Fisting, almost

Last night we were snuggling in bed watching a movie, as he gradually took all my clothes off, feeling me all over.  It turned into pussy spanking and light punching, then he began to work his fingers inside me.  I had come and squirted from the smacking, so I felt soaking wet, and yet he told me to hand him the lube.  We keep a large bottle on the nightstand.  He squirted some on me (cold!) and then began working more fingers in.  It felt really good and stretched out, and left me with a pleasant soreness.   

After the movie, later on,  he watched porn while I sucked his cock and he fucked me, which I wasn't really getting into.  Sometimes I am just his hole to get off, though, and I deal with it.   For some reason I was having a hard time being that for him without feeling kind of bad.  A little sad, I guess, I don't know. Disconnected. 

 Really just a hole, but not in the hot objectification way.  When he asked what was wrong I told him this.  He told me I was his hole, his cunt, his slave.  

 But then he reached for the leather strap and put it around my neck.  All my distanced feeling was forgotten in the ecstasy of his pulling on the strap, it tightened... just for a minute...ohhhh!  and then he put it in my mouth like a gag or reins.   He pulled it tight again and told me to come, while wrenching my head to the side, THAT was a big one!   He let me use the magic wand also, and I pretty well soaked the blankets. 

I asked afterward how much of his hand made it inside me, but it wasn't that close to his whole fist, yet it was still feeling quite full with all his fingers up to the last knuckle.   Quite full and very delicious, in fact.