Turn Up The Heat

As I mentioned the other day, hot weather brings out my horniness which amused my Master when I texted him to tell him that last night and ask if had any orders I could follow. And he excelled himself so perhaps heat works wonders on him too.

He had visions in mind of seeing how big a toy I could take while still wanting more so he started me off on the John Holmes toy which slipped straight into my cunt with ease and almost looked small in the photo I sent him.

I was to keep sliding the toy in and out fucking myself slowly and steadily for as long as possible and see how deeply I could take the toy before I came. I was concentrating on filling myself up with that huge dildo and my Master kept texting me asking how I was getting on with a toy that small. Wasn’t it making me want more?

It was making me hornier and hornier playing with it while he expertly played with my kink of always trying for more for him. By the time he allowed me to come I’d taken the toy deeper than I’d ever managed before and impressed him with how easily it had happened.

John Holmes cock deep in my cunt

My Master is a man very comfortable with giving orders so you’d think I’d have learned that when he appears to give me a choice, he has ulterior motives in mind. But every single time I’m horny and he gives me even the merest chance to choose or be a tiny bit bratty I can’t hold myself back and never seem to learn from before. My logic is that in such cases, greed is good.

So when he asked me if I wanted more, I hesitated between the yes my cunt always gives in that situation and the no that common sense should say. But I hate saying no to my Master. I never regret saying yes and I know how much he enjoys my habit of being stupidly but enthusiastically impulsive with him.

He knows me well enough to know I’d obviously say yes to more and had his orders ready instantly. I needed my Doxy and a bottle of lube alongside the John Holmes and I was going to give myself more than just the toy with my own fingers. I was to slide the toy out, slip my finger inside my cunt and then slide the toy back in and with the added stretch of my finger make myself come with the Doxy. And since I have five fingers, I had five orders to follow…

It took me a few minutes to get the hang of the best way to organise my hands and the toys but that was just practicalities. I had no trouble actually getting my cunt to take the toy and a finger, sliding it down the side of the toy and stretching myself open while the bigger head of the Doxy vibrated against my piercing and the shaft of the John Holmes toy at the same time. I had no trouble coming like that.

one finger in my cunt with the John Holmes toy

But before my legs could stop shaking, my Master had me repeating the whole experience with two fingers. My cunt opened just that tiny bit wider open that two fingers went right in up to the second knuckles alongside the girth of the John Holmes toy. My cunt felt absolutely gaping as I used the Doxy again and had to hold myself back from letting my curled up third finger just slip in there as well as it was crying out to do.

two fingers in my cunt with a huge toy

As I thanked my Master for the third orgasm of the night, he asked me if I knew what was coming next. I repeated my orders back to him that I was to slip the toy out, add three fingers and slip the toy back in opening myself just that little bit more again. I had my fingers dripping in lube, pressed against my cunt ready to go and he surprised me by saying no to me.

He told me to stop for the night as he was enjoying the idea of me wanting more and more and the thought of leaving me yearning for a whole fist in my cunt alongside the huge cock was his pleasure for the evening that left him horny and with a moderately evil smile on his face.

It left me frustrated with my cunt feeling completely empty and wanting to be filled up and stretched further with just one more orgasm at least. But my Master knows how to keep me on my toes and if I always yes, then he can have a lot of fun teasing me by saying no in return….

Turn Up The Heat

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I think I might be back to normal again. That’s two mornings in a row I’ve woken up dreaming about my Master using the riding crop on me and my cunt has been wet and ready to be fucked.

This new found level of horniness must be why I’m taking advantage of a warm day in London to wash and dry all my latex and take all my sex toys out of storage so I can start working on my stretching again…

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Forward or Backward

As I’ve said it’s been a month of ill health for me and that means taking to my bed for resting and absolutely no fucking. My libido disappears and leaves me bored. But I can always tell when I’m starting to come back to life when my brain and cunt start working in tandem again.

What I find amusing is that my Master tends to be able to predict when that is happening and he starts setting me challenges again. I never know if it’s because I’m essentially very predictable sexually but I suspect it’s also because he knows my body extremely well.

So I wasn’t at all surprised when he texted me yesterday morning to see what I was doing and my cunt immediately woke up. However I was a little concerned how tight I’d be after a month of nothing inside me and I wondered if I’d have to start my stretching all over again.

My Master however is a very pragmatic man and in setting me a challenge also set himself a bet to see how my cunt would perform which always brings out the best in me as reward is how I perform best.

He gave me 45 minutes to work up to taking the John Holmes toy making sure I started with one finger, then two, then three and then whatever I chose to do to stretch me and open me out. At 11.15 I could come to help my cunt open further and I was to keep him updated of my progress.

I do love sending him smut when he’s at work so just the thought of him getting hard under the desk was enough to make slipping a finger into my cunt incredibly easy. I worked my way up to four much quicker and more easily than I expected before switching over the the little pink G spot toy for a few minutes.

My cunt was a little out of practice at being penetrated and then it wanted more so I scaled up to the double ended toy that Princess and I both like and imagined my Master watching us fuck with it and it wasn’t surprising that my first proper orgasm in ages came along easily.

My cunt felt so good loosened up and soaking wet that I thought I’d see how the John Holmes went since I had 15 minutes to work up to it. A little bit of lube and it slipped straight into my cunt with ease to a good depth. In fact it felt so good buried inside me I almost heard my cunt sigh in satisfaction.

I thoroughly enjoyed sending my Master the photos as I lay there with a huge cock inside me and was pleased to discover I’d exceeded his bet by miles. He thought I’d still be on three fingers at 11.15 and reminded me that being able to take the John Holmes first go after four weeks off means my cunt is never going to be tight again.

He says the best things to me…

June John Holmes

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It Pains Me

I know it’s hard to believe that there were things I had never tried before I met my Master but it’s true. One of them was mixing pleasure and pain physically (although you could say I indulged my emotional masochism by dating an endless succession of fuckboys.)

I’d never really got the whole purpose or point of combining pain with sexual pleasure believing that it would spoil the mood and jolt me out of enjoyment like when pain in the rest of your life does. I also feared that sadists would enjoy hurting me in other ways outside the bedroom and that simply did not appeal (but was probably wise with the said fuckboys.)

I also steered away from deliberate pain as I suffer from chronic pain because of my health and frankly I’ve never found that experience erotic in anyway, mainly just irritating, unpleasant and in need of fixing with heat or painkillers.

But this article on why people enjoy masochism explains it so well I wish I’d known all these things years ago as I’ve been missing out something very fun, but it does confirm a lot of what I’ve learned over the last few years with my Master that sadism and masochism do go very well together and that sometimes a little pain adds an intensity to sex like salt adds seasoning to food.

Funnily enough despite my Master’s slightly sadistic streak, I first started to experience the joy of pain when I wasn’t even with him but following his orders as I began stretching. At first the plugs and toys he had me using were painful in that wincing, tensing, shut everything down way.

The more I opened up though, they started to have that pleasure pain enjoyment like when you stretch any other muscle and it feels like a challenge and a relief. I started to see how the two sensations went together to enhance my orgasms, especially when my Master was fisting me.

I also began to see that my Master’s sadism was confined to sex and didn’t spill out into other aspects of our relationship and that trust also enhanced the use of pain and punishment for me. Pain as intimacy rather than ostracisation is definitely much more erotic.

Quite quickly I went from ambivalent about pain to envious of when my Master punished Princess for being bratty to asking for deliberate use of pain revelling in the riding crop or a paddle he was all too happy to introduce into our scenes.

I’m still a beginner pain slut but I’m enjoying working out just how much pain and sensation my body can take and understanding that the concept of training applies to them as much as the stretching.

Being the type who often tries to run before she can walk especially if she thinks there’s an orgasm at the end, my Master has to rein me in or I’d be tied up with with the candle wax and the riding crop alternating on my ass and a massive plug in my pussy every night of the week.

Although when I put it like that, I can’t really see anything wrong with that scenario…

It Pains Me

Slut Humour

 

Candi fisting herself with Belladonna Bitch Fist toy

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?’

You only get four fingers in a Kit Kat…’

Slut Humour

Fist Me. And Fist Me Again…

My Master is working me hard this week and I am loving it. He’s literally training me up again to get my cunt back to its full stretching capacity. There’s the warm up of working from one finger to a fist before the challenge of sizing through the toys before proper rest days for my muscles.

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…?

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Fist Me. And Fist Me Again…

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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…

 

 

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