By Kinkabella
Archived Here With Her Kind Permission

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

"I like you struggling a bit to find your orgasm. It is just too much fun to watch you flip and flop and bounce and flounce for me. I want you to cum; I just want you to work for it." - Miss Honey

When I volunteered for this task, I thought it would be easy to find a spot to 'plant' my dildo. However, despite the arousing suggestions you provided (especially 'between the mattress and box-spring sticking out') I found myself stuck for ideas that I hoped might meet your approval. Ultimately, I decided to perform on my dining room table - a decision made after remembering another task you had set that involved performing on a dining table while imagining you and your friends seated around it.

The chosen dildo is the largest I own. This realistic, black latex rubber cock is approximately ten inches long from its tip to its flat base and is so thick I can only wrap my fingers about three-quarters of the way around it. It looks obscene and draws attention to itself as the only object decorating my dining table.

The mental image of it remains throughout the time I prepare myself. I have showered and spent a lot of time in the careful application of make-up, bright red lip-gloss and fresh nail polish. The accessories you have directed me to wear sit on the bathroom bench and as soon as my nail polish is dry, I put them on.

I start with the nipple clamps. They're not my favorite vibrating ones I'd use for pleasure but rather a pair of picnic tablecloth weights that look like small, red apples. It's been a long time since I've worn these and I had forgotten how painful the plastic serrated jaws feel clamped on my sensitive nipples. They're like little Piranha fish in the way they bite and their weight is noticeable.

For wrist-cuffs, I used a pair of elastic hair ties. They're thicker than regular elastic bands and the fit was perfect for my wrist size. It made me instantly moist when I secured my hands behind my back with them. The feel of them around my wrists is incredibly arousing, though I'm still not sure entirely why that is so. They're not that difficult to escape from, but if I relax in them, the tight grip of them around my wrists feels as secure (if not more so) than any restraint I've been locked in.

When I walk from the bathroom down the hall toward the dining room, I imagine you and your friends waiting there for me. The jasmine scent from incense sticks I lit earlier now fills my house and its aroma (that I associate so closely with submission like this) causes little tingles of pleasure to rush over me. I pause in the doorway for a moment and close my eyes. The thought of you and others there waiting for me and the anticipation that I am about to perform for you briefly steals my breath.

I crawl on my knees to the center of the table where the dildo stands ready for me. I'm facing the head of the table (where I imagine you sitting) and I position myself so that the dildo is held between my ankles.

"Begin!" you say.

I carefully sit myself so that the tip of the dildo is just touching my pussy. The size of it has always frightened me and it's not lubed either, so I have to be cautious as I wriggle to accommodate the first little bit of it. I'm so wet by now it penetrates me relatively easily, although its huge size becomes increasingly more difficult to take as I lower myself.

My ass cheeks eventually come to rest on my heels. I take a moment to settle there and savor the feeling of the dildo inside me. I'm already aware of the nearness of an orgasm and feel I could cum immediately for you if you were really there watching me. It's as if you're right there in my thoughts when I hear your voice telling me to 'bounce' on the dildo.

I begin slowly at first, rising and falling slowly on the large dildo. It feels thoroughly delicious. Each time I let myself drop down on it, I feel the simultaneous sensations of the cock driving deep in me while the weight of the clamps gently tug and bite my nipples. I imagine you sitting in front of me, smiling. You know I am now at that point where I'm not able to pull back from the orgasm that grips me, even if I wanted to. But still you insist I continue to ride the dildo. You want me to bounce harder and faster, and I obey you. My ass slaps down on my heels and the room is filled with the sounds and aromas of my wetness. I flatten my feet against the tabletop so that more of the dildo can penetrate me.

There is now as much of the dildo inside me as I can physically take. It feels so huge inside me and hurts, but I endure it knowing it's what you'd want me to do.

My second orgasm isn't as quick as the first, but its intensity is breathtaking. I spread my knees widely and squirm heavily on the dildo. I can feel its tip deep inside me, pressed hard up against my g-spot. It's such a feeling of luxurious pleasure I don't want it to stop and I can hear myself whimpering and moaning. I'm nearly in tears and lost in a wonderful, dreamy place that I wish I could inhabit forever.