Sunday, July 6, 2014

Butt plug fucking, and the cane

Master walked in on me folding socks as I was seated on the bedroom floor.   He locked the door.  I took THAT as a cue to undress.  

He walked over and picked up a cane and stood about five feet from me, but gave no directions so I crawled to him and began to kiss his foot.  Then I started to get up.  

"No, stay there" he ordered, "Keep kissing", so I kept doing as I was told as he caned me. My rump in the air, lips on his foot.  It was difficult to stay still through that,  difficult to concentrate on kissing his foot.  I felt well subjugated.  It was a hard switching with the willow branch.  He motioned to me to sit up and take his cock in my mouth. As it hit the back of my throat it felt like fucking, it was as good as fucking, and he told me to come, striking me with the cane at the same time.  The two sensations almost clash but then multiply, so sometimes the orgasm stops after the strike but then the next is even more intense.  


When he was finished with the cane he wanted the butt plug in, the pretty jewel ornament.  After some futzing around with it and the lube, I got it in almost in but not all the way, so I was hanging on to it with both hands between my legs, obscuring what he wanted.   

He was ready to take me.  "Move your hands" he told me.

"But the plug will fall out" I protested.

"Move your fucking hands".  I moved them.  

He took me as the plug felt out, then after a bit of fucking he stopped and this time I managed to get it all the way in.

He spread my legs and slid his cock in.  It felt so dang good with the extra pressure of the plug in there.  He said it felt wonderful, extra tight, for him too.  I came that way, I came hard with the vibrator on my clit, his cock in my cunt and the plug in my ass.  My feet were up on his shoulders or spread out to the sides.  I came so hard and cursed so roundly he thought I was in pain.  No Master, just coming really hard! I couldn't actually say that til later.

He held my throat in his hand, or sometimes my hair, to keep me still while he slapped my face.  Every few slaps he'd tell me to orgasm again.

Then he ordered me to be on top.  I came so hard and long it was like a dozen orgasms packed into one!  The grand finale firework of orgasms!   

When he came I had yet one more intense orgasm and collapsed down beside him.  

I think he's starting to see why people are on about butt plugs so much.  I know I am. 

  

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