Building Up

My Master had me busy the other day getting my confidence back when my cunt found a limit I didn’t know I had. I think we both enjoyed falling back into the rhythm of his dominance and my submission because he was keen to give more orders the next day too.

He texted me while I was out and about and told me to go home and fuck myself every hour with the John Holmes toy. Having already had one punishment pending I wanted to check I was obeying my orders properly.

I know he likes me to come round the big toy to ruin my cunt further each time as it clenches and relaxes so I checked if I was to come each time to stretch me further. He raised an eyebrow at my question and suggested I had an ulterior motive in being greedy for orgasms as well as obedience. But he allowed it.

I have to say my ideas of Bank Holiday amusement couldn’t live up to his and I went home almost immediately and began fucking myself every hour from 3.30pm. My first turn with toy was still a little tender and not very deep with a fairly gentle orgasm.

By the time I was slightly late around 7.30 because dinner took longer than I expected, my cunt was swallowing the whole toy as deeply as possible and the orgasms were deeper too. And my Master could see the difference with the photos I was sending.

At 10.30 my cunt was happy to keep going but my arms were aching and in a slightly bratty attempt to be practical about energy saving on my part, I asked my Master if I could use the wand.

Some day I’ll learn that me being bratty does not work like Princess being bratty and it brings out his slightly sadistic streak strongly. Today was not that day. He agreed I could use the Doxy but that I wasn’t allowed to lift it off my clit until I’d had three orgasms with the toy inside me.

Oddly for what was meant to make things easier for me, it took me longer and more effort to come with the Doxy. I couldn’t quite get the speed right to begin with. The slowest speed is slightly too low for me but the next speed up is not ideal with my piercing without a lot of lube and I had to cycle back and forth between them to find the right pace.

And then the toy slid out because I was so lubed up and I had to start again. I was beginning to regret my request more as my order of orgasms was slipping out of reach (literally.)

Just as I was getting frustrated, I found the right level of vibration and penetration and held the Doxy on my clit as I had a first gentle orgasm, pushing the wand down harder to create a second and then turning it up for the third and final one that felt more like losing grasp of reality than anything else.

My cunt pushed the toy out as I came the last time and all I could do was lie there and be very grateful my Master wasn’t giving any more orders that night or I’d be completely broken…

 

 

Building Up

Step Back

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.

Then the smaller double ended toy which also gives me memories of Princess that go straight to my cunt and make me not need to work very hard at making myself come. I really was missing out for a long time not knowing that you can make cock even better by adding another cunt to it.

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…

 

 

Step Back

Build Up

John Holmes toy and black corset

Princess likes instant gratification. If she could click her fingers and have it now from food to destinations to orgasms she would. My Master and I both like delayed gratification though so when he took some time off work this week, I was interested to see how long he’d make me wait for my fun.

He started by telling me as soon as I’d woken up to slide the John Holmes toy inside me and ride it for ten minutes every hour today. It took me rather longer to wake up and warm up and get such a monster toy inside me that he reminded me I only had thirty minutes to go before I had to start again.

In uncharacteristic brattiness I asked if I could keep the toy in now I was enjoying it so much. He noted that Princess seems to be rubbing off on me and agreed that I could spend an entire hour fucking myself with the big toy.

Luckily I’ve rather missed my Master’s slightly sadistic streak recently because that’s more of a punishment for being bratty than I realised to begin with. The John Holmes toy isn’t just big, it’s heavy too. An entire kilo of silicone cock in fact. Both my arms and my cunt were certainly feeling it thirty minutes in.

I switched back and forth from riding it on my knees to fucking myself on my back for the next twenty minutes and then my Master ordered me to run my fingertip over my clit piercing without stopping touching myself for the last ten minutes without coming. By the time my hour was up I couldn’t decide if I was right on the edge of an orgasm or desperate to stop to give my cunt a break.

My Master was worried I like being bratty but that’s more my old impulsive bad decision making self where I let my cunt decide what’s going to happen and not think of the consequences when there’s cock in the equation. And I’m glad he’s taught me not to do that too often.

But every hour at half past after that I slipped the big toy back inside without argument and fucked myself for ten full minutes to loosen me up and stretch me before my Master came round to play in person. The last minute saw play with my clit and pull back from the edge, distracting myself with choosing an outfit to please him with.

Corset laced, latex stockings shined, blonde hair and tits as dramatic as possible he ordered me to blindfold myself and kneel with the toy inside me on my living room floor and fuck myself with it until he decided to arrive to take mercy on me.

Time plays out very differently when you are so focused like that and I entertained myself with imagining the feel of his naked body and hard cock when he did arrive and wondering just how long he’d delay my gratification for his own enjoyment…

Build Up

John Holmes

I think we all know I like that John Holmes toy a lot. It’s gone from being a monster I could barely manage any of to my standard dildo these days and it never fails to please me or my Master when I use it.

I was aware that it’s modelled on the real life cock of legendary porn star John Holmes thanks to the booklet that comes with it when you buy it. But I had no idea his life was quite as dramatic as it was until my best friend sent me a link to this essay about him from Rolling Stone magazine the other night.

Almost as long as his cock, it’s well worth a read especially if you like good journalism or true crime. I always thought the film Boogie Nights was based on his life, but they clearly toned it down a bit to get their Oscar nominations. I can see why.

But a little trip round Google lead me to discover that John Holmes did not exactly tone it down in his porn career. Many of the clips are available on PornHub and his cock really was as eye-poppingly huge in real life as in its silicone namesake.

It’s a pity he really does look like a pervy accountant to off set a cock like that, but I was amused and surprisingly aroused by some of the porn clips. We’ll skip over the fascination with fifteen year old girls in them but they look like real people fucking for fun which is sorely missing for me in a lot of modern porn.

I don’t like that slickness with mainstream porn where each sexual act is a tick box and the orgasm is literally a money shot to sell as many clips as possible. There’s something far too brisk and business-like about a lot of porn these days. Like watching people have one night stands where they try to score sexual points rather than enjoy many perverted pleasures human bodies can combine to offer.

I like my smut more realistic than styled and enjoyed the fact the John Holmes’ clips had that amateur reality instead of professional glossiness that somehow renders sex decidedly unsexy. I do see where the unfortunate trope of bad acting in the non porn bits comes from though!

I think I’m going to find it very interesting indeed the next time I play with my John Holmes toy after that little history lesson though…

John Holmes

Distractions

I had so much to do yesterday. All kinds of boring domestic chores to make me feel like a 1950s housewife. But my Master had other plans to please him that didn’t involve doing the washing up.

He set me some research to find him some erotic stories about a girl becoming sluttier and physically changing her body in the process. And since I enjoyed scrolling smut on my phone with a huge cock in my cunt the other day, I asked if I could play the same way again now.

Unsurprisingly he agreed to my greed and allowed me to fill myself up with the John Holmes toy as I started searching for filth online. This afternoon’s scrolling was much less successful than the previous one though.

There was lots and lots of stories about girls getting sluttier, but all the body modification tales I could find were based around either sci fi or non consent which are personally my two greatest turn offs both in life and sex, even though I know lots of people enjoy aspects of both in their entertainment and fantasy lives.

But without getting into a debate about non consent as sexual fantasy I was disappointed to see so little consensual body modification erotica out there as if no one could enjoy or be wanting to have their body altered by someone or simply for themselves unless it’s in the realm of crossdressing or trans based sissification.

It taps into the idea that the only reason a man wants to change a woman’s body is because there’s something wrong with it rather than as a mutual project of him dominating and her willingly submitting. This also has shades of the belief many men have that women only dress up or wear make up for their attention rather because they also enjoy it.

I love that my Master takes such time and interest in modifying my body. My body being the operative word because he seeks to modify me differently to how he changes Princess. It’s individual and personal in the best of ways and it pushes me to submit rather than do things just for the sake of them.

So it irritated me that after almost three hours earlier I could only find one story that was even remotely consensually about body modification and featured a human woman. And then I realised that meant my Master’s kink is even kinkier than I realised seeing as he likes his sluts fully involved in their changes rather than given no choice.

And there’s really nothing hotter to me than that. No wonder I got nothing done except coming for him all afternoon and evening. Definitely the way to play housewife…

Distractions

Busy Evening

After my quiet afternoon in fisting myself into an orgasmed out heap, my Master had plans for me. He wanted to fuck me to see how well I’d stretched my cunt for him and I wanted to please him.

So I had a little nap to boost my energy and then spent my time getting dressed for him. My most revealing bra and the black corset with latex stockings for full effect and then as a surprise for him, my new blonde wig for a super slutty contrast.

blonde latex

I haven’t been blonde since my early twenties which (possibly not) coincidentally was also the sluttiest period of time of my life. I was hoping to channel some of the nostalgia of my twenties alongside with the new found kinkiness of my thirties in this particular combination as I surprised my Master with it.

And he had a surprise for me too. I was to wait for him in my porch while I rode the big John Holmes toy making sure I was rocking back and forth so he could see me from the window as he stood outside my flat. I think my neighbour walking past him as he opened the gate surprised us both though.

Luckily my Master standing in front of me so I could take his cock in my mouth blocked any neighbourly nosiness and distracted me very nicely. But it also showed my Master that I hadn’t read his orders properly and wasn’t wearing a blindfold.

He didn’t punish me straightaway, putting me on his lap on my sofa and fucking me instead and telling me to make myself come around his cock. And then every time I got close, he pulled on my nipples hard enough to hurt and kept delaying my orgasm until he took pity and let me come.

Then he put me face first on the bed and spanked my ass til I stopped being completely silent again like I had been on the sofa. But between the paddle and his cock he forced plenty of noise out of me on the bed.

But he didn’t need to force the John Holmes toy at all. It slipped back into my cunt incredibly easily as did his cock at the same time, leaving me with two cocks in my cunt and still wanting to be fucked harder.

My Master put me on top of him and the toy so that he could let me fuck both of them until both he and I came incredibly hard at almost the same moment. Just thinking about it as I write makes me squirm with pleasure it felt so good and no punishment at all.

Clearly blondes really do have more fun…

Busy Evening

Pleasing

So my Master definitely allowed me the loophole of the wand in that video last night and thoroughly enjoyed watching it which allowed me the opportunity for my reward. He told me I had to decide between one orgasm or five but to choose very carefully.

You’d think the answer was obvious. Who wouldn’t pick five orgasms over just the one? The person who knows my Master as well as I do is who. He has this slightly sadistic streak that bubbles over every so often which I secretly love but am a little tiny bit wary of too.

Five orgasms seemed too good to be true somehow but then again only one orgasm being held up as equivalent made me suspect that my Master had something terrifying there up his sleeve that would leave me helpless.

During the afternoon he asked me which way I was leaning and I said that five was such a nice number. Knowing me well he enquired if that was a temptation or a decision. I replied that it was both.

Meaning a temptation and a decision but my Master did check if my terrible maths were at play again before giving my orders. I was to watch the video I sent him in full while fucking myself with the John Holmes toy without coming at all. Then I was to watch it again in full with the huge cock in my cunt and the Doxy on my clit and come five times while I was.

I enjoyed the video even more watching it again and knowing my Master liked it so much. Plus I do love fucking myself with that John Holmes toy. The size and weight of it hit all the right parts of my cunt and it just seems to fit me so well now. I had to vary to my fucking on more than one occasion to prevent myself from letting myself come but I managed the whole almost twelve minutes without coming.

But when I put the Doxy on my clit and replayed the video I lasted just under a minute before the first orgasm. The second wasn’t far behind when I turned the toy up straight after the first. Then it seemed ridiculous not to have the third in that first three minutes too.

I needed to catch my breath after that for a moment or two and I didn’t have the fourth orgasm until the bit where he flicks her cunt with his fingers and my cunt just responded immediately with another orgasm imagining trying it on my piercing.

After that combination of breather and orgasm, I was ready to run the Doxy full speed and come ridiculously hard for the fifth time with the John Holmes deep inside and my feet lifting off the bed.

I texted my Master to thank him for the five orgasms and tell him that my clit was orgasmed out but that I still didn’t want to take the huge cock out of my cunt as I lay there recovering.

His reply was that I wasn’t done yet. I’d said both to five orgasms and one orgasm and I was going to ride that massive cock to one last orgasm on his orders without question or argument.

It took me a lot of willpower to get onto my knees with shaking legs and ride the cock hard enough to come because I genuinely wasn’t sure if I’d be able to manage my sixth orgasm in fifteen minutes. But somewhere I managed it before collapsing in a heap of exhaustion and lube.

He really shouldn’t encourage me to keep being so bad at maths…

Pleasing