These are my very first submissions, and they are true accounts of recent experiences that made a profound impact on me. I hope that you enjoy reading them. Feedback and comments are most welcome. - A
Two - A and the Sybian
All morning, I am distracted and unproductive - excited and anxious and nervous and thrown off (albeit, in a good way) by hosting a sexual encounter in my space, something I don't do terribly often. And curious, as ever, to know how much of what I'm feeling is intentional; how well He knows, or at least can guess, my mental state given our limited interactions.
Finally, He arrives. Immediately, He hands me His things and unhurriedly walks back to His truck. Feeling bashful at just watching, I return back to the kitchen until He re-enters with a very large cardboard box. I laugh at the absurdity and half-heartedly ask what's inside, already knowing that He won't tell me until He feels like it. A quick, soft, understated kiss is all I get - He is hungry. I am both impatient to play and thankful to be given something to do, to occupy my hands. Then, He wants to smoke, and like eating, He does so slowly, carefree.
Still, I'm on fire, exasperated, unsure how intentional this all is, thrilled that He's here, and so looking forward to play. Finally, we enter my bedroom - but wait - first, the box needs to be retrieved. Then, He wants some time to freshen up. I lay across my bed next to this giant box in surrender.
At last, He sits in my desk chair, and, like the last time we played, His voice gets this steel thread in it that... sends chills upon chills upon chills through my body. In that moment, there is nothing that I ache for more that to obey that quiet, serious, self-assured voice.
"Open the box."
I open it, somewhat expecting to see the paddles and restraints of last time. I was
completely
wrong.
"Oh my god... is this what I think it is?"
"I don't know what you think it is."
"A Sybian."
Fuckkk
.
As instructed, I place it on the floor and plug it in. I find myself remaining on my knees, covering my face with my hands, completely shocked. I was feeling a bit bashful by how thoroughly I lost control last time we played, and had been hoping to keep a slight semblance of dignity or poise, but I'm already feeling knocked off balance. I try to take some deep breaths as He finishes setting up. He sits in the chair He's placed off to the side and tells me to take my panties off. I feel self-conscious as we lock eyes as I remove them.
He calls me over to Him, and tells me to spread my legs wide, and wider still. This is where my mind starts to fly, just like last time, unfocused and unmoored by shock and feeling so deliciously debased. He touches me, there, for the first time in almost a month. My god, it feels so so fucking good - the only place where the two of us are connecting, touching at all, is His finger on my clit as I stand before him, His hand up my dress. When I can stand it, I take my hands off my face and twist them into my hair and look into His eyes as I watch Him play my body effortlessly. When He is satisfied, He raises one finger to my mouth and I lean forward to suck, closing my eyes to savor how I taste on His skin. He offers me a second finger, and my tongue cleans this one thoroughly, too.
He tells me to sit on the Sybian.
I'm still so shocked by the concept that I need clarification that He means for me to actually put the attachment inside of me, which, of course, He does. As gracefully as I can manage (which is not terribly gracefully), I sink on to the appendage of the Sybian, feeling as it fills me up completely, hurting me deliciously as it stretches me as I sink lower. As my thighs make contact with the body of the machine, He tells me to simply sit and experience the sensations. I'm so grateful, as I am too full to have this machine move just yet. After letting an "ow" escape from my mouth, He smugly informs me that I'll stretch a bit.
He turns the Sybian on a low setting. Wowww... my thighs grip the body as it vibrates inside me, on my clit, all at once. I love how He has this remote control to utilize as He sees fit, and I'm completely helpless at the mercy of His whims - I just have to sit there, and take whatever He decides this machine will give me.
"Do you remember my rules?"
Yes, I must ask permission; my orgasms are not mine when we play. I wonder if today is going to be a day where He denies me... I don't know if I'll be able to stop it, so I fervently hope not. He also wants me to tell Him as I am coming, effectively exposing my entire orgasmic experience to Him. Having to say those words fills me with shame and turns me on at the same time. He also informs me that I am to keep track of the number of orgasms, something I hadn't last time.
He increases the vibrations to a medium, and I alternate hiding my face and locking eyes with Him as the sensations become more powerful. I'm aching. Embarrassingly soon, I need to ask:
"Please Sir, may I come?"
He grants me permission, stand behinds me, and I feel His leg against my back and His hands on my shoulders, pushing me down. I revel in this chance to be touched by Him, even more so as he slips his hand inside my bra and cups me, teasing my nipple. This touch, the increased pressure on the Sybian, and feeling His body touch so much of mine, is enough to send me crashing into an incredible fire-hot orgasm that engulfs every inch of my body. I manage to gasp out that I am coming before I am lost in my own screams - my first orgasm in twenty-two days.
