is allowing you to talk about whatever you please, as you grow increasingly more comfortable. After a while he pulls into the parking lot of a small strip mall. Theres a storefront with covered windows. When you enter, you find a large open room with the chair from the ad set up on a low table in the middle of the room. He senses how nervous you still are and tells you it is ok to keep your panties and shirt on. You are amazed he does not insist you get naked.

The chair is all you thought it would be, a magic wand vibrator, like you have seen in the videos is poking through the seat and sits right on your clit. Within minutes the orgasms start racing through your body, one after the other, nonstop. You are getting soaked. Both from excitement and the sweat. After twenty minutes you are overstimulated, twitching, and finding it hard to form words. He has been watching the whole time; your eyes meet his and silently plead to be released from the chair. You simply cannot take anymore.

 Turning the vibrator off he tells you to take a minute to gather yourself, standing right away may be difficult. As he is starting to undo your restraints he suddenly stops, stares deep into your eyes. He starts running his hands up your inner thighs saying, “now that you’re warmed up the real fun starts” You try to object but his hands are now inside your soaked panties finding their way inside you. His other hand covering your mouth silencing your cries. Soon he is all over you, groping your breasts, jamming his fingers in you, biting your neck, then he pushes himself inside you, And, despite your assurance to your parents to remain pure until marriage, your honor, dignity, and virginity is gone forever……another broken toy for the collection. As he wonders out loud who’s next?