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A memory…..So NSFW

March 30, 2010

I’d never been in a sex shop before, and when I say sex shop I mean a porn shop with toys in it. As much of a kinky person I am I find the more catered to vanilla people stores kind of uncomfortable.  I had no idea why we were there. I wasn’t even told that we were going. I was puzzled and just sort of walked around following him unsure what was going on. Amused at all the cheap BDSM gear and silly named porn.  ROWS of sex toys which baffled me. How many versions of a dildo or butt plug can someone want or need?  He finally picked one out and seemed happy with it. So I finally broke my silence.

“What is that for?” I asked.

“Your ass.” He stated matter-of-factly.

I just sort of blinked. It’s really all I could muster at the moment. until a startled, “what?!” escaped my lips.

“what too small? Would you prefer this size instead?” he said pointing to a MUCH larger one.  I shook my head now realizing anything else I said would only make the situation worse.

My brain was working hard to process what was happening. We walked out and paid for the item and drove back to his place.  During the drive it was explained that I would be doing some housework for him while wearing it. I just kept nodding yes and saying okay. I had no objection to it all I just was thrown by it. It wasn’t something I was expecting. I finally just relaxed. Lord knows I trusted this man with my life. I knew I wasn’t going to end up in a bad place.

Nothing happened with the item purchased for a while. I felt like I was being made to stew over it. We talked some, had a leisurely dinner, cleaned up after it and it wasn’t until after all that was it finally sprung on me.

“Okay….ready to begin?” He asked in a happy-go-lucky tone.

I chuckled and mentioned that he seemed to be enjoying this. In a flash he grabbed me by the throat and pinned me. “Aren’t you?” he growled into my ear and I melted like I always do.

“Yes Sir.” I whispered, already finding a head space.

He ordered me to take off my pants but leave the short skirt I had on. I was made to kneel leaning forward. I had no idea what was coming until I felt the cane on my ass. Pain from a cane I always find unique. Sharp and intense and then warm and spreading. Immediately I was realizing this was not a rattan cane. It wasn’t acrylic, or rubber or metal but damn it hurt.  When I thought I had reached a point to process it all I got pushed even further. He moved me so I was leaning against something taller and in an area that gave him more room to swing. He put the plug in front of my face and told me to suck on it while he continued his hits.  Every time I thought I had it figured out the hits became harder. I thought I was going to have to safeword, but it was as if he saw it coming, “don’t back down on me now.” he said and all of a sudden the walls I was hitting were further away.

I then had to take 6. Hard. 3 on each ass cheek.  1-3 I took like a champ. 4 made me buckle. 5 made me scream into the plug still lodged in my mouth. 6 finally had me crumble, crying and shaking.  My ass was nothing but a raised contusion. The heat intense and already bruising.  It was then he had me bend over again taking the plug and working into me.

The results of the caning

I hadn’t done anything like this. The only plug that has ever been in my ass was my own that I put in myself. I’d never had someone else do it. I’d get nervous and clamp up. Then remember to start breathing. Once in it was rather comfortable, but I was afraid to move. Afraid it might slide out.  I then felt the rope being worked around my hips and waist to hold everything in tight and in place. As a stood straight I felt like I was in a haze. Deep sensations in me. I was then told to organize and fold a large pile of clothes while I sat on the floor. Every motion set off a series of sensations. The plug inside me reaching deeper parts of me.  My welt covered ass on the floor causing pain and pleasure all at once.  I focused on the task but found myself also taking a few seconds to just rock back and forth on the floor to feel the sensations.

Once my tasks were done I crawled to him. my head on his knee…waiting. A part of me didn’t want to leave that spot. I wanted what was happening to keep going but I knew better. There was always an end. His hand found the back of my head and with a tug of my hair my mouth was wrapped around his cock.  My pain, suffering and what I would endure for him making him already hard.  he grabbed the hitachi and worked it into my crotch ropes and turned it on as he used my mouth, hands and tits to his satisfaction.  My hips grinding into the vibrations. Once I was told to come I shook and convulsed as I came deep. He turned off the hitachi and stared at me. my body lying on the floor, topless, thigh highs disheveled, hitachi strapped to me, my chest covered in cum. He shook his head. Calling me a cum slut. I shook my head saying that it wasn’t true. I was HIS cum slut as I smeared it into my chest.

When the ropes were removed they were soaked with my juices. The plug removed made me feel a little empty.  I was then ordered to go brush my teeth and get dressed. No….Not allowed to clean up my chest. That could wait.  I smiled and giggled. As much of a girl as I am I love being a dirty pig when I can and so few can take me there.

I could smell him on me til the next morning when I finally showered. Longing for the next time.

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