Sometimes when you are itching for some play it’s a very specific type of play that you want. In our relationship I’m free to ask for what I want, but Master does not have to comply. Today I asked Master for some helpless fuck whore time. I wanted to be bound so that I couldn’t control what was happening. I wanted him to claim me over and over in any fashion that he desired. Used and abused, that’s what I wanted.
Now in the midst of all this thought I wondered if rope would be a part of it, since it is so much a favorite play item that I just quiver when it touches my skin. I can’t wait to have some natural fiber rope to feel the difference in it. I wonder also, if I could live with having some form of bondage every single day. Even if it would be decorative in nature.
On a side, I asked Master this very question and he said we could have bondage everyday if the mood strikes us.
Tonight Master obliged and bound my hands and arms so that I could not use them. This was a delicious feeling; one I hope he’ll repeat some time soon. Then out came the vibrating eggs and into my waiting pussy. He intended to fill me up tonight. They make me want to hum when they are on, it’s such a delicious feeling. He pulled on the latex-free gloves and began to probe my ass. Relaxing those muscles has always required concentration but I manage so that he can put the large bulbous butt plug in my ass. I feel so filled now and I’m feeling floaty.
Master has me roll onto my side so that he has better access to my face. He wants to fuck my face and so that is what he gets. In my awkward position I struggle to suck well but he is enjoying, I can tell. Then he does what I love best. He moves between my legs, eggs still in place, plug still filling my ass. He’s going to fuck me all full like that. I’m going to feel so filled.
When he cock enters me it’s tight and painful at first but a little rhythm and it starts to feel really good. So good in fact that I’m moaning and groaning and breathing hard. Something is pressing a fantastic spot inside my pussy and his thrusts help feed the sensation.
Before long I’m begging to come and he makes me beg harder and I’m practically screaming my pleases to him before he says yes.
The orgasm that follows is one that I’ve rarely if ever had before. It felt like my entire body was tingling and I had to rock and buck and squirm to help it along. It lasted a good 15 seconds, maybe more and even after the initial explosive feeling I’m still tingly. Master asks if I’m still coming and all I can say is, “I don’t know but it feels so damn good!”
And that was our evening. We cleaned up, cuddled and have plans for more fun including a spanking later this weekend. But tonight I was Master’s fuck meat. And I loved it.
–luna
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Oh my, that sounds like loads of fun. I’m so torn of the idea of being a “helpless fuck whore.” On the one hand, I love the idea of being bound and helpless while being used sexually. OTOH, Master likes me to pleasure him while we’re having screwing, and I get off on servicing him (he insists that I stare into his eyes the entire time, which drives me absolutely *nuts*!).
He usually comes up with something whereby he can make me feel used and abused while I’m helpless while leaving room for the actual sex. I certainly can’t complain!