Read My Kink

The next day started early for me and late for Sir and Miss.  The night before, I had brought my lovely iPhone into the cage with me; so that I could write my dreams down in the morning.  That plan sort of backfired, as I awoke bright and early (at 8:00 – yes, this is early for me.  Especially on a weekend!) when I received a phone call.  While I was able to relax after the phone call, I was not able to get back to sleep, and waited patiently for Sir and Miss to wake up.

After we had all eaten breakfast, it was time for me to suck Sir’s cock once again.  I will not go into much detail, as you can read about my experience here; but needless to say, it was certainly a learning experience.  As gross as it was to throw up all over Sir’s cock, it also taught me to stop worrying about making a mess.  Though I am sure I am not completely over my anti-messy mental block, I am happy that this weekend gave me a chance to work on overcoming it.

Skipping ahead, (because I really cannot remember what happened), Sir and Miss decided to put me on Sir’s new dungeon device.  I must say, that  really enjoyed this device.  I felt so exposed, with my legs spread and my holes so easily accessible; and I loved it.

As you can see in the picture, Sir and Miss were kind enough to use the long glass toy on me.  In addition to that, I also had another awesome orgasm with the Hitachi wand.  There is something about being bound with my holes so exposed that turns me on.  While I could wiggle a little bit, there was absolutely no way of closing my legs.

My mind went to some far off places, as I zoned out and enjoyed the feeling of the glass and the wand.  I thought about travelling back in time, to a small village, and the whore of a rather wealthy usurer (think back to the times of The Merchant of Venice).  I was tied to this contraption, in the middle of the town square, with a coin box beside me.  For a penny, anyone could have their way with me; and when they were done, I would be rinsed off with a bucket of water and made ready for the next person.

My mind then took me to a dark underground dungeon, where a man with a black mask hovered over me.  He unzipped his pants and rammed his cock into my cunt and would not stop.  The pounding got harder and harder, as my cunt overflowed with juices.  The man, using me as an object, not even talking to me or looking at me.  I was a piece of fuckmeat.

I am pretty sure I went to some other places, but those were the two that I remember the most.  After my orgasm, Sir untied me and let me rest for a little while.  I think my mind made up for the “happiness” of the weekend with these fantasies.  Soon after, it was time for Miss to explore my cunt once again.

She came into the room with a bottle of grapeseed oil, and a bright blue glove.  I saw the glove and knew what was coming.  Miss slowly worked her fingers into my cunt one at a time; again, checking with me every two seconds to make sure she was not hurting me.  After a while, I could no longer tell how many fingers were inside me.

I could feel her fingers moving around inside me, trying to find my lovely pleasure spots.  A few minutes later, and I finally felt a bit of pain.  It was not a sharp razor blade type of pain; but rather a stretching pain.  Miss kept encouraging me to hold on for a few more seconds, as Sir came around and took a few pictures.  I didn’t know it at the time, but Miss was almost wrist-deep into my cunt.

Unfortunately, due to some computer glitches, we do not have those photos.  But now that i know I am fistable, I will make sure to take some, next time someone puts their hand in my cunt.

I went home that night feeling high.  It was not my usual high, because the play that weekend had not been nearly intense enough to produce that kind of high.  I cannot quite describe it, but I suppose it was more a feeling of comfort than of being high.  I also think that my Sir and Miss addiction has gotten to the point where any visit with them brightens my mood for a few days.

There are many things that contributed to this different sense of high.  For one thing, Miss had never participated this much, or this intimately before; and it made me happier than I could describe for her to take that step.  For another thing, I have always wanted to be fisted.  I had tried a few times prior to this visit, but my cunt was just not stretchy enough. Deeper than that though, I think my different high came from me trusting Miss more.  Just as she decided to take a step across her imaginary borderline by touching me intimately, I took a tiny step across mine, by letting myself trust her.

This experience was full of new experiences and lightbulb moments.  While I enjoyed the change of pace, I am most certainly looking forward for some less “happy” play.  I suppose I’ll find out tomorrow, what Sir and Miss have in store for me this weekend.

!