The Princess and the P-Spot...And Her Fist!
Last night, my Princess came over, and we went out shopping together. Like the naughty little slut I am, I was wearing sheer pink crotchless panties under my blue jeans, unbeknownst to my Princess. At the fetish store, she chose for herself a purple leather waist-cinching corset, and a fancy necklace vibrator that serves well as lovely jewelry, along with its primary purpose of clitoral stimulation. For Princess, it was a rather sartorial visit, although she did enjoy browsing the bdsm equipment, as she's going to be stocking her dungeon soon. I purchased a Wartenberg pinwheel, a large diameter anal plug, and a pair of nipple clamps for my own burgeoning home dungeon. And then we headed back to my house for a couple of hours of playtime.
I had prepared for Princess's visit, vacuuming the bedroom, and laying out all of my assorted lingerie across my California King bed. In the middle of the bed were piles of panties, around 40 or 50 assorted pairs, surrounded by piles of bras and bralettes, thigh high stockings in sheer and fishnet, garter belts, corsets, teddies, bustiers, chemises, and lace robes. My wigs were toward the head of the bed, with my dresses laid over the pillows. My stripper-style high heels were on the floor, and my collection of vibrators, dildos, and plugs was arranged, along with my strap-on harness, at the foot of the bed. I've built up quite the collection of trashy, slutty toys and lingerie over the last year, as my Princess has been meeting me for playtime and encouraging my fetish for slutting myself up in stripper wear.
We spent the first hour playing dress-up. Princess likes matching sets, so we mixed and matched several different outfits. Pink, lavender (or is it periwinkle?), black lace, garters, corsets, a fishnet and vinyl streetwalker look, and finally a pink lace training bra and nothing else, as she laid me down to receive my anal reward.
Once I was on my back, my Princess turned into a horny devil, mischievously stroking the different toys, ensuring batteries were charged, pulling on her black examination gloves. She grabbed the lube, and as she applied a generous portion to her gloved fingers, she ordered me to hold my legs in the air, "so I can get at your slutty little ass pussy!" Gently yet insistently, she worked a finger up my rectum, rotating it to distribute the lube all around my pucker, and inside my tingling rear entrance. She added another finger, and then yet another, before withdrawing her hand, and reaching for an aluminum vibrator.
Princess worked the narrow vibrator up my ass, turned on the buzzing, and poked and prodded, carefully locating my prostate, and once her target was found, honing in her efforts, bringing on my first anal orgasm of the night. Once I'd stopped shaking, she slid a couple of fingers back inside me, to remind me whose ass it is, and who gets to fuck it. She moved on to the larger prostate toy, which both massages and vibrates, and held it on my engorged p-spot for another two orgasms in quick succession. Before I even came down from those, my whole body quivering, she grabbed my largest dildo–a realistically shaped cock with realistic balls, 9 1/2 inches long, and thicker than her forearm–and unceremoniously shoved it right up my ass. I took it like the babbling slut I was!
She brought me another orgasm with the massive dildo, and then went back to her fingers. My asshole was sufficiently loose at this point, so she started with three fingers now, thrusting and rotating her hand. She added a fourth, praising her slut for taking it so easily, and then she tucked her thumb into her palm, steadily applying pressure. A few soft thrusts back and forth, and she'd gotten all of her fingers inside. She'd just managed to get past the widest part of her hand, and then my ass greedily sucked her whole fist inside. Her eyes wide, she exclaimed, "you did it! You have my whole fist up there! You dirty little slut!" And that was all it took to send me over the edge into my biggest orgasm of the night. Well, her dirty talk helped, and her thumb joint's pressure against my prostate did the rest, as I quaked and moaned like a teenager in heat. I think I had a few more orgasms, but I slipped out of reality for a bit there, as she held her hand still inside of me while I gyrated in the throes of ecstasy.
As the night progressed, she fucked me again with each of the toys, pounding my ass with my massive dildo, vibrating me silly, and once again sliding in her entire hand. I came and came again, I drooled, I moaned, I screamed. Eventually my Princess returned to her normal girl-next-door life, and I restored my dungeon of naughty delights back into a respectable bedroom. We have plans to explore this fisting thing a lot more in future play dates, but for now I'm just enthralled to know I've had a hand inside me, as I envision the thrills and joy we'll find as we continue my Princess's conquest of my internal pleasure zones.
I had prepared for Princess's visit, vacuuming the bedroom, and laying out all of my assorted lingerie across my California King bed. In the middle of the bed were piles of panties, around 40 or 50 assorted pairs, surrounded by piles of bras and bralettes, thigh high stockings in sheer and fishnet, garter belts, corsets, teddies, bustiers, chemises, and lace robes. My wigs were toward the head of the bed, with my dresses laid over the pillows. My stripper-style high heels were on the floor, and my collection of vibrators, dildos, and plugs was arranged, along with my strap-on harness, at the foot of the bed. I've built up quite the collection of trashy, slutty toys and lingerie over the last year, as my Princess has been meeting me for playtime and encouraging my fetish for slutting myself up in stripper wear.
We spent the first hour playing dress-up. Princess likes matching sets, so we mixed and matched several different outfits. Pink, lavender (or is it periwinkle?), black lace, garters, corsets, a fishnet and vinyl streetwalker look, and finally a pink lace training bra and nothing else, as she laid me down to receive my anal reward.
Once I was on my back, my Princess turned into a horny devil, mischievously stroking the different toys, ensuring batteries were charged, pulling on her black examination gloves. She grabbed the lube, and as she applied a generous portion to her gloved fingers, she ordered me to hold my legs in the air, "so I can get at your slutty little ass pussy!" Gently yet insistently, she worked a finger up my rectum, rotating it to distribute the lube all around my pucker, and inside my tingling rear entrance. She added another finger, and then yet another, before withdrawing her hand, and reaching for an aluminum vibrator.
Princess worked the narrow vibrator up my ass, turned on the buzzing, and poked and prodded, carefully locating my prostate, and once her target was found, honing in her efforts, bringing on my first anal orgasm of the night. Once I'd stopped shaking, she slid a couple of fingers back inside me, to remind me whose ass it is, and who gets to fuck it. She moved on to the larger prostate toy, which both massages and vibrates, and held it on my engorged p-spot for another two orgasms in quick succession. Before I even came down from those, my whole body quivering, she grabbed my largest dildo–a realistically shaped cock with realistic balls, 9 1/2 inches long, and thicker than her forearm–and unceremoniously shoved it right up my ass. I took it like the babbling slut I was!
She brought me another orgasm with the massive dildo, and then went back to her fingers. My asshole was sufficiently loose at this point, so she started with three fingers now, thrusting and rotating her hand. She added a fourth, praising her slut for taking it so easily, and then she tucked her thumb into her palm, steadily applying pressure. A few soft thrusts back and forth, and she'd gotten all of her fingers inside. She'd just managed to get past the widest part of her hand, and then my ass greedily sucked her whole fist inside. Her eyes wide, she exclaimed, "you did it! You have my whole fist up there! You dirty little slut!" And that was all it took to send me over the edge into my biggest orgasm of the night. Well, her dirty talk helped, and her thumb joint's pressure against my prostate did the rest, as I quaked and moaned like a teenager in heat. I think I had a few more orgasms, but I slipped out of reality for a bit there, as she held her hand still inside of me while I gyrated in the throes of ecstasy.
As the night progressed, she fucked me again with each of the toys, pounding my ass with my massive dildo, vibrating me silly, and once again sliding in her entire hand. I came and came again, I drooled, I moaned, I screamed. Eventually my Princess returned to her normal girl-next-door life, and I restored my dungeon of naughty delights back into a respectable bedroom. We have plans to explore this fisting thing a lot more in future play dates, but for now I'm just enthralled to know I've had a hand inside me, as I envision the thrills and joy we'll find as we continue my Princess's conquest of my internal pleasure zones.
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