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?’
I like his paced approach. When orgasms are at stake I tend to be very impulsive and chase the moment of satisfaction even if I exhaust myself in the process and don’t get to do it again.
My Master had to take quite a while at the start of our relationship to slow me down before I ran away with myself. He couldn’t even start stretching me out until he’d taught me to stop chasing my cunt in circles looking for orgasms. It took me a while to realise there was no rush and I had time to take baby steps instead of bolting all the time.
So I trust him to take me at the right pace this week too and wasn’t surprised when he ordered me back to the fist toy yesterday. I was to start with four fingers, then five and then the John Holmes toy twice and move on to the fist toy every hour for the rest of the day coming each time.
I started so well limbering up gently and easing myself into a gentle orgasm each time until I got to the fist toy. And then I couldn’t quite pace myself. I was expecting to need to take some time to work the toy in but it just slipped right in first try and it felt so good to be filled up with a fist again that I couldn’t hold back.
I could have used my ten minutes wisely but I fisted myself to a ridiculous over the top orgasm instead that left me hornier and clock watching until the next hour rolled round. The toy slid into my cunt even more easily this time (probably because I’d been re-watching a rope bondage clip I sent my Master last weekend in the meantime…) and I couldn’t hold back from another full on orgasm this time either.
I stayed just as horny for the next hour, scrolling on my phone for more rope bondage stories and clock watching again until I could use the toy for the third time. And this time the orgasm pushed me over the edge in several ways.
I was so drained after the third fist based orgasm all I could do was lie down and sleep. I couldn’t even take the toy out of my cunt before I crashed out. And an hour later I had to text my Master and admit I’d broken myself and cheated myself out of the next five orgasms he’d allowed me.
When will I learn that he knows my body better than me sometimes and I need to listen to his pace not mine…?
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…
After building me up nicely all morning and afternoon with the John Holmes toy, I was incredibly horny and well stretched when my Master arrived at my house. Wearing the blindfold always makes my other senses as alert as my cunt when I hear the front door open and I was particularly interested to hear that he was carrying a bag with him. My Master rarely brings props but when he does they are well chosen.
I wasn’t entirely surprised when there was a new sex toy sliding into my cunt from his bag of tricks. I was however very surprised when he lifted my head up to close a heavy metal collar round my neck next. My back went so straight in the tightened corset at that point, the toy slipped out of my cunt instantly as the whole dynamic made me even wetter.
And he wasn’t finished there. He pulled my hands behind my back and tied them together with the new hemp rope. I loved the feeling of it scratching against my wrists but felt very vulnerable as he was tying me. Then I realised why it’s important to wait before you decide on things because once he’d bound both my hands, the balance of it turned me from vulnerable to delightfully helpless.
Surprisingly being bound and on my knees with a blindfold and corset trying to hold a large heavy plug in my cunt while my Master pushed my face down onto his cock made me less panicky about swallowing him deeper than I usually do, especially when he was kneeling in front of me for added depth.
I was surprised by how almost tender he was being kissing me as I came tied up and helpless under his hands and then he turned me and had me down on my knees and face first into the sofa in an instant so I was bent over with my cunt up in the air begging for his cock, hands behind my back.
No matter that I still had the huge heavy plug in my cunt, he had plans to stretch me right open with it and his cock at the same time. Part of me felt like it wasn’t possible to manage both and part of me felt like I’d cry if it wasn’t possible. The second he slipped his cock inside I came hard enough to push the plug out which felt like a bonus and a loss at the same time.
Toy slipped back inside my cunt, my Master fucked me so hard I could feel my make up running under my blindfold and I was actually making the kind of noise the neighbours might hear instead of my usual silence. I’ve rarely come as hard and repeatedly as I did especially when he came inside me using my corset to pull me down even harder onto his cock.
Normally he’d have punished me harder for forgetting to say thank you sir for the orgasms but he was clearly feeling benevolent even if he did leave me in that position for a while and spank my ass before he’d consider untying me. I could have stayed like that all afternoon frankly…
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…
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.
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.
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…