Numbers Game

So I told you yesterday that my cunt was famous and then I went back to wondering what the largest thing I could slide into it was. Then curiosity got the better of me in other and I decided to test my maths skills by seeing how many views in total the Xhamster videos had had.

I’m extremely good at estimating the size of things when I’m putting them in my cunt and I can eyeball the size and girth of any kind of cock with ease, but I am terrible with numbers to the point where my Master really has to bite his lip from saying something about how embarrassing it is.

If I could actually drive I’d be a stereotype of a woman driver who can’t gauge spatial awareness to park her car and mortified by it. Those ‘guess who many’ games were my nemesis at school fetes and waiters love me because I can only work tips out by rounding up massively.

So my guess was that my twenty one videos had had about 35,000 views in total and felt smug about being able to say that thousands of people had seen my cunt without any hyperbole. Then I used an actual calculator and discovered that my videos had just over 111,000 views in total.

I think you know you are a gold star slut when you can measure the number of people who’ve watched you masturbate in the hundreds of thousands and immediately wonder what would get you to a quarter of a million views…

Numbers Game

Absolutely Ruin Me

My Master is being very generous with the Doxy at the moment and he had me playing with it again on the sofa the other day. I enjoyed lying back in all that space, knowing their housemates could walk in at any time and reading this excellent fisting story while pressing the Doxy against my cunt.

When it came to slipping the head of the Doxy inside me I videoed* it to send to him and was impressed to see that it only took 18 seconds for the whole thing to slide into my gaping cunt. That recent stretching is definitely paying off.

The whole head of the Doxy in my gaping cunt

I enjoyed fucking myself back and forward with it on the lowest speed to warm me up before really starting to take the power up through my soaking wet cunt. It didn’t take long to get to this stage of wanting the toy inside but also wanting to be able to come.

Doxy wand stretching my wet cunt wide open

 

And in order to be able to come I needed the Doxy pulled out to the widest point to stretch me as much as possible. All while at full power and fucking it side to side in my slippery wet cunt to completely ruin it as I came so hard I ejaculated at the same time.

Stretched open til I gape with the wand inside my pussy

No wonder my Master was pleased with me. This is making me greedy for even more stretching….

 

 

*And if you are greedy for more videos, remember I have a selection at Clips4Sale you can enjoy anytime

Absolutely Ruin Me

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

Inside Out

I enjoy spending time with Princess and my best friend even if they do like to gang up on me and tease me for my slutty past when my horniness outweighed my common sense around men and lead to some dubious decision making.

We also got talking about first sexual experiences, both alone and with other people and I felt very left out that I can’t remember my first orgasm either by myself or with someone else because their stories were well worth hearing.

But what we did establish was I am unusual, if not excessive, in my love of penetration. They were both surprised to hear that right from when I first learned to masturbate it was always with penetration. I’m pretty sure it took me longer to learn to play with my clit than fuck myself.

I knew a lot of women find it quite difficult to come through penetration and need a lot of clit stimulation with it, but I didn’t realise I was quite so unusual in how much I enjoy penetration compared to them.

Toys, fingers, cock, butternut squash, I just revel in having something inside my cunt and in fact I think I find it easier to come that way than with just clit stimulation. That’s not to say I don’t like having my clit played with because I very much do (especially since I got my piercing) but having something inside me does it every time.

In fact talking about my love of penetration put me in the mood to find some unusual objects for my cunt again…

Inside Out

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

Quiet Afternoon

I’m sure I’ve mentioned before that when my Master is hungover it makes him incredibly horny. And yesterday he was definitely hungover giving me orders to research erotic stories about fisting while I had the big John Holmes toy inside me and texting the links to him and Princess.

I was a tiny bit hungover to begin with and suspected I’d struggle to get turned on since they are time my sex drive calms down but seeing my Master and Princess texting filth to each from their respective weekends away definitely got me going.

And then I found several very hot stories about fisting on Literotica. The perk of a relative niche kink seems to be better smut on the subject and I found my three stories as instructed, particularly enjoying this MFF threesome one as it seemed particularly applicable.

By the time I read it I was ready to beg my Master for the next step of my task and be allowed to take the fist toy for the first time in a very long time. He agreed and gave me order that I could come once I’d taken it or twice if I could fuck myself with it like a cock.

It took me a little effort to take it. The thumb of the toy is incredibly solid while the wrist is slightly bendy which practically is the opposite of what you want when you’re trying to fuck yourself with a big toy and it took me longer to get everything lined up and ready than I wanted.

My cunt was greedy for the toy despite not being able to manage the logistics and I was getting frustrated in both sense of the word. I began alternating between slipping my own hand into my cunt and pressing the fist toy against it and after three or four goes, the fist toy slipped right in ease.

So my Master’s first response to tell me to pull it half way out again, leaving me feeling somewhat empty and frustrated and almost in pain but oddly pleasurably at the same time. And it proved that I could definitely fuck myself with the toy for two orgasms.

Greedily I asked him if I could use the Doxy on my clit as I fisted myself with the toy and he allowed me that as my second orgasm if I made myself come just with the toy sliding in and out.

I’d have been hard pushed not to come from the toy as it reminded me of his fist inside me and I’d barely finished coming from that when I put the Doxy on my clit and came again hard and fast to the point where I was so drained I could hardly move from how strong it was.

I lay there utterly relaxed, fist toy still inside me scrolling more erotica on my phone and almost comfortable enough that I could have fallen asleep like that. Then my Master gave me an order that woke me right up.

I was to be dressed and ready for his return home later so he could fuck my stretched cunt in person and feel the effects…

 

Quiet Afternoon

Self Pleasure

I don’t know if it’s another sign that the world is getting more conservative while it goes to hell in a handcart but I keep reading problem pages and articles written by people feeling angered and betrayed that their partner masturbates.

I don’t just mean people whose partners masturbate solely to the exclusion of sexual activity with them or in ways that may cause issue to their relationship which is of course different and potentially problematic.

But genuinely people who believe that once you have a partner you should never ever masturbate because to so is a form of cheating or betrayal or rejection toward them. The world seems to be increasingly full of men feeling territorial toward their wife’s vibrator and women who believe wanking to internet porn at all is the equivalent of an affair.

There is so much about this that is not good. It perpetuates that idea that masturbation is always second best and something inferior to sex with another person. It also suggests that many people see having a relationship as some kind of claim on another person’s sexuality which is so terrifying to me I probably won’t sleep tonight.

Yes, I only have permission to masturbate when my Master allows me to but that’s a mutually agreed D/s relationship and also a gift given so I can have more sex with Princess and perform more for my Master.

Very different to believing that because you have sex with someone they no longer have the choice and opportunity to masturbate or to fantasise and explore their own sexuality in their head or body. That level of possessiveness without the clear consent and interaction of both parties is alarming to me.

I also think it can’t be particularly good for your mental health to be prohibited from having a relationship with yourself or to keep it a secret cloaked in shame and performed in hidden ways. It’s such pressure to render sexual activity so sacred as to never be done because you’re just horny or want to go to sleep or have period pain or you’re reliving a favourite fantasy or are thinking your partner who is away for the weekend or what you plan to do with them next time you fuck together.

It puts enormous pressure on sexual activity together in a couple if your only source of sexual pleasure, thoughts or orgasms with your partner. It makes you reliant on each other no matter whether life and sex drives make that feasible. I just imagine it breeding such incredible resentment if you have to allowed to have an orgasm by someone else who is more interested in making sexual pleasure more scarce rather than more available.

That’s not to knock that sometimes abstaining makes you much much hornier and ready for sexual pleasure. It’s about the pattern of continually saying masturbation is shameful or must be repressed for the good of your commitment. That’s the problem with that mentality for me.

It feels like it closes off so much opportunity for intimacy and sexual joy for me. It’s an act of trust to masturbate for your partner as well as often helping both of you know what each other likes more when you are fucking each other.

And what is better for the ego than you partner reacting to you with their urge to masturbate thinking about you or responding to you thinking about them? I made my Master hard at work the other day with a casual comment and it put me in a good mood all afternoon.

Knowing he has video clips of me (and Princess) to use any time he wants is glorious while I keep videos and photos of Princess playing with herself on my phone to see how long I can go without relenting and begging my Master for permission to come.

In fact maybe I should celebrate the fact that masturbation is such a big part of my relationship with both my Master and Princess by learning to beg more often…?

Self Pleasure