I’ve never been a huge fan of the Kit Kat. They always seem like the chocolate bar trying too hard to be a treat when you could have something more exciting to me (and I miss the foil because I’m old.)
Yet yesterday’s court ruling about not being able to trademark their shape has tickled me by introducing me to an excellent and highly relevant joke about them. I paraphrase since I suspect the original name used was to mock them not applaud them. But I’m happy to put myself in the joke ‘what’s the difference between Candi and a Kit Kat?’
After the ridiculous over the top double penetration fuck with my Master the other day, he ordered me to take the John Holmes toy after he left me. And for the first time in a long time, I couldn’t even manage the tip without difficulty.
I had just been fucked harder than ever before in my life but I was slightly disappointed my cunt had found a limit. And when it was still too sore to take the toy 48 hours later I was starting to worry.
My cunt is the bit of me that always works and to have it fail me surprised me. I had to step back and remind myself that when you stretch muscles you also need to rest them even if that muscle is your cunt.
And it helped that my Master set me a new stretching challenge to keep me occupied but not overdoing it. He took me right back to the start with one finger in my cunt, adding one finger each hour until I had all five fingers in my cunt making sure I came each time.
Once I’d reached all five fingers, I needed to start working up through my toys in size order each hour, orgasming each time until I could take the John Holmes toy again. It seemed like the perfect stretching challenge for a long weekend.
So I wasn’t expecting to run into issues with one finger. But I managed to miss my first hour (and second..) by sleeping in and had to catch the first three fingers up one after each other so that I had three orgasms in under thirty minutes to get back on track. As wake up calls go, I’d recommend it…
Then I got ahead of myself when I slipped all five fingers into my cunt without realising for a second or two. I had to make a very big effort to take my thumb back out and place it on my clit to make me come and not slide it back inside like a very greedy girl.
It was a long hour to wait til I could slip all five fingers into my cunt and at that point my challenge was more not making myself come almost instantly. There’s nothing like a fist to make my cunt happy.
Apart from a cock that is and I spent the next three hours sizing up through dildos. First the pink toy where I made myself come imagining using it on Princess and her using it on me because she both love it so much.
My third toy was the monster double ended toy that actually keeps me apart from Princess despite being so wet for her. But in this case, it’s exactly half way between the smaller one and the John Holmes toy and I know my Master likes accuracy as much as I like cock.
Eight orgasms and it was only just mid afternoon. At this rate I was going to run out of toys or need to find an emergency oversized butternut squash in a convenience store open for unexpected Easter needs.
I decided since I’d been on my back for all those orgasms earlier, I’d ride the John Holmes toy on my knees for a change. And I was shocked to find that I still couldn’t take it at all. Not on my knees, not on my back, not at all. My cunt was closed for something that large.
I was so shocked I forgot to ask my Master’s permission for what to do next. So no wonder he caught up with me before bed and made sure I didn’t go to sleep until I’d bought what he had in mind to punish me with for missing that orgasm…