By Kinkabella
Archived Here With Her Kind Permission

Monday, July 18, 2005

(Original diary entry, September 2004)

Circumstances kept me away from my computer over the weekend and by the time Monday morning came around, I was feeling particularly guilty about not having had any contact with Ms. X (not her real name). With this in mind, I made sure I logged on after making ready all the things Ms. X (not her real name) might need for her pleasure with me.

Our online rendezvous such as the one this particular morning are always discreet with her having stipulated to me last week that I wasn't to tell anybody -- not even my husband -- about her training of me. Living with this secret and the knowledge of the humiliating things she's already made me do is a tantalizing feeling. It's a feeling that has driven many new and arousing fantasies of late. For example, I had a dream the past two nights in a row where I stand before Ms. X (not her real name). She's sitting in her favorite chair, relaxed and with a devious glint in her lovely eyes. She's toying with a butt plug. Not the small red latex one I have, but a slightly larger black plastic one. Aside from being larger it's also more rigid. She tells me to turn and bend over with my hands on my knees.

I can tell almost instantly that she has applied more tiger balm to the lube mix than I have to date. The burning sensations on my anus are immediate and radiate throughout my entire body, eventually finding my neck and face until I feel them burn a deep shade of crimson. She penetrates me with the plug, not just once but numerous times. She is gentle at first but her gentleness soon gives way to roughness, alternating shallow, quick penetrations with deep, slow impalements. All the while I'm made stand there, still as a statue, while she anally rapes me and mocks me for the way in which my pussy is clearly responding. Eventually she seats the plug deep inside me and tells me to turn back to her.

There's a large and grotesquely life-like black latex dildo springing up from Ms. X's (not her real name) loins. She tells me to put my hands on my head before climbing onto it. I struggle to straddle Ms. X (not her real name)'s thighs and the phallus rising from them. I am commanded to look deeply into Ms. X (not her real name)'s eyes as I lower my pussy onto the tip of the shaft. I'm trembling uncontrollably as the shaft penetrates me. Even though my pussy is wet and slick with my juices, it's still difficult to seat myself comfortably on the dildo. I look into Ms. X's (not her real name) eyes, giving her a silent pleading kind of look. Her eyes sparkle without showing even the hint of mercy. Her lips curl up at the edges revealing a wicked smile as she commands me to give her three orgasms.

The first orgasm hits me suddenly. It's impossible to hide the pleasure it gives me -- a pleasure I can feel etched all over my face but can't conceal from Ms. X (not her real name) when she is so close. She leans close, gently placing her hands on my cheeks. At first I fear she's going to kiss me, but she presses her face close to mine and whispers in my ear. She's counting my orgasms and has called for two more. She slips back in her seat and sits impassively as I squirm and grind my pussy onto the large hard shaft of the dildo. I'm panting, gasping for breath especially when Ms. X (not her real name) pinches and twists my nipples. Again she starts whispering. Obscenities mostly. Obscenely describing the expressions on my face as I orgasm once more for her.

I'm feeling exhausted and shuddering with ripple after ripple of orgasmic aftershock. Ms. X (not her real name) is so close -- just a breath away, like a sneeze that tingles but refuses to explode-- and I want to hug her passionately around the neck while I fuck myself on her dildo. But she rejects my moves to lean close to her and instead commands me to kneel straight over her thighs so she might buck her hips and drive the dildo into my pussy. She knows I hate vocalizing anything, but still I am forced to beg her to fuck me hard. My pussy feels so sore, as does my anus still burning with tiger balm. It's like an itch I can't scratch. It's difficult to keep my eyes open, but every time I look into Ms. X's (not her real name) eyes I see the reflection of myself in them. I'm being tortured and yet all I feel is profound pleasure and satisfaction. The third orgasm quickly follows. All for Ms. X (not her real name)...