I am on holiday in Paris, staying in a small hotel with my fiancΓ©, Chris. We are head over heels in love and spend each day exploring the City and visiting various sights by day and enjoying romantic candlelit meals in the evenings. It is wonderful to be spending so much time together and our love seems to feel even stronger.
We return to our hotel after another wonderful evening out, a little the worse for alcohol! We pounce on each other as soon as we are inside the hotel room, kissing, mauling and almost tearing each others clothes off.
Chris pauses a moment "Paula, would you do something really special for me?" he asks. "Chris, if you really want it I will do anything for you" I say.
Chris reaches into the bedside cabinet and pulls out a bag from which he pulls something-an enormous grotesquely misshapen black rubber penis! I am shocked, just staring at this monstrous thing as he places it on the bed...
"I want to use it on you" he says "to fuck you with it!"
I can hardly believe it is even possible... the thing is far too big, at least three and a half inches thick and nearly nine inches long!
"Where did you get it?" I ask, gingerly reaching to pick it up, shuddering at the feel of it as I hold it in my hands. It is really heavy and it looks even bigger close up.
"In the Rue St Denis, I bought it in one of the sex shops while you were having your hair done"
I look deep into Chris's eyes and see how desperately he wants me to do this and I know I'm going to let him, no matter what. Suddenly I have an idea...before I have given it any thought I blurt it out...
"You know I will do anything for you Chris, I really want to but I'm afraid it will hurt and I'll have to make you stop" I say "Perhaps if you tied me down then I wouldn't be able to stop you?"
Chris smiles at me and kisses me tenderly. "You are wonderful, do you know that?"
With a mixture of excitement and fear I take my clothes off and lie back on the bed while Chris gets something to tie me with. My eyes are drawn to the dildo again. It is frighteningly large, massively thick with a bulbous misshapen head and huge knobbly veins along the shaft. I shudder to think what it will feel like inside me!
Chris returns with several lengths of soft nylon cord and a razor and shaving foam. I am one of those fortunate women who have very little pubic hair, just a few wispy blonde curls above my slit but Chris wants to shave them off, to have me completely bare.
He gets me to lie on my back in the middle of the bed and puts two pillows under my bottom then ties me spread eagled on it, my legs stretched wide apart, my arms above my head. Once he's finished I am completely helpless and totally exposed.
Chris then shaves the hair from my pussy and I feel even more exposed, even more vulnerable. Chris sits back to admire his handiwork and smiles at me.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asks, gazing deep into my eyes. With my heart beating wildly I utter the words I know will make me totally his, completely at his mercy...
"There is nothing in the world I want more Chris, I really do, so if I ask you to stop, no matter what I say or do, even if I sound like I mean it, I want you to fuck me with it okay?"
Chris smiles at me and I feel curiously relieved, all decision now taken away from me... all I can do is relax and enjoy it because it's going to happen anyway!