I recently had a lovely couple approach me for a session where I was invited to take the females strap-on cherry, after several phone calls to become at ease with each other we arranged the date and it was really a very special occasion which I will treasure in my memory 🙂 and certainly would love to explore more with this amazing lovely couple. The session was to be about sensation and the senses a very sensual experience before leading on to more carnal pleasures of the flesh!
The lady wrote up a beautiful piece of erotic lit which I have approval to share with you the reader, please enjoy 🙂
I am surrounded by thick, velvety blackness.
The mask blocks my vision in totality, not even the slightest silver of light penetrates the dark.
I am lightly restrained. Just enough to keep me in place. It is enough.
I hear voices, muted discussions. The sound of toys being moved, arranged. I pay surprisingly little heed to the distractions. In the words of Doris Day, what will be, will be. I am under no illusion, but wait with nervous anticipation nonetheless.
My senses are drawn to my back, as hands move lightly over my skin, swiftly joined by another pair.
My skin is caressed, explored like never before. No part of me is sacred, nor would I wish it to be.
The light touches give way to gentle scratching. I hear the unmistakable sound of my twin blades being drawn against each other and shiver with pleasure.
Cold hard steel against my skin is something that can thrust me into subspace surprisingly quickly.
Claws and knives. My senses are aflame, my arousal growing with every passing moment.
Fingers graze my inner thighs, taunting me with the promise of more.
I squirm, wanting the fingers to touch me far more intimately. I am teased for what seems like hours. My frustration and my arousal increasing to epic proportions.
My mind knows no logic. I am caught entirely in the moment, a moment of promise that the pleasures to follow will be of levels never previously experienced.
I feel a sudden coldness on my clit, as a lubricant is liberally applied. Fingers explore me, teasing, bringing me to the edge, over and over. Each time I reach the edge of the precipice, I am cruelly denied.
I beg, plead, just allow me this release.
But Master knows me too well. One would be a drop in the ocean of my capacity and desire, and to allow it too soon , would curtail a significantly bigger orgasm.
They toyed with me for what felt an age. My body wracked with desire. Shaking with need. I slip deep into my head to try to gain some focus, some control, but even this escape is denied when my torment takes the forming of a wand.
When the orgasm finally breaks from me, all control is gone. My body bucks against the restraints, and a tsunami erupts from me.
This is the start of many hours of play.
I am on a wave of pleasure.
Hands constantly touching, stroking, probing, pinching, spanking, caressing.
My senses in joyful confusion as they become overloaded with input.
My Master and my beautiful tormentor take it in turns to use me then they both use me together, simultaneously entering me. I am there to be used and enjoyed, yet i know my enjoyment is also paramount.
I strain to see their faces, gauge their expressions, but alas this is impossible when they are behind me.
My joy is to see Masters face during play. It allows me to read his desires and to see his pleasure.
I take reassurance that the sounds I hear are those of pleasure.
By the time I reach my final, massive, orgasm. I have been fucked by fingers and hands, cocks and dildos. I have soaked the floor more times than I could possibly remember. I have been swept away on a tidal wave of emotion and sensation.
The experience surpassing my wildest imagination.
My gratitude to Master and Mistress for something that has completely changed my perspective.
Credits to D a very special lady and her Master who gave me the privilege to share her and this wonderful experience.