Love the idea of someone who's starved being put in a corset, the laces pulled enough to make their stomach rumble constantly against the tight fabric. I want to starve someone all day, slowly tightening the corset more and more as they grow emptier and emptier. Then I want to sit them down and feed them, stuffing them full with the corset still tight around their belly. They can only get a small appetizer in before the corset is too tight around their belly to eat any more.
"Sorry love, you can't fit any more in there, so it looks like this is all you get..." Cue their belly rumbling loudly, their hunger only worse now after being teased. They'll have to wait a little longer before they can eat again...
and i don't mean to toy with it a little. i don't mean to make me drink one little cup of water, wait ten minutes, and let me pee when i ask once.
i need it to be abused.
a pee schedule. once a day, maybe twice if i've been good. only letting me pee at night, so i won't even get to experience the relief of emptiness because i'll be asleep. i'll wake up full, go about my day full, and finally, finally pee once you are sufficiently entertained in the evening.
a drinking schedule. constantly filling my stomach with water, which fills my bladder with hot piss. stretching my bladder out, starting with just a half liter every 6 hours. then a half liter every 4. and then a half liter every 3 hours. and then a full liter every 2. until in the 12 hours (at least) that im awake, i've been forced to drink 4, even 6 liters without peeing.
but don't stop there. on certain days, if you really want to ruin me, catheterize me. a balloon catheter, that won't come out without your help, clamped shut to make sure nothing can escape. hell, if i've been particularly bad, fill my bladder artificially. inject syringe after syringe of water or your own piss into my catheter. take rapid desperation to an entirely new level. you can watch my lower stomach bulge as you force-feed liquid into my urethra.
i need to go about my day with nothing but suffering. squirming in public, only allowed to go to the toilets to lick them clean and then leave without a single drop of piss being let out. because how could i, more inhumane and lower than a urinal, in good conscience, expell into a toilet. there's diapers or tree trunks for that.
fuck, i need my bladder to bulge. i need to look pregnant daily, hardly able to walk without doubling down in tears and begging, only to be laughed at and told to hold it.
Why? Because it's fun to see just how low you're willing to sink, and what things you're going to do. Both to get off and for my perverse amusement.
Going from being a nice, normal girl when you're out and about, to transforming into the filthy slut I know you as once you enter my door. Knowing full well I'm going to treat you like shit, although not knowing how far I will push you and what fucked up things I will make you do.
If it's nasty and you're shamefully admitting to being up to it, you better believe I'll make you do it.
Into oral worship? Yeah, I will make you suck my cock and balls, but I'm also going to push you lower, goading you into creeping further between my legs until I've turned you into a good little asswipe. Then going from just an asswipe to an ass-worshipping whore who knows that I expect her to lay underneath me and tongue fuck my ass like it's a sloppy makeout session.
Got a piss kink? I might make you wet yourself, and I might make you hold your pee until you're desperate and begging me for release. But you better believe that I'm not going to stop pushing you further. Not stopping until I can go from just hosing you down with my piss in the shower, to planting my cock in your mouth and draining every drop from my bladder down into your piss-tank tummy. I'm sure it'll take some training, but the journey there is part of the fun, don't you think?
Is dirty talk the key to your heart? I'll happily call you a good girl when you deserve it, and a dirty girl when you perform all those degrading things for me. But of course I'll go further, I'll call you filthier things. Then, soon enough I'll encourage and make you repeat my depraved requests and make you beg for it with genuine need and desperation. All those rancid, filthy, perverse words won't just be coming from me, they'll be spilling forth from your own mouth as well.
And if you like humiliation? Oh there are so much we can do. From just me inspecting your body and feeling you up. To making you dress up all nice and fancy, having you put loads of effort into your makeup. Only to rail you in a Mcdonald's bathroom, spitting on you and making you drool all over yourself from fucking your throat.
Of course, the rabbit holes goes deeper, much deeper, and I am not one to shy away from nasty stuff. Not if you're willing to slide further and further down the slippery slope of filthy perversion. I'll match you in depravity and push you further. Just try me.
I've seen a few things now about how some of y'all are desperate to be on a hiking trail getting absolutely destroyed, so here's my version of it.
Taking you to the trail, I'd make sure you were in a tight, barely-there outfit, leaving nothing to the imagination of your curves. I'd make sure you'd worn some beaded panties for the day, a remote control toy, and some anal beads, so that every step you took make both of them grind against and into you while I set the toy at a steady pace and left my phone in the car. I'd make sure you'd taken enough hits from your pen that you were barely able to keep walking, let alone try to escape me or remember where you were going. You wouldn't know it, but in my backpack would be handcuffs, rope, a bandana or scarf, just waiting to find a spot secluded enough that I could take my time forcing you onto your knees to use your throat while your other holes begged for relief, against a tree so your pathetic clothes were ripped apart, binding your arms to a branch or around the trunk so you were there exposed for anyone passing to see. I'll take my time using your holes, they're already prepped and needy so it would be a waste not to. I'll make sure you're gagged tightly with that remote controlled toy down your throat now, keeping it satisfied while leaving my cum inside you to drip down your legs. When I'm done I'll just put you over my shoulder, still exposed, plugged with toys, gagged with your panties, and carry you back to the car, stopping along the way to give you a few swats across the ass and face to see if you're still conscious. Anyone who sees you will know exactly what happened, the cumdrunk smile on your face and your pathetic holes red and leaking will give it away. I'd use you again over the hood of the car before going home, one last time for good measure to make sure you really remember the trip, but by that point you're already so braindead you're limp and unresponsive. Maybe I'd let others have a go at what's left of your body, maybe I'll just want to keep you for myself. Maybe I'll just beat you awake and then back to sleep for the extra attention, just as an excuse to leave more marks on you.
Asks and submissions open, show me what you'd wear on that trip to tempt me into using you sooner
Thinking about your dom using a ring gag for deepthroat training. They show you a dildo on a wall, order you on your knees, and have you suck on it with your hands tied behind your back.
You’re taking it pretty well, but it’s just a little bit more than you can handle, you can’t quite get to the base. Suddenly, you feel their hand on the back of your head and they slowly, but firmly, push you towards the wall, the dildo sliding deep down your throat. You’re struggling now, gagging and tearing up, it’s so deep, deeper than you’ve ever taken anything in your throat.
You hope that your dom will let go soon, so you can get a breath, but that’s when you hear it. As you reach the base of the dildo, there’s a click, as the ring gag attaches to the base. Your dom pulls their hand away, but it doesn’t matter anymore. Your gag is locked in place at the base of the dildo, keeping you from pulling back.
Your dom watches, amused, as you frantically struggle, unable to pull away or use your hands. You’re trapped, completely helpless, with a dildo deeper than ever before, making your throat bulge as your eyes roll back.
You belong lashed to your own bed, spread eagled, with a vibrator hanging from the ceiling, just resting against your clit. Just enough stimulation to edge but not enough friction to cum, so that every time you thrust against it, it harmlessly swings away. Left like that for hours, gagged and helpless, sobbing tears of frustration and drooling all over yourself, when suddenly you see a red light flash on in the darkness.
Every moment of your humiliation live-streamed to the world while you whimper and moan and buck your hips like a bitch in heat. All modesty gone as your most vulnerable moments are laid bare for all to see. Face flushing bright red as you feel your stomach churn and tighten.
Shutting your eyes tight and wordlessly begging "no, not like this," as the degredation finally pushes you over the edge.
The fantasy below the cut was inspired by this post - "What if I just like idk tied you down and tried out different toys on you to see which ones make you make the noises I like the best?"
Just had to write the scenario out featuring (some of) my own toys.
Mature content below the cut; obviously.
She adored her toy collection - modest, but growing regularly, her nightstand served nearly exclusively to store them. They were neat, organized, and easily accessible. All things she was usually grateful for—
—All things she was currently cursing herself for.
It was all too easy for her current house guest to locate the curation of gadgets and accessories and grow curious to see them in action.
“I just want to hear how they make you sound,” they had said, as if it would assuage her shyness.
“Which one?”
“All of them.”
She laughed nervously before saying “you’d have to tie me down to get through all of them in one night, I think.”
She didn’t expect that they’d take her seriously.
The black rope twisted around her wrists and ankles, disappearing around each corner of the mattress, where they wrapped firmly around the joint of each frame leg, leaving little wiggle room.
Feeling herself slack-jawed, panting in anticipation and agape in multiple ways, yet utterly unable to draw herself together, was a wicked sensation. Embarrassing, yet thrilling.
“I haven’t even touched you yet, why are you already shaking like that? Cold?”
Hurt washed over her face temporarily, her eyebrows creasing tight, before she bit her lip and turned. She stared at the wall defiantly, pretending not to hear the sound of them rifling through toyboxes behind her.
One hand settled on the bed near her shoulder, their weight shifting her slightly back as they leaned in to whisper in her ear-
“Don’t look away again.”
While she could still feel the chill of the whisper against her skin, raising hairs all over, they grabbed her jaw firmly and squished her mouth open as they turned her face. In the meantime, they’d fetched a dildo with their free hand and pushed it into her gasping mouth.
With muffled sounds of protest, she tried to wrestle her head free, but they held tight. She sputtered around the deep blue silicone, her desperate attempts to pull away only working the toy against her throat more jarringly.
Once enough spit had been worked up over its length and down her chin to satisfy, they slowly withdrew it. Swirling it against her tongue in slow, lazy circles on the way out, they covered every possible bit of the toy.
They drew whimpers out of her, too, and she pressed her tongue out as much as she could to give them access, silently pleading for more.
They freed the grasp on her face at last, just to move between her legs, testing the wetness gathered there. Their fingers barely parted her lips, yet already drew away a glistening arc.
She was teased verbally, too, with a sweet yet sneering, “I know you didn’t really need any extra moisture to take this, but it looked too pretty with your pouty lips around it.”
Any retort she tried to work up was cut short by the gasp as they pressed it into her, deeply. The toy wasn’t too big, but the slight curve hit an angle that sent her reeling immediately, hips writhing upward for any relief, heels searching for purchase against the sheets.
Already, she was reduced to short and breathless gasps of “ah,” over and over again, as they rocked the toy against her, testing slight variations of depth to see where exactly it would draw the loudest cries. With a final thrust, they drew it out with a firm upward pressure the whole way, pressing down from the base until the tip popped out.
“FUCK!” was drawn out on a wail as she arched every bit of her core off the bed, her restraints drawn. The prying and overstimulating exit left her right on the edge, and she gasped in desperation.
“Ohhh f-fuck pleasepleasepleaseplease” she nearly cried, as her hips continued moving to find stimulation that wasn't there, against her will.
“Please, what? Would you like to tell me which toy I should use next? I can do that, since you begged so nicely.”
The only reply she offered up was an exasperated, halting exhalation as her hips finally lowered back to center.
They held up a rose gold clit-sucking vibe in one hand, and a mint-green rabbit vibe in the other, raising their eyebrow to her in query. She pouted, still panting to catch her breath.
“Will you pick, or should I? I won’t wait much longer.”
She nodded her chin towards the rabbit; they put the rabbit back down in the toy box, powering the lil' sucker up instead. She groaned out a wholly unsurprised, but still frustrated noise. They trailed the toy to capture a hardened nipple and her protest evened into a low, satisfied humming.
They pulled the toy away, replacing the pulsing, buzzing sensation with a hard pinch, and she cried out and tried to pull away. This only tugged her nipple tighter, and they moved the vibrator to the other side while her first was still pressed between their fingers.
Pain and pleasure contrasted and she could swear she felt each pulse of the vibrator zap right to her clit in this heightened state. They alternated this method for a while, until her chest blossomed red and raised from the attention and the slightest touch had her whimpering.
Finally, the vibrator found its rightful place pressed against her clit and she came almost immediately, so built up from the teasing. Her hips pressed as high as her restraints allowed her; she almost hovered, buzzing and tense. She shivered, hard, finally crashing down from the drawn-out orgasm and collapsing, pleading for a break.
They kept the toy still firmly conjoined to her now over-sensitive clit.
Pleasured cries of release warped into strained, worried, desperate pleading to please be given a break, but they used their free hand to press her down at the hips and keep the toy buzzing away at her pulsing clit.
Pleading devolved further until she was a wordless mess of “ahh”s and “ungg”s and “f-f-fuuu-”s, sputtering through a few more orgasms as they overstimulated her further.
Once tears ran down her face from the overwhelming pleasure, they finally gave her a break, turning at the side of the bed to return to the nightstand full of torture devices toys. They turned back to her, one arm behind their back, and the other reached to touch her hair. She pulled away, instinctively, but they easily reached her anyway, petting her hair with a hushing noise.
“That’s okay, what do you think I’m going to do? I’m just fixing your pretty hair, you mussed it all up with all your thrashing.”
They continued petting, smoothing, collecting all the hair off her shoulders and behind her. When they were satisfied, they leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead, and the other arm emerged from behind their back to wrap a collar around her now-bared neck.
They clasped it, carefully testing the tightness with fingers tucked under and straightening it simultaneously. Color raised in her cheeks, and she tried to turn her face away again, but a hand catching her jaw reminded her of their earlier warning.
A nervous whimper left her throat as she turned back to them to be met with a firm tug of the o-ring at the front of the collar and a measured whisper.
“Good girl, you remembered.”
Another whimper left her throat, and she immediately hated herself for how it so clearly asked for more, that needy little sound.
She hoped they would miss it, but there was no such luck. Their expression was hungry, wicked with want as they leaned into her face. With a finger at the o-ring, they pulled her by the collar to their face. The pressure around her neck made a gasp rush from her and her eyes went wide, still and breathless.
“You look so pretty collared,” whispered almost into her mouth with their closeness, their eyes roving her face like they wanted to memorize her current expression. “You like being collared, don’t you? You like being good for me. Tell me how much you like it?”
They drew back from her face with those last words, their finger still hooked in the ring of the collar to apply the slightest tugging pressure.
She raised up toward them as they retreated, her back arching, recovering what distance they put between them that she could. She gasped, momentarily hurt, when they moved further back, just out of her reach.
“Yes!” she gasped out loudly. “Yes I like being collared and I like being good for you, so so so much.”
The words rushed over one another, pitchy and desperate. Then, quieter, shyness growing in her face as the meaning of her obedience settled in-
“Thank you for letting me be a good girl for you, I d-d-do like to. And… Thank you for collaring me, I-I-I like wearing it for you. I feel so good. It all feels so good. You’re-Ahhhh!”
Her words of praise pitched to a close when they reached forward, clamping a small clothespin over her raised, still tender, nipple. They grabbed the other side, rubbing her nipple to hardness, the tender stroke contrasting with the stinging on the other side, before following with the second pin.
She cried out in pain and pleasure again, arching her chest up and balling the sheet into her fist. They chuckled at her protest, kneading a whole breast in each hand, tweaking the pin painfully beneath their grasp. She keeled again, the mixture of sensations clear in her drawn out groan.
They hooked the matching body harness to the o-ring of the collar, smoothing it down evenly between her tender breasts. They took the ends around her sides, looking down to her knowingly until she arched her back again, giving them room to weave the harness around the back and loop it closed with a prideful compliment.
“Such a good girl. And so pretty like this” they said, stepping back to admire her.
A pleased hum left her chest before she could contain it and they chuckled in return, turning back to the open toyboxes. They felt around, squeezing the toys through their silky bags to try to pick their next instrument. Pleased, they drew a long thin bag out, sliding a beautiful, iridescent purple, curved, glass dildo out.
“Well, this is so interesting,” they pondered as they weighed the toy in their hands. It was thin, not all that long, but the shape was almost like a wave, swells and dips creating width and points for hitting all the right angles.
They slid the glass along her breasts, down her body, and she shivered at the chill of the glass. Goosebumps raised on her body as she gasped and tried to draw away from it.
Chuckling swelled from their chest again as they said, “well, that is even more interesting. It gives me an idea. You stay put, okay? Don’t go anywhere!” They laughed harder at their own bad joke as they exited the bedroom, toy still in hand.
The worried whimper of protest that she emitted was completely ignored.
When they came back, the toy was gone, and she searched their face for any sign of where or why.
With a pat of her thigh and a soft clicking of their tongue, they spoke condescendingly, sickly-sweetness lining their words—
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’ll get that toy soon. Let’s see what else we can entertain ourselves with in the meantime, huh?” Returning to the nightstand yet again, they searched for their next tool.
They picked up the mint green rabbit vibe they had denied her earlier, turning it over in their hand, admiring the weight and the sturdy handle that made manipulating the toy effortless. They powered the toy on inquisitively, a satisfied chuckle bubbling up when the toy jumped to life, the tip thrusting. They powered it off again, setting it down to rest on her belly as they returned to the nightstand for lube.
“This one is thick. I bet it stretches you out sooo nicely.” They purred at her as they flicked the lid open on the lube, dribbling the cold jelly to pool in stark contrast along her hot center.
She groaned out softly in reply, blushing even hotter and squirming her hips as they watched the lube slide torturously down her cunt. They reached up her body languidly, grabbing the vibrator handle and slowly dragging it down her core.
Lazy flicks along her slit spread the lube around, the tip of the toy catching her opening with each pass, pressing almost in and popping loose, drawing a gasp from her with every pass. They powered on the vibrator; it purred to life as it barely grazed up her clit. Her body bucked, the stimulation jolting her with pleasure even on the lowest setting.
They pressed in, eyes darting between the sight of her clenching around the toy, the delicious stretching giving just a bit of resistance, and her face knit up into an expression of a silent scream.
“Fuck, that’s such a tight fit for you. You take it so well.”
She clenched at the words, the muscle contraction sucking the toy firmly into place with a satisfying buck. The vibrator extended upward to firmly press down against her clit from the outside, each part of the toy buzzing. The waves of pleasure pulsed through her, humming against her pubic bone and radiating out across her tummy until her whole core felt alight with it.
The silent cry the initial intrusion wrought out of her still held her face stunned and open, eyes and mouth wide, but now a strangled series of “nggh”s and “uhh”s escaped her.
They turned the vibrator up. And again. They turned the thrusting on, and up and up and up.
The scream was real, then; a loud, sobbing cry that wrenched out of her discordantly. They tried to fuck the toy into her, but her clenching muscles carried her toward them as they tried to pull it out. It popped back in place, making the vibrator return to her clit with a smacking force sending her hips bucked wildly, a pointless escape attempt.
They clicked their tongue at her and leaned close to whisper, “you’re not going to come right away again, are you? Don’t you want me to have any fun? I want to work for it.”
Now her sobs were real, too, tears glistening along her cheeks from the combined overstimulation and sting of embarrassment. They met her gaze with faux-sympathy, a condescending pout shaping their lips, and she instinctively tried to wipe tears off with the back of her hand.
When the tension of the rope reminded her of her bind, she whimpered slightly before returning her gaze to their eyes, embarrassment hardening into icy rage.
“Atta girl, chin-up,” delivered with a wink and a tweak of her chin before she could wrench it free. With another private laugh, they returned to grinding the toy into her, making her glare melt again as her eyes rolled back momentarily and she pressed her heels into the mattress.
Attempts to withdraw the toy from her current vice-grip on it continued to fail, and she bucked her hips. She repeated a series of strangled “uh-uh-uh”s, their increasing pitch signaling another quickly incoming orgasm.
“You’re not going to stop clenching around this toy to let me get it out of your tight little hole until I turn it off, hm?” they asked.
She nodded immediately, each movement punctuated with quick repetitions of desperate pleas.
They powered the vibrator off, vibrations first, then left it to thrust into her a few more beats before finally turning it fully off.
Her body slowly unwound, her hips returning to the mattress first. Tiny hiccups of breath shook her belly, and spasms still trembled along the insides of her thighs from how long they had been tense. They didn’t try to remove the toy for a while, just stroked their hand down her chest and belly in slow, intentional motions.
She felt her breath slowing, her focus guided to measure it by their comforting pressure. She wasn’t sure how they could tell, but when every muscle in her body finally relaxed, they knew. It was then that they returned their grip to the handle of the toy still inside of her and wrenched it free in one quick tug.
“Ohhhhh FUCK ahhh-” she wailed, but was interrupted when they thrust it right back. She grunted quietly, a little gasp of “uh-” cut off by another wail as they yanked it out again. They fucked her roughly this way for a few more thrusts, working her open, before they powered the vibrations and thrusts up once again.
Even as her muscles tensed in response to the returned sensations, they kept up the rate of their thrusts. The protrusion that met her clit forced against her with each drive of the toy into her, nearing painful.
She gasped as the toy withdrew, then whimpered when she met its base again. She slid into another climax suddenly when their thrusts slowed to a deep grind. They pressed the vibrator down from the handle so the thrusts of the toy angled upward.
Despite her tied ankles, her thighs still drew together as close as she could manage as she arched with pleasure. She writhed and shook, desperate to get loose from where the toy still pounded against her.
“I think the next thing your collection needs is a spreader bar,” they grumbled, shoving her apart and down with a free hand on her thigh.
When they had satisfied themselves with her willingness to accept the overstimulation, they left the toy in and stepped back. Even without them fucking her with it, the toy thrust just enough to grind against her and keep her on edge. They chuckled with satisfaction as they admired it working itself in and out of her.
“That can keep you entertained while I go fetch that other dildo,” they said as they left the room once again.
She groaned, arching and squeezing in an attempt to unlodge the rabbit vibe from her aching cunt, but only managed to push herself into another orgasm. She sobbed, doing her best to stifle the noise.
Shortly after, they returned with the missing toy hooked over a finger and promptly stated-
“I didn’t expect you to be that well entertained. I can’t believe you came without me here to watch.”
They traced the glass dildo across the swell of her chest and she arched, gasping. The glass was cold. Not like before, when it was chill to the touch–ice cold. Frigid. They lift it, bring it back against her stomach, and she groans.
She can’t decide if she’s eager for the temperature to cool the ache of overstimulation, still worsening with each thrust of the toy into her, or if she’s more afraid of how badly the cold will hurt.
Her whimpering grew more desperate as the cold parted her legs, tracing down one thigh, up the other. They drew the dildo away, briefly, only to finally remove the rabbit vibe from her.
Unexpectedly, she caught herself sputtering at its exit, at its absence, even as it withdrew easily this time—she had grown accustomed to the stretch.
She knew the glass dildo well, and it did not offer the same satisfying stretch. It hit all the angles with overwhelming, unyielding pressure. It wound her up tight and ready, but it didn’t give her the satisfying fill she needed to be able to come.
There was no more time for worrying when they brought her attention back to them with a brush of the icy glass along her cunt.
“Ahhhhh!”
The top curve of the glass barely made contact with her clit, yet the temperature difference felt like a jolt of electricity through her. Her toes curled and her elbows and heels grappled for purchase in the sheets.
Her arch to get away only served to open herself to more angles for the cold wand of glass to trail zaps and goosebumps across all of her most sensitive spots. Brushing up the inner cheek and up to her thigh, tracing along every fold, using the dildo to press her open as they inspected her every reaction.
Finally, they thrust the toy into her and she sobbed, the cold simultaneously numbing some of the sensation and making her painfully aware of its presence within her. Every swell of the swirling glass pressed distinctly against her walls.
Eyes rolling back, she gasped out a quiet “oh god.”
When they started moving the toy, she had to brace herself. It ached. So cold, and with such deep and firm pressure that stung and pleasured simultaneously.
They manipulated the versatile dildo until they found every angle she loved and hated most, wringing blessings and curses alike from her lips. They kept fucking her past when the glass returned to room temperature, until it went warm with her heat.
Withdrawing the toy with a firm press upwards again, as with every other toy, wrenched another desperate sob and sent her clenching, on the edge, as she went back to being empty.
She hated how she couldn’t help but have her hips buck upward, searching for any stimulation again, when so recently she’d been begging for—well, she never really said what, exactly. A break, less stimulation, mercy?
Whatever it was wasn’t the point. The point was, her words begged for one thing while her body betrayed her real needs.
It was effortlessly degrading to her, and she loved every moment.
They picked up a pink wand next, and she started to wonder if she actually did want more, already anticipating the powerful rumble she knew would be coming. Pressing it to her clit, the vibrator whirred on.
Unlike most toys that start on a low setting and you turn up, this wand starts on the highest setting and you turn it down. But it was already pressed firmly to her clit when they discovered this quirk—and the responding way her body arched.
They never turned it down. They just left it on the highest setting, igniting a string of incendiary “fuck”s and “fuckers”s, punctuated with much more sweet begging please.
She was losing count of how many times she’d come, the strong vibrator shaking her core and any coherent thought loose, too. When all her words devolved into unintelligible sputtering, they stopped.
Next, her other glass dildo emerged from the toy-box. This one was two-sided, with a curved side and a beaded side. They grabbed lube, too, dribbling it to gather along the seams of the beaded end.
A low and nervous moan exited her as she began to comprehend their plan.
They let it grind through her wetness as they pushed it down, further. She was already slick all the way down to her ass with so much moisture gathering there, but they gathered even more there.
The first bead circled her ass and she gritted her teeth, nervous huffs escaping from between them. They pushed slowly, the pressure only enough to have her take what she was ready for. Her cries grew pitchy, still breathy. The first bead popped in and she yelled, eyes gone wide.
Another bead followed and this time her cry resembled something much closer to a moan. By the time they worked the third bead in and she took the dildo to the base, the moan was blatant, wanton.
“You love having something in your ass, huh?” they asked, and their question was met with even louder moans.
They chuckled before continuing, “that's not an answer…”
“Yes, I love it! So much! Please, more, I need more—ahhhh!” Her words choked off as they worked the beads out of her quickly then shoved them back in roughly.
Her hips bucked wide, knees spreading as much as possible, giving them more room to angle the dildo. The round hardness pressed up to where she could feel it stimulating her clit through her sensitive walls.
“Right there—oh god—oh oh yesyesyes” she gasped, eyes flaring with need.
Following her direction, they kept the angle up, working the third bead in and out of her easily as they ground the tip right where she wanted it.
This orgasm built up slowly, intentionally. It did make them work for it, as they had wanted before. But they were desperate to see her climax around the clear beads, no stimulation but the glass roughly fucking her ass, and the preceding overstimulation that left her strung out and sensitive. Their pace grew frenzied as a result, while still never losing control over hitting the spot that had her teetering closer to the edge.
She clenched all over before she came loudly, throaty and uninhibited, sobbing and satisfied. They moaned, too, encouraging and praising as the orgasm continued unraveling through her. When she finally collapsed into a heap, they finally withdrew the dildo, gently working it out of her as she whimpered tiredly.
With a squeeze to her thigh, they turned to the foot of the bed and began untying one of her ankles, then the other. She whimpered again, not ready for it to end. She had more toys they hadn’t used yet…
By then, they had freed all but one wrist, petting and soothing along the way as they undid her. When the last wrist was free, they hauled her up and into their lap. For a few minutes, they remained that way, simultaneously stroking and squeezing all over. With a final firm grope of her ass in both hands, they tipped her back toward the mattress, face down.
A moan left her mouth as soon as she felt a hand follow to her head, pressing her firmly into her place before traveling up the length of her spine. At her waist, they pushed downward, forcing her to arch her back. Their other hand joined as they moved to her hips, grabbing firmly to hoist her up from her ass and into an even deeper arch and presentation.
When their hands disappeared from their grip on her and started rustling in the nightstand again, she groaned loudly.
“I can’t believe you’re still so ready for more. Such a good, willing girl.” Their words made her groan again, grinding her hips back into the air, begging for stimulation.
Her wrists were gathered together then, pulled roughly to meet behind her waist. They wrapped her cuffs around each wrist, the soft leather cool on her flushed skin. They hooked them together in the middle, and she whimpered as more weight pushed onto her face without her arms to support her.
They yanked her knees apart, wide, then grazed their fingertip up between her legs. They only barely made contact, just sliding over the slick of her arousal. They circled her asshole, pressing just a bit, and then they withdrew. She moaned, pushing her ass back desperately.
The sound of the lube bottle clicking open once again had her whimpering in anticipation, and she thought she may come just from the cold of it drizzling over the tender hole.
Something buzzed to life behind her, and she groaned louder. A buttplug pressed at her opening. It was big, wide, and it always took her so much effort to get it into her. She’d only ever used it a few times because of that, usually finding she would give up trying to work it into herself.
At this angle, she was stretched tense, and it was almost impossible to relax into the invading pressure. She whimpered fearfully, but an edge of anticipation for the pain and strain lingered, nonetheless.
They pushed harder and gained some distance, but still met too much resistance at the widest point, and she cried out in pain.
“Oh god–nononono it won’t fit this way!” she cried in desperation, her hands wildly flailing to fail adorably at trying to swat them away. The cuffs did their job, keeping her bound there and helpless.
“It’s going to fit,” said quietly between gritted teeth as they pressed the plug into her again.
Despite her desperate cries and squirming, they didn’t relent the pressure this time. They held firm, pushing with gentle force, so her squirming only served to work her own asshole over the plug until it finally, satisfyingly popped in.
“Ohhhhh goooodddd,” she mumbled into the sheets, mouth gaping, as the vibrations buzzed right against the sensitive spot that was still tender from the firm pressure of the last toy.
Her ass bucked wildly, totally out of her own control as they turned the vibrations up stronger. She couldn’t even hear them returning to the toy-box, too blissed out from the pulsing plug deep inside her.
They buzzed on a small bullet vibrator in the same soft lavender-colored silicone as the butt plug, dragging it slowly up her cunt on the lowest setting. She shivered and bucked harder as the vibrator barely passed over her clit.
Her moans into the mattress grew frenzied at the dual stimulation, her bucking losing rhythm entirely.
They sunk the vibrator into her clenching pussy and she rolled into an orgasm, fists balling up the sheets as she drooled around a quiet series of “uh-uh-uhs,” grunting right into the bed.
“Oh, no… I just realized that I'm using two toys on you at the same time… That’s going to skew my results. Well, I guess we’ll have to start over again and be more careful this time.”
An exhausted whimper escaped her, and they replied with a firm slap of her ass cheek. She cried out, face rearing up from the bed in response before falling back forward, her arch slipping.
They pulled her hips back to reshape her spine into the deep dip that presented her ass, the loop of the pretty plug jutting out invitingly. They tugged on that too, making her yelp.
“This is really your fault for having such needy holes. I felt like I had to fill them both up at once to satisfy you.” Another spank on the other cheek. “Say thank you.”
She moaned out her gratitude, arching her ass toward them for more.
I got myself a labia spreader and it’s driving me crazy…
They’re this nifty little things that, well, spread your labia. Besides the obvious exposing your clit to all kinds of stimulation (especially while wearing denim over it, ugh), the feeling of having labia spread all the time is a thing on it’s own.
I bought one for a couple of bucks and tried it immediately when it got delivered. It’s so mean! I never even thought of what the part that gets inserted might feel like but damn…
It stretched me but left me wide open and empty at the same time. While pressing a sweet spot in me at the same time. It’s just. You’re empty but not. You’re exposed but not feeling anything on the outside. And damn. Moving? Wearing it under clothes? Denim is the best kind of bad.
If you think wearing a plug or crotchrope outside is a nice dirty secret, try walking around with your cunt wide open. (Hmmzz, I should really try the trifecta someday.) I wanted to get home soooo bad to touch myself. Oeh! And the airhumping. Gzzzbluprstttghaaaa!
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