I woke, well rested, and quickly became aware that my pussy was wet and there was a deeper ache inside me. My first thoughts were of how badly I wanted a cock. It would be easy to slide in. I was already wet enough that it could enter me in one smooth slide. I clenched imaging the satisfying impact. Clenching on nothing only made me more desperate.
Luckily, Sir's plan for the day seemed to include exactly what I was craving. He asked me to dress in heels, skater skirt, and stretchy low cut blouse (never any undies or bra). He then blindfolded me and quietly led me somewhere in our house. I felt gentle taps on my thighs widening my legs, then, thank heaven, something fat and stiff nudging at my pussy lips. It slid home just as easily as I'd imagined it would despite it being bigger than most I took inside myself. I couldn't help myself and moaned wantonly as it filled me. Clenching down on the dildo sent a shuddering wave of pleasure through my whole body. Sir chuckled and I felt deliciously embarrassed at my display of lust. Deny me orgasm long enough, tease me relentlessly every day, and then all it takes is one stroke with the unknown dildo to melt me - no lube required! My desperate pussy takes care of that all on its own.
Sir's hand caressed my jaw and then gripped my neck firmly. I yielded to his desire as he turned my face this way and that, knowing how much he liked the sight of me all pliant and desperate. I opened my mouth. I hoped by doing this unasked, I would earn his grunt of pleasure, or better yet the compliment, "such a pretty, useful mouth". Instead I felt sharp pain as he pinched my already hard left nipple through my shirt. I gasped and felt warm lust roll through me.
"How is that dido staying in me?" I wondered, since both of Sir's hands were busy elsewhere on my body. I clenched and pushed experimentally on the dildo but it didn't budge. The delicious full feeling made me groan again. Sir chuckled. His hands left my body and then something clicked at the base of the dildo as it pushed higher in me - just to the edge of discomfort.
I heard him cross the room and the sound of his rolling chair and typing. I must be standing in his home office then. He worked from home most days and kept his office scrupulously neat. How was this dildo staying up? I squirmed and found my range of motion limited.
Though I was strictly disallowed touching clit or pussy without permission, I reached down cautiously trying to explore the dildo's base. I couldn't reach it. Whatever was in me held so rigidly that I couldn't bend far enough to reach below my vagina. I tried a small step forward but the dildo refused my motion. Shifting my heel made a sharp metallic sound but the floor in Sir's office is carpet. Come to think of it, I'd heard that same sound when he positioned me....
Frustration and arousal swept through me. This dildo must be on a pole. It impaled me and my heels kept me off balance enough to ensure I stayed put, exactly where Sir wanted me. It was odd (and a wild turn on) to be so free and yet so stuck. I settled in, clenching and releasing, enjoying the pleasure but desperate for more.
After a few minutes, I heard Sir getting up from his desk. He grabbed my breasts hard and I gasped. Without warning he let them go and then slapped first one then the other. When I'm on edge, nothing turns me on like breast pain. It hardly registers as pain but converts immediately to breathless pleasure.
"Thank you sir" I breathed.
"Good girl," he said.
