I'm all about girth.
She said those words to me as we were talking about my current lover...lovers. In the midst of questioning me about what I liked, and their physical attributes, she let that slip. I knew her husband had a thick cock and the idea of sharing that fat piece of man-meat with her had been a fantasy of mine for some time. I loved a long cock ok, I guess, but size was never really the total determinate for me; I wanted someone who could make me cum, and if big did it fine, but they didn't have to be.
I guess I never much thought about just plain ole fatness. A fat head, yes, that was, if nothing else, visually exciting. Thinking about it, being stuffed with a thick cock always DID make me cum, although what was attached to it didn't always make me want to return for more.
Anyway, now that she put the thought in my mind, I'm turning it over and over....
All this taking place as she leads me into a room; a cold, hard room of concrete walls and floors. Sounds reverberating off the walls at our entrance; sharp clicks of our heels as we make our way down a hall.
I'm naked. She had me undress, except for my heels, before we started down to this room. Nude but for the heels, and another item she added; a black leather collar around my throat, to which she's attached a leash, the leash used to pull me behind her.
I'm all about girth.
The words repeated as she opened the door, bringing into sight the swing and the table below it. On the table, perhaps a platform might be a better description of it, protruding through the top, two dildo's. One fat, thick, long; the other shorter and not quite as wide around. But both seeming to reinforce her statement. Another oddity of the platform and its two appendages was what appeared to be a motor of some sort on the underside.
With a soft kiss on my cheek, she slips a heavy hood over my head; fastening it, in a fashion, by tightening a cord that runs along the open end. Pulled just tight enough to hold it in place above the under edge of my collar, and adjusted so that a round opening is in front, allowing me use of my mouth should she need or desire it. Satisfied with it, my hands are pulled behind me and bound after she directs me to grasp my hands just below the elbow of the opposite arm leaving them folded behind me in this manner.
A tug on my leash and we start forward. From my brief glimpse of the room, I know we have reached the area of the swing; confirmed as I'm told to wait and listen to the sounds of what must be the swing's loosening, buckles opened and leather straps whistling though metal orifices. I stand motionless, awaiting direction to turn or move to allow my lover to place me in the swing; but I wait and wait, the room now silent. Within the confines of the hood, I'm aware only of my breathing and the beating of my heart pounding in my ears in the minutes β or was it only a minute seemed much longer by the anticipation β that follow.
Zipppppppppppppp.
I barely hear it but oh do I feel its bite. From behind me, striking across both cheeks, something thin and hard makes its acquaintance. A sharp line of burn left in its wake.
I gasp and hear a chuckle.
"Oh you liked that didn't you?"
Senses keen now, all sounds dampened by the fabric of the hood, I prepare myself for another strike. But again I'm treated to a pregnant period of waiting, which serves to highlight the entire length of the cane's landing. Certain it was a cane that was employed, my mind turning over the memory of the room wondering how I missed seeing it; and wondering what else I failed to note when we entered this place.
Another touch, this one small and sharp, the tip of something tracing along the line the cane left; she is using the point of the cane, needless drawing for me the welt left on my ass.
"Yes, I think I liked it too. Already such a lovely stripe."
The point retreats and I breathe in. This time not disappointed in my prediction of more caresses, more markings, from her new toy. The air cut with the zip of the cane until it lands across my butt; once, twice, a third...they follow in quick succession, the angle changed each time to cover as much new flesh at possible. I can't help but jump, rising forward on my toes, my heels just returning to the floor in time for the next one.
Another pause, and a hand on my shoulder, she brings her face close to my hidden ear.
"Baby, can you feel it? They rise up instantly. Leaving no doubt as to where I struck you."
I lick my lips, my mouth suddenly dry, swallowing in an attempt to answer. Through the opening, her mouth finds mine, kissing me, keeping any response I may have made locked within my brain. Before her mouth leaves mine, her fingers find a nipple; twisting and tugging with it pinched firmly between her thumb and index finger.
"Try to hold still, I want the lines distinct."
Released from her grip, I suck in more air; and I begin to count as she resumes her work. Lines are drawn up and down, then crisscrossing; the pain searing each time, and I'm unable to remain motionless or quiet. She stops after five and I'm gasping for air, for control, swaying slightly, or perhaps trembling, in their wake.
Seconds, long as minutes, pass as I continue to shake. Jumping at the unexpected, soft touch of her fingers over the welts.
"I know baby, this does deliver far beyond its size. I can tell you don't want to cry out, but you are. And I have...well...plans yet to complete."
Her fingers leave my ass and push at my chin, opening my mouth wider. I want to swallow and manage a gagging one as she keeps my lips apart; the opening then filled with the hard roundness of the ball gag. My chin released, I close over it and feel the strings in each corner of my mouth as she ties them together at the back of my head.